When I woke up I felt my stomach churning. I think I was going to be sick. Why was I made seeker?Ginny was trying to get me something to eat. "Look," she said annoyed, "If you don't eat, you'll fall straight off your broom. Have something." She kept badgering me and I ended up eating some fruit and bread. "Don't worry," she said, smiling encouraging, "I'll cheer on you, afterwards I'll give you pointers and we'll practice on what you should do better." I felt myself wincing a bit, didn't Pansy say the exact same thing a few weeks ago? "You know, you are really silent, what's up?"

Just don't think about Pansy. "Just nervous, I guess." I mutter.

"Well you don't want to be late." Ginny swished her hair over her shoulders and looked back at me, expecting me to follow her. Which I did. At the broom closet Ginny handed me a new Nimbus 2001. We joined the rest of the team. Flint nodded at me with a new Nimbus 2001 in his hands as well. We walked towards the pitch, where the Gryffindor team was playing. They landed in front of us and Granger and Weasley were fastly walking towards us. I wanted to disappear.

Ron gave Ginny a betrayed look. "What are you doing with him?" He shot me a venomous look that gave me the feeling he wanted to strangle me.

Ginny however smiled as sweetly as she could at Ron. She looked like a little angle."What do you mean, Ron? I am merely supporting my team and, of course, Draco," she said as she put her hand in mine. I smirked.

Ron spluttered. Wood then stepped closer to Flint. "We reserved the pitch, Flint," Wood said hostile, "You have no reason to be here."

Flint smiled, taking a piece of paper out of his pocket. "Actually Wood, we do. I got permission of professor Snape. We've got a new seeker to train. Don't we, Draco?" I nodded smirking. "And thanks to a generous donation of Lucius Malfoy, we've all got new broomsticks," Flint added.

I flinched. Why did he have to say that? I really wanted to disappear. Then Granger spoke up. "Well at least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy his way in, they all made it on pure talent."

I felt furious. Why did that little know-it-all have to put her nose in everything? "No one asked you anything, mudblood," I spat out.

All Gryffindor's howled angrily at me. I felt Ginny pointing her wand at me threateningly, but Ron interrupted her before she cursed me. "You will regret this," he yelled, "you will EAT SLUGS." While Ginny yelled back at Weasley. "No, don't curse him. You wand is broken, you could seriously-" Then the curse hit Ron, who started vomiting slugs. "-injure yourself," Ginny then finishes, "Or Draco."

Then Ron looked furious at Ginny. "So it's Draco to *vomits slug* you now, is it? Did you not hear what he said?"

Ginny then looked very upset suddenly. "I did, and I am not too happy about it. But Hermione said some hurtful stuff too, did she not? Besides your wand is broken, you should not be casting either way. Get a new one."

Ron's face only grew redder. Maybe it would explode soon, I hoped it would, but instead it didn't. "Well, I cannot help it I'm not mum's precious little girl, can I? She should be angry at you, disappointed, not me." He shouted. Everyone else grew silent.

Ginny narrowed her eyes at Ron. "You, Ronald Billius Weasley, got dad to face an inquiry at work, I just got sorted in a house, sent mum letters and got good grades. I kept to the rules. Of course she is proud of me. But you, I hope a slug gets stuck in your throat." She then linked her arms through mine. "Come on Draco, let's go," she said in a haughty voice, but I could see how upset she was.

I walked her to the stands, while the Gryffindors helped Ron walk away. Ginny looked terribly sad, but she did not cry, which I was glad for. I wanted to ask if she was okay, but she nodded to the pitch. "Come on, start flying then." She sat down in the stands and took an old and black, leathery book from her backpack in which she started writing, occasionally glancing at me. It was nice weather. Warm and sunny. It was good for playing quidditch I guess. Or for reading a book near the lake.

Flint was screaming loudly at all of us, but mostly at me. To embarrass me, Adrian Pucey and Terrance Higgs seemed happy to bail their job as chasers and to catch the snitch, making Flint only angrier. "Pucey, Higgs, get out of that dive and get to tossing those quaflles. Try to get past me. And Malfoy, are you blind? Get. That. Snitch. Now."

After quidditch practice, which was horrendous and tough, I flew over to Ginny, who was writing in the black book, not even noticing me landing next to me. "Ginny, what did you think?" I ask her, wanting her approval.

She looked up, completely confused. "Whatdya say?"

"Quidditch, Gin," I said, "What did you think?"

She looked a bit confused as she shaked her head a little. Her eyes then grew less dull. "Um, you should hold your broom differently, makes it easier to fasten or slow down, which helps you in diving. Wait- okay, like this. Got it?" I nodded. "So you can pull out later, okay? And you've got a horrible technique for finding the snitch. If you can't find it, you can't catch it." Her eyes looked a bit glazed again and she took hold of the black book again. "I've got to do something."

She then left me at the quidditch pitch gazing confusedly at her.