A/N: I forgot some important stuff last time. One, I don't own anything/anyone except for Emma Davis and in this part Tiana Morgan, and Laura Bass. Two, this is from my mind, I am making no money, and seriously hope that I didn't subconsciously take ideas from anyone's fic. Thanks! ~Claire
Chapter Two
George stood up on the table, looking down at a sheet of paper. "Okay! For Keeper, Ginny Weasley! And, for Chaser, Emma Davis! Congratulations! Reserve Chasers, Ron Weasley, Tiana Morgan, and Laura Bass! Reserve Keeper is Tracy Wood! Everyone, we have to meet for a quick meeting!" he yelled. Ginny and Emma both grinned, walking toward the Quidditch team.
"Okay, the first practice will be tomorrow night. We would love to win the Cup, but we promise not to be as bad as Wood two years ago," Fred promised. Emma bit her lip slightly.
"Em, you're pretty good at dodging Bludgers, but we'll need to work on you passing to Katie and Alicia while we knock 'em at you," George took over. "And, Ginny, we'll just have you play Keeper and let everyone try to get the Quaffle past you."
"Okay. Is that all?" Ginny asked. George nodded, then shook his head. "The reserves will also be practicing. They'll have half of the field, and just work on trying to get the Quaffle in the goal. Tracy, you try and stop the Quaffle, okay?" George said. The reserves nodded, as everyone walked back to their friends.
"I'm proud of you!" Hermione said to her friends. She then bit her lip. "Now everyone but me is on the Quidditch team." Emma started giggling.
"Hermione, can you see yourself on the Quidditch team? Seriously? I'm actually surprised I made it. I'm not that good," Emma said.
"Modesty, the best thing," Harry said, draping his arm across her shoulder. Emma giggled, grinning at him.
"I'm not good, Harry. I don't know why you think I am." Ron smiled at her.
"I'm glad you made it, Em," he said. Emma smiled at him, but glared at her open Potions book.
"Anyone wondering why we didn't have homework from Snape?" Emma asked. Ron groaned, picking up his Potions book.
"I'm happy, Em. Why complain. He'll probably give us twice as much as he did last year," he said. Harry frowned.
"We need to give Snape an easy time. You know what he's going through," Harry said. Emma looked at him questionably, since Hermione, Ron, and Ginny were nodding.
"What is that about, Harry?" Emma asked, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. Harry turned red, mumbled an inaudible nothing, and started on his DADA essay. Emma glanced at him in confusion.
"Do you not trust me?" she asked. Hermione sighed.
"It's not that, Emma. We do. We just can't tell," Hermione whispered. Emma nodded, standing up. She glanced at her essay, then at her friends.
"You aren't going to tell me are you?" she asked. She saw all four faces turn very red. Emma nodded, then walked resolutely out of the common room and down to the library. She wasn't paying attention and walked into something very solid.
"Hey! Oh, Emma, are you okay?" Malfoy asked. Emma stood up and nodded, continuing her way to the library. Malfoy ran after her.
"Hey, where are you going? What's wrong. You weren't even this quiet when we made the potion, or when Crabbe sat on you," he said. Emma turned to glare at him, looking like sparks were literally flying out of her eyes. Malfoy nodded at her.
"Not happy, Emma? What's wrong? Fallen into worshipping Potter like all of the other stinking Gryffindors?" he asked maliciously. Emma whirled around and smacked him across the face.
"One, Harry and I are friends. Two, Gryffindors don't stink. Some of you Slytherins may. I'm tired, and angry. Why don't you just shut up?" Emma asked. Malfoy touched his cheek and pulled her close to him.
"That wasn't very smart for a mudblood," he muttered. Emma was looking up into his face—she hadn't realized how tall he was. His pointy chin was right about her head.
"Draco Malfoy, you better let go of me," Emma hissed. Malfoy grinned nastily at her.
"But it's so much more fun this way. I could kiss you . . . or many other things," he said with a slight raise of an eyebrow. Emma freed an arm and slapped him again.
"Emma?" Harry's cautious voice said from dark shadows. Emma turned to look at him and found Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny staring at her.
"Looks like they found you. I'll see you later," Draco said. Emma slapped him again before he walked off.
"I hate him. The stupid idiot. Freaked me out. Suggested bad things. I hate him," Emma muttered. "Wait, I'm mad at you guys," she said. Hermione licked her lips nervously, and Ron looked at Emma.
"We're telling you. We can't, though. It isn't allowed. We actually will have to find a place where no one can find us. I mean, Em, you can't tell anyone," Ron stressed.
"No problem, Ron. Who would I tell? I'm talking to my only friends," she pointed out. Ron turned red promptly.
"Now, Harry, where is the map?"
"The map? Um . . . Crouch took it last year?" he asked. Hermione gave an exasperated sigh as Emma grinned.
"Come on guys. I know a little about sneaking around," she said, leading them down a quiet corridor. She took them through a twist of corridors and ended by a picture of a huge house.
"Villa intrat," Emma muttered, and the door popped open. She slipped inside, letting the others follow her. She sat in one of the many comfortable chairs, Harry in another, Ginny in an other, Hermione in yet another, and Ron stretched out on a couch.
"So what is all of this stuff about?"
"Voldemort is back," Harry said. Emma nodded.
"I know. Dumbledore told us that last year. I wanna know about why you suddenly care about Snape. You hate him. He hates you. What is up with us laying off of him?" Emma asked. Harry looked uneasily at his hands.
"You've heard a lot of stuff, Emma. Not all of it is true. About Snape . . . well, he was a Death Eater, a supporter of Voldemort," he said. Emma noticed that everyone excluding herself flinched when he said the name. "Well, we think that Dumbledore has him playing spy."
"That would explain why he sometimes runs out of the Great Hall," Emma said thoughtfully. "Anything else I should know?"
"Sirius Black is innocent. You know about that, right?" Hermione asked. Emma nodded.
"He supposedly killed a street full of Muggles."
"He didn't. Peter Pettigrew did, he supports Voldemort," Harry said. Emma nodded.
"So, any chance I could meet him?" Emma asked, grinning. "I heard—from Fred and George—he was the best troublemaker this school ever saw." Harry laughed with her.
"Probably not. I really wouldn't know. I think Dumbledore said something about he and Remus getting the old gang together."
"Who is Remus?" Emma asked.
"Professor Lupin. He . . . is a werewolf. Obviously. He is really nice," Ron said. Emma nodded, thinking back to their third year.
"Well, this should be an interesting year," Emma said, grinning slightly.
"What did Malfoy do to you?" Hermione asked. Emma told them what happened, and then looked worried because Harry and Ron looked like they could kill Harry.
"He actually accused you of liking Harry?" Hermione asked. "I would almost think he was jealous. Maybe he does fancy you." Emma shook her head disgustedly. She stood up and started out the door, everyone following her. They slowly made their way up to the Gryffindor common room, and all went to bed.
Two months later, Emma was studying for a hard charm that she had to know by the next lesson. Hermione was sitting next to her, and looking over her shoulder.
"Oh, that's easy Em. You're probably just saying the words wrong," Hermione said. She taught Emma how to say the charm, which had the effects of Alicia Spinnet kissing the first boy she saw—who happened to be a very red-faced Neville Longbottom.
"I see you mastered that Charm, Em," Harry said, from his place on the couch behind her. Emma shot a quick grin over her shoulder.
"There is no point in this, however. I mean, I'm sure that this Charm will be the one I do the most," she said, rolling her eyes. Ginny started giggling.
"I don't know Em. If we could get it to work on Malfoy and Crabbe?" she asked. Emma started giggling also.
"While we were playing Quidditch—Malfoy flies over and starts kissing him," she said between hiccups from laughing so hard. Harry and Ron shared amused glances, then leaned forward.
"I enjoy this idea." Hermione was looking at them in a disapproving manner, but then she grinned.
"I can do it. I know how. When do we play Slytherin?" she asked.
"First game of the season. Morning of the Halloween ball, which I think is a wonderful idea. We only have a week to get dates. Have any of you gotten dates?" she asked. Hermione started blushing and Ron looked out the window.
"I take it Hermione and Ron are going together," Emma announced. Ginny burst into giggles as her brother turned a bright shade of red. Ginny then glanced at her hands, looking rather uneasy.
"You have a date, Gin?" Emma asked. Ginny shook her head, so Emma asked Harry, who also shook his head.
"Why don't you two go together? It would easy to just get a quick date," Emma said. Harry shrugged, looking at Ginny, who nodded.
"What about you Emmy, who are you going with?" Ron asked in a teasing voice.
"First, never call me Emmy again if you ever want to have kids, and second, I haven't a clue. Hmm . . . who should I go with?" Emma asked.
Hermione grinned at Emma, thinking of how much she had changed since the beginning of the year. Then she was shy, and tried to stay out of Malfoy's way, to be nice to everyone, and her smart-aleck remarks weren't at all appreciated. By the first day of classes, she had already changed and was pretty confident. After she made the Quidditch team, her self-confidence continued to climb. Now, it seemed that she was afraid of nothing.
"Em, why don't you ask Dean or Seamus?" Ron offered.
"Nope, Parvati and Lavender already are going out with them. Neville . . . well, he's nice and all . . ." Emma trailed off. Ginny snorted.
"I know. I went with him to the Yule Ball last year . . . It was a trying experience, he kept stepping on my feet," Ginny said. Emma rolled her eyes, then looked over at Fred and George.
"Hey, guys!" she yelled. They turned to look at her. "Who are you going with to the ball?" Fred said Alicia, and George said Katie. She nodded, then glanced at Lee Jordan.
"Lee, wanna go with me?" she asked. He shrugged.
"Why not? Meet me here at 7:00." Emma nodded, turning back to her friends.
"I'm going with Lee."
"We noticed, Em," Ginny said, grinning. Emma smiled back, and leaned against the couch behind her. They started planning exactly what to do to Malfoy on the Quidditch field. They went to dinner with Ginny, Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Emma smiling rather nastily.
"Look, it's the two Mudbloods, the two poor ones, and the one without a family," a sneering voice said. Emma whipped around, glaring at him.
"Look, Malfoy, you're being stupid. We have done nothing to you. Yet, you still torture us. Can you not be nice? Do you even know what that word means? Oh, there is nothing wrong with being Muggle born. And, you'd probably be poor if your stupid family didn't lie and cheat and steal to get everything you have. Also, Harry would still have a family if it wasn't for the stupid Death Eaters," Emma said. Malfoy raised a silver eyebrow at her outburst.
"Lovely, really, sticking up for your friends. I suppose they can't really stand up for themselves?" he asked. Emma rolled her eyes.
"Draco, go sit down," she said, resting her head in her hand. "I'm tired of you picking on us and I'm tired of trying to teach you manners, which you obviously know nothing of." Malfoy looked shocked and went to sit down. Emma, who was suddenly very tired, started eating slowly.
"It was great the way you stood up to him," Ginny said quietly. Emma smiled at her softly and looked down at Fred.
"Are we having Quidditch practice tonight?" she asked. He shook his head and Emma grinned. She finished dinner after everyone, but they waited for her and walked slowly back to the common room.
"I think I'll go ahead to bed. Night," she said, walking up to her dormitory.
Suddenly, it was time for their match against Slytherin. Emma was fidgeting with her scarlet Quidditch robes, and tapping her foot in a fast rhythm.
"Okay, we want to win today," Fred started.
"We can't let the Slytherins beat us. So remember our practice. We're a great team, and we can win," George took over.
"So, good luck!" Fred shouted, leading them out to the field. Emma and Ginny glanced nervously at each other as they got onto their brooms and kicked off at Madam Hooch's whistle. Emma immediately had the Quaffle and flew towards the Slytherin Keeper. Crabbe immediately hit a Bludger at her, however, so she tossed it to Alicia, flying straight up to avoid being hit.
"Em, watch out!" Harry shouted, as another Bludger was hit at her. She dived slightly, and intercepted the Quaffle from a Slytherin player. She easily got it past the Keeper as Harry dove into spectacular dive. Emma turned to watch, and didn't notice Goyle hitting a Bludger at her.
"EMMA!" Draco Malfoy yelled. Emma looked around, and noticed the Bludger right before it hit. Harry caught the Snitch and landed, then noticed that Emma was falling off her broom, heading straight for the ground. Draco dived after her, as did most of the Gryffindor team, but she hit the ground with a sickening thud.
Harry shoved the Snitch at Madam Hooch, before rushing to Emma. Ron was already there—he was a reserve, and sat in case they needed him. Ginny was quickly approaching, Fred and George were standing over her. Hermione actually ran down the stands and hopped over a banister to be quickly there.
Draco Malfoy was standing beside her, frowning. He glanced at Goyle, who was bragging to Crabbe about hurting her.
"You prat, we don't seriously injure them! That was so stupid," Malfoy suddenly said, turning to him and smacking him across the head.
"But they're Gryffindors," Goyle said stupidly. Malfoy looked extremely angry, his lips seemed almost nonexistent.
"I don't care. We tease them, but not damage them," he said in a tight controlled voice. Ginny smiled, looking at Emma.
"Well, shouldn't we be taking her off to Madam Pomfrey?" Ginny asked. Harry nodded and floated Ginny onto a stretcher that Madam Hooch had made appear.
Professor McGonagall walked over and floated her up to the castle. Hermione, Harry, Ginny, Fred, George, Ron, Alicia, Katie, and Lee Jordan all followed her. In truth, Harry figured Lee came just because he was afraid he wouldn't have a date that night.
Madam Pomfrey fussed around Emma until her eyes fluttered open. He touched her head, then glanced at her friends.
"Where is the idiot that did this to me?" she whispered in deadly tones. Harry winced at the sound of her tones.
"Malfoy has already smacked him," Harry assured her. Emma rose her eyebrows, hiding a quick smile.
"So, am I done? I do need to get ready for the dance tonight," she stated. Madam Pomfrey pushed her back into the bed.
"No dances," she said firmly. Emma rose an eyebrow.
"Yes. One, poor Lee would be without a date. Then, I would have nothing to do, and I'd miss out on all the gossip worthy news. Plus, I feel fine!" Emma said. Madam Pomfrey frowned as Emma stood up and walked over to her friends.
"We'll take care of her, Madam Pomfrey. I know how we must take it easy after getting out of here," Harry said. "I'll make sure she follows all the rules. Besides, Hermione rooms with her, and since we're such good friends, she knows what to watch out for. Emma can't miss the ball."
"All right. Be very careful, Miss Davis," Madam Pomfrey instructed. Emma nodded, leaving the infirmary. She ran into Draco Malfoy right outside the door. The Gryffindors (except Emma) glanced at the ground.
"I'll be back in a few, okay?" Emma said. They nodded, walking back toward the common room. Draco looked at her.
"Are you okay?" he asked. She nodded.
"I heard you hit . . . well, whoever knocked me in the head with a bludger. Thanks," Emma said. Draco smirked.
"Goyle was . . . very surprised. Anyway, you're okay? I know that I tease you all, but I don't want you to really get hurt," Draco said.
"I'm fine. In fact, I'm going to the ball tonight. I have to go, because Hermione, Parvati, and Lavender want to do my make-up and hair. I'll see you tonight," Emma said, grinning and walking off.
She entered the common room, grinning slightly. She saw Lee, and assured him that they would still meet there at 7:00 tonight. He nodded, grinning at her slightly. She made her way up to her room, we she got out silver silky dress robes.
"Em! Those are gorgeous!" Hermione exclaimed. Emma smiled sweetly at her and put them on. Hermione was already in her satin blue robes. Parvati was wearing banana yellow colors—different from the year before, but she still looked great. Lavender was decked out in lavender robes.
"Okay, Emma! I call hair duty!" Lavender squealed. Emma looked at Hermione, a look saying 'this is why I don't go to the balls.' Emma slowly sat on Lavender's bed, and Lavender pulled out her wand. She murmured a few choice words, then stood back.
"Check it out!" Lavender said. Emma looked into the mirror. Her hair was pulled into an elegant up-do with tendrils off the side, which reached her shoulders.
"Those could be a bit tighter," Lavender said, appraising the curls. She made them really tight curls, then gave a satisfied sigh. Emma grinned at her appearance, and quickly thanked Lavender. Then, Parvati started on her make-up. It wasn't a simple spell, it was Muggle make-up. First foundation, then blush, then eye shadow was applied. Emma sat there for what seemed like hours.
Parvati and Lavender were finished, but Parvati was still putting make-up on Emma. Hermione had done her own hair and make-up.
"Guys, Em looks great. And, she's supposed to meet Lee in," Hermione checked her watch, "three minutes." Emma shrieked, looking for her silver sandals, pulling abruptly away from Parvati. Parvati just smiled, and tossed them to her.
"Come on guys! We're all supposed to meet the guys at 7:00," she said, walking out the dormitory and down to the common room fire, where Lee, Fred, George, Ron, Harry, Seamus, and Dean were waiting. Parvati and Dean ran over to Dean and Seamus, then headed down to the Great Hall.
Emma greeted the boys, as did Hermione.
"Where's Ginny?" Harry asked, running a hand through messy hair. Emma nodded at the stairs, where Ginny was slowly descending. Harry grinned and went to greet hair. The three pairs (Harry and Ginny, Ron and Hermione, and Lee and Emma) walked slowly down to the Great Hall.
The first thing everyone did was eat. The house tables weren't there, instead people sat at tables of four. Lee, Emma, Ginny, and Harry sat together, while Hermione and Ron sat at a secluded table.
As soon as dinner was over, Emma and Lee started dancing. They danced the first three songs, but when the fourth's music started playing, she felt a tap on her shoulder.
"Dance with me?" she heard a familiar voice ask.
A/N: Cliffhanger? Hope you liked everything! Please review!
Lee-Anne: thanks for reviewing! No, Ron doesn't like her . . . but you were right about the second guess. Hope you enjoyed it!