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I'll keep you my dirty little secret
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret
Just another regret
I hope that you can keep it, my dirty little secret
"Ginny Weasley has the quaffle! She's speeding towards the Slytherin goals… come on, Ginny… she SHOOTS… SHE SCORES! Twenty-ten, Gryffindor!"
Ginny shot her fist into the air and slapped Aurora's hand on her way back to the middle of the field. Harry whooped from his perch near Draco above the field and to the right. Draco hadn't scowled; his eyes were busy looking for the snitch, and, besides – he was above that, now. He also respected Harry a great deal, though he would never admit it. He glanced over at the black haired boy, who had gone back to scanning the field for the tiny golden ball. By this time, Ginny had scored again and Trinity had gotten the quaffle through the middle hoop.
Draco sighed and shook his head. "Come on… get some goals… no! What the hell was my speech for, then?"
But Harry heard him, and chuckled. "Long speech?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "It doesn't matter how long it was, they obviously weren't listening."
Pansy smiled where she sat with a few of the DA members, watching the two seekers. Maybe Harry and Draco would become friends, after all.
"Zabini to O'Brian, to – OH! AURORA STEALS THE QUAFFLE AS IT'S PASSED TO ZACK LANGLEY!"
Draco gritted his teeth, made a fist, and shook it while staring intensely at his sister.
"Stupid girl… making Gryffindor… what the hell was that hat thinking…"
Harry tried his hardest to not laugh, and managed to get out a snort. Draco glared at him.
"ANOTHER STEAL! Zabini steals the quaffle from his little sister-figure! How do they deal with that? What a GAME!"
Draco watched in interest while keeping an eye on the field for the snitch.
Blaise, with the quaffle, shot under everyone. Just as he saw Mason do the same thing, he passed to the younger boy then shot up through and above the players, then over to the right. While he did this, Mason flew up and to the left, passing to Zack who flew up then dove under to pass back to Mason. Mason shot above and passed to Blaise, who then scored on Andrew McGuinness – Ron was sitting with Pansy and Hermione, sporting a healing sprained left wrist after performing a spectacular save in practice yesterday and nearly falling off his broom.
"So they were listening," he mused while watching his chasers form something he had taught them, and soar across the field.
"Huh?" Harry asked.
"At least my chasers listen to what I have to say. So why isn't Weasley playing?"
Harry chose not to point out that Malfoy hadn't called Ron 'Weasel.' "Wrist injury. Couldn't be healed in time for the game."
Blaise, Mason, and Zack scored again on McGuinness, who was getting miffed but keeping his cool. He saved the middle hoop from the Slytherins' second try and chucked the quaffle at Trinity. The girls then went into a formation they came up with on their own that resulted in most of the scores in the games they played.
"TRINITY HAWTHORNE SCORES ON CORBIN NOTT!"
Theo hit his thigh with his fist next to Pansy.
"Don't worry, he's doing fine," she said, nudging his arm with her elbow. "You know he's good."
"Naturally. He is my brother."
"You only admit that when he does well."
"Oh shut up."
"THE SCORE IS SIXTY-THIRTY! Will Gryffindor win? Or will Slytherin win? Bets are being taken by –"
"Stick to commentating, Jordan!"
"Yes, professor. WHOA!"
The two formations clashed and the chasers crashed into each other, causing a few of them to nearly fall off their brooms and the quaffle to be thrown high into the air. As much as her left arm hurt, Ginny wasn't about to let it get away so she shot out from the group, scattering it.
They didn't realize what she was doing until she was too far away for the Slytherin chasers to tackle her for it, but it didn't stop them from chasing after her. She was headed for the area where Draco and Harry were, after the quaffle, and they watched her with interest.
"Come on… come on… come on…" Harry said under his breath, his heart racing as fast as Ginny. Half of Draco wanted her to catch it, but half of him didn't.
The crowd was going wild, and it was egging Ginny on. Just as Harry was chanting under his breath, she was doing the same. The quaffle was slowing and beginning to fall, so she threw caution to the wind, grasped her broom with her knees, and let go. She lunged for the quaffle and hugged it to her chest. The crowd below her gasped, mostly Gryffindor, then cheered, along with her friends from the other houses.
"YEAH!" Harry shouted.
As she was falling, she shifted the ball to her right arm and took hold of her broom to pull herself up. She took a chance to look back at Draco and Harry, and laughed; Draco had an infuriating expression.
"Wipe that cheeky smirk off your face, we're still going to win!" Draco shouted as she sped away from them.
"In your DREAMS Malfoy!" she shouted back. She flew towards the Slytherin goals, after which she scored for Gryffindor – again. Just as he was about to retort even though she wouldn't hear him, he nearly fell backwards off his broom as the snitch shot past his face. He and Harry were tailing it not a full second after.
"It's now one-hundred and twenty to one-hundred, ladies and gents! Gryffindor in the lead – THE SEEKERS SEE THE SNITCH! GO, HARRY! GO!"
Draco was more determined now than ever. He proved to himself over Christmas break that he could catch the snitch when pitched against Potter, so he could do it again. The two were neck and neck, but the snitch was giving them a very hard time.
"Stupid little insufferable piece of – UGH!" Before Draco could finish his tirade, the snitch shot up. It then went down, then to their left, and up again.
"WHY IS IT DOING THAT?!" Harry shouted, clearly just as frustrated as Draco.
"Sometimes, it stays smooth and easy. Sometimes, it's a little fuck."
"… Elloquent, Malfoy."
"You asked."
They were going faster than either of them thought they had ever gone before, as both were determined to win this game. It wasn't long before Draco's heart and determination won out and gave him the extra boost to grab the snitch before Harry. However, that extra boost was what caused Draco to fall off his broom.
He wasn't sure he caught it until he was hanging from his ankles, and the wings of the little ball were flapping in his left hand.
His eyes widened. 'I caught it… I… caught it! Holy SHIT!'
He held it out for everyone to see and shouted. Slytherin erupted. They won a game against Gryffindor.
His teammates flew as fast as they could to their captain, but not before Ginny grabbed his hand and flew up to get Draco back on his broom.
"Nice catch."
Draco turned to see Ginny with a scowl on her face. He was too shocked, however, to smirk.
"Thanks," he said sincerely.
She sighed and smiled. "You guys deserve it, I guess. Nice job, Harry."
"Uh, yeah." As she flew away to join her team, Harry followed after saying, "Nice job, Malfoy."
Pansy was going nuts. When she saw Blaise safely on the ground, she pulled out her wand and said, "Accio Blaise's broom," and it flew out of his hands to her. She jumped on it from the stands and raced to the field.
"Leave it," Draco told Blaise when he saw what his pregnant girlfriend was doing. "She'll just get angry."
When she touched down, she ran towards Blaise and practically flew into his arms. He was too happy to say anything about her being on a broom. He lifted her off the ground and spun her around, kissing her in front of the entire school. Draco, and Harry, who was with his team, smiled. Draco was quickly jumped by Pansy, too, who threw her arms around his neck in a quick hug.
"You were WONDERFUL! I can't believe we won! Draco, we beat Gryffindor!"
"I know!"
Ginny's heart warmed at Draco's brilliant face. It was lit with the most genuine of smiles, and he didn't care that the whole school was seeing it.
She turned and walked back to the women's changing rooms, a soft smile on her face.
"Now that you are all here, would you be so kind as to tell me why you need to speak with me?" The red eyes and tone of voice clearly stated that Voldemort wasn't asking.
"My lord," Pansy began, "Draco, Blaise, and I have been trying to get into the Gryffindors' good graces since the start of the year. I sincerely apologize for not seeking your advice sooner, but we thought that if we were able to make the Gryffindors – mainly Potter, Granger, Weasley, and his sister as well as Draco's sister – view us as friends, they would be easier targets. The Weasley twins were an added bonus."
Voldemort nodded in interest.
"However," Blaise cut in, "something happened that we were not expecting." Voldemort raised what would have been his eyebrows. "Pansy is pregnant."
"Pregnant?" Voldemort asked.
"Yes…" Pansy said timidly. She looked down at the floor. Draco took her hand in his and gave her a reassuring smile to make Voldemort think that Draco was the father.
"We have been able to work this into our plans, though," said Draco, "which is what we wanted to speak with you about. The baby is mine, but because most of the school thinks I'm evil, we are going to tell them that Blaise is the father. Everyone but the Slytherins. The rest of the school already thinks that Pansy and Blaise are in a relationship, and we sealed that deal earlier today. Blaise made sure to kiss Pansy in front of the entire school when Slytherin won in quidditch against Gryffindor."
"Really? Slytherin won? Well it's about time. Nevertheless, I care not about quidditch. This plan of yours… seems…"
"I told them it was stupid!" said Anolani. "I told them not to do it but they, of course, went along and did it anyway. I thought you might not like –"
"SILENCE, Anolani." Pansy's mother shut her mouth in surprise, and looked affronted. "Your name may mean of royal character, but not in my services. You may not interrupt me." Anolani had the grace to be quiet. "Now, as I was saying… your plan… is quite genius." The three let out a breath they didn't know they were holding. "I want you to continue with this plan. Do the Slytherins know that Draco is the father?"
"They will, my lord," said Pansy. "We wanted to clear this with you, first."
"Good. Very good. I am pleased. What a pleasant surprise this is. When I attack at the end of the year, you three will lead them to their deaths. Will you have had the baby by then, Pansy?"
"I am due at the end of June, my lord, so I might not be fully recovered by then."
"Very well. If you are not, you will still help but be kept out of harm's way. This is good… this baby is a way for you to seek their true friendship, especially the girls. Girls love babies. Draco's traitorous sister, the mudblood, and the Weasley girl would love to pamper you. Oh I am very pleased."
"AH!"
"Harry, what is it?" Hermione asked; they were in the library and Harry was clutching his head.
"Is it your scar?" asked Ron hurriedly. Ginny and Aurora looked worried.
"Yeah… Voldemort's happy. Really happy."
I hope you enjoyed that. I'll be getting more up soon! Again, I would love ideas. Please, if you have any, send them my way. I've been grasping at straws, lately. I know where this story is going, but I need to build up to that point. I'm almost there, but I don't want to rush it. So, any ideas at all are greatly appreciated!