AN: This chapter features a cute little note, courtesy of Luxord's Xigbar, who has been wonderful in keeping up with our chapters! THANK YOU!
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Taylor
"This is ridiculous!" I argued, scoffing as Madame Hooch listened. "Harry had it!"
"Mr. Malfoy presented the snitch; I'm sorry, Slytherin won." She sighed apologetically, dismounting her broom.
"He stole it! Everyone on the pitch saw it! Why do you think they were so excited when Jordan announced it?"
"I'm sorry, Miss Brooks; I didn't see it, I can't do anything about it; and certainly not now." She patted my shoulder and walked past me, and I groaned in aggravation. Stupid Malfoy – I'd kick his sorry ass next time I saw him.
"Calm down, we'll get them next time." Harry sighed, his hand on my shoulder as I seethed.
"Calm down? Calm down? He just cheated."
"Yeah, nearly ripped the snitch's wings off too." He shrugged, "And don't get me wrong, I love Quidditch, but there's no use in getting angry over it now."
"How can you be so calm about this?" I demanded, "You were right there! He stole it from you!"
"Keeping calm is the only thing stopping me from crashing that stupid party they're throwing." He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as my eyes widened.
Genius striked across my thoughts and I'd soon devised a brilliant plan.
"What's with the look? We get into trouble when you have that look." Harry inched away, raising a worried eyebrow as I grinned deviously.
"Round up the rest of the team – or basically any Gryffindor – I've got a plan." I smirked, licking my lip excitedly.
"Oh no – we are not crashing the Slytherin party."
"Oh but Harry," I smiled sweetly, touching the side of his cheek with caring eyes. He sighed in defeat when my evil face came back and my hand curled into a fist. "I believe we are."
It wasn't long before nearly everyone we knew – with the exception of Hermione and Neville – was involved, eager to set the Slytherins straight. I couldn't help but chuckle in excitement – this was gonna be fun. With Fred and George already discussing 'plans' and Dean and Seamus grinning wickedly about something, it had to be.
I looked to my left to find Ron pursing his lips and thumbing a bit of parchment, narrowing his eyes in confusion.
"What's up?" I asked, pointing to the note with a smirk. "Love letter?"
"No!" He scoffed, looking like he wanted to tear his hair out. "Errol brought it to me after the game – bloody bird couldn't find a mouse if it was sitting right in front of him – but I don't understand it!" He waved the parchment, staring at it in bewilderment. "Dear Ron," He read out. "What the hell, you idiot? How could you mess up a moment like that? Love, Xigbar."
I stared at Ron sceptically, before I hid a giggle.
"Who the hell is Xigbar?" Ron cried in confusion, and I sighed, rolling my eyes before grinning again. I couldn't say I was surprised, poor Ron always was the one on the butt end of jokes.
"Don't worry about it, Ronald. I'm sure you'll forget about it in a few hours anyway."
I shrugged when Ron scoffed, and patted his shoulder sympathetically. The thought of what the letter could be referring to still amused me, but the task at hand was more important.
The Slytherins.
We'd heard that not only were they not celebrating in their dorms, but that they felt this was important enough to celebrate in the Great Hall. Some people thought it was ridiculous, and cocky.
I said it was stupid and reckless – no password to provide and no need to break into the dorms. Worked out very nicely in my opinion.
Now, don't get me wrong, I'm happy for Alyssa – her team won, she gets to party, blah blah blah – but everyone else? Well – it was gonna be more like one of those awkward get togethers where everyone is bigger than you and there's no chance of survival.
Just sayin'.
With my gang behind me and my hands flexing in anticipation, I placed both on the doors of the Hall and pushed them open with a BANG! The burst made my hair fly forwards over my shoulders, and made all the Slytherins stop and stare.
Good, now I had their attention.
"Good evening," I smiled, walking. No glares yet; but that was because everyone was either too shocked, or too confused to change their facial expressions. "I heard there was a party, figured I'd - " I turned to a Sixth Year boy and placed my finger under his chin, lifting his head and looking him in the eye with a coy smile. I looked at him from under my eyelashes, and he swallowed roughly. "Stop in,"
I dropped him, and he started breathing again.
"And now I know that five sixths of you are purebloods," I laughed, rolling my eyes, "And someone once told me that purebloods would never stoop as low as stealing or cheating, but – " I finally reached Malfoy, who sneered at me and growled. I ignored him and continued, looking him in the eye. "But don't worry," I tiptoed my first two fingers up his chest, smirking at him as he twitched. "You showed them."
I stopped at his heart and flattened my palm, pushing him backwards and shaking my head as I looked around to see basically all of the Slytherins idling around awkwardly as the Gryffindors helped themselves.
I turned back to see Malfoy nearly landing on Alyssa as she caught him, cocking an eyebrow at me with an amused smirk.
I shrugged and smirked back, glad that at least she wasn't angry at me for crashing her party. If it could be called that; there wasn't even any music!
"You can't be here." Malfoy seethed, brushing off his clothes as he straightened himself out, glaring at me.
"Um, Great Hall, numbskull." I pointed out, arching an eyebrow. "Open to everyone," I gasped in mock horror, and put a hand on my heart. "Unless you want to call your Daddy and tell him the big bad Gryffindors are overwhelming you."
I guess he didn't take well to mocking, as he reached for his wand. He soon began patting his robes profusely however, unable to find it.
"Looking for something?" I inquired, and he looked up in time to see me wave his precious wand around in front of his face.
"What? How did you – ?"
"You're not the only one who's good at stealing." I smirked deviously, pulling the wand back when he reached for it. Alyssa stifled a laugh and looked the other way, and I made me glad that at least she could still enjoy my taunting of her crush, at least to some extent.
"Give – it – back." He hissed, lip curling in anger.
"What, you think you can take me?" I laughed, "You're a twig, Malfoy."
Oh yes, it felt good to be in power. Though the maniacal laughter in my head made me question my sanity for a moment.
"Crabbe!"
"I could throw a cookie," I pointed to my left with my right hand to prove my point as Crabbe stuffed his face at one of the tables. "And he'd be distracted for a good five minutes trying to find it."
"Goyle!"
"He'd be fighting Crabbe for the cookie," I scoffed, "You really don't know you're henchmen very well, do you?"
"Listen you Gryffindor whore - !"
"Oh Pansy," I cooed mockingly as she stood up from behind Malfoy, her 'I'm better than you' puckered face making me want to throw up. "You do know your hair looks like straw dipped in black paint, right? And that your shirt does not accentuate your shoes? The embroidery on your skirt makes you look like a Grandmother, and your earrings are ten times too big for your face?"
She gasped and Alyssa let her laugh out, earning a nasty glare from Parkinson as she huffed at me.
"Oh, and your one coloured contact is dropping a little to the right." I pointed to my own eye to signify and she gasped again, covering her face as she pushed past and ran right from the Hall, obviously heading for a bathroom.
Yep, I was right.
This was fun.
