The Admirers
A/N:
Vimh: Yay! I get to say the A/N today!!!!!!!!! OK, um.... say what do you say
in these things, again?
Vimhaletta: You're supposed to say everything Miracle told you to.
Vimh: Oh, right. Erm... yeah. What did she tell me to say anyway?
Vimhaletta: You never listen do you?
Vimh: No. Why? Am I supposed to?
Vimhaletta: *sigh* No, you aren't genius. *rolls eyes and shakes head* You're
supposed to thank everyone for reviewing.
Vimh: Oh. Thanks to everyone who reviewed.
Vimhaletta: Tell them all that Miracle is sorry for the delay in the chapter,
she went to WAY too many camps and she was confused on what to do with the plot
since everyone kept telling her to do the story differently, and she's sorry
she couldn't make it on time for the chapter.
Vimh: Oh, OK. Miracle-
Vimhaletta: They heard me, Vimh.
Vimh: Oh.
Vimhaletta: Why don't you just let me take it from here?
Vimh: Oh, fine.
Vimhaletta: Thank you. OK. Hi, everyone! Like I said, Miracle went to a LOT of
camps this summer, somewhere around 5-she had 3 weeks to herself-, and she's so
sorry she didn't get this up earlier. She was hoping to put this up a while
ago, but she found out when she got home from the three-week camp that guess
what? She was going to basketball camp! Yay! Not. And then, when she got back
from Public Speaking camp she had about a week to do ALL her summer reading and
to get school supplies. And then, wouldn't you know it? She had to go to
–yipee! - school! So you can blame her teachers for doing this evil to her and
not allowing her to finish this chapter earlier. Um, anyway, like I said, she
went to public speaking camp last week, and she made this totally cool friend
named Elizabeth, so she has a shout out to her…Thank you to all her reviewers
thus far. She has a list at the bottom. She hopes you enjoy the next chapter.
Maybe you'll spread the word about her story. She will not put up the next
chapter until the number of the nice little reviewing boxes on the nice reviews
screen add up to about, oh, maybe 20 to 30. Let's just say 25, OK? Thanks! DO NOT FLAME!!!!!!!!! Unless you are giving
constructive criticism. OK? Everyone clear? Good! Now for some notes about the story:
Note to readers on story:
Capella doesn't end up coming out so mean in this. She seems more… human… and bearable.
That's because I decided that she sounded too evil, and I guess no one is really that horrible –unless you're Voldemort, and, believe me, she is no Voldemort. Mean, yes, but even the annoying brat I knew at school isn't Voldemort. She's more of a young Draco Malfoy and her mother's Lucius.
Yeah, that works. Lucius and Lucius Jr. Perfect… I finally figured out how to describe Bridget! She's the annoying brat by the way.
Go read the fun disclaimer! Vimh, you can do the
disclaimer.
Vimh: Thank you.
Disclaimer:
Vimh: *reading from a piece of paper* Capella Montefino, and the rest of the
Montefino family (Including Hyreta and Bree) are hers. Professor Spalartan and
Mr. Jinkes are also hers. We are Miracle's messed up voices. Oh, here's a note
from her:
For the
disclaimer:
Note to readers: I own the voices inside my head. Besides, why would you want
them anyway?
Vimh: Hey! Miracle! Ugh! Anyway,
Miracle does not own any of the Harry Potter characters *squints at paper*
yadda...yadda... yadda?
Vimhaletta: In other words, she's tired of saying she doesn't own something
half the world knows she doesn't own anyway.
Vimh: Oh, OK. Hey wait, that's it? That's cheap! You got to read a whole
paragraph!
Vimhaletta: That's 'cause I listened, Mr. "Why? Am I supposed
too?"
Vimh: But-but- Aww! That's not fair! I'm leaving! *Stomps off*
Vimhaletta: Vimh! Don't be such a baby! *sigh* I'd better go get him. In the
meanwhile, here's the story! Enjoy!
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Chapter 3- Quidditch and Love
"No, of course not," replied the man. "I was just going to ask you a question."
"Oh, ok." What could he possibly want to know from me? The woman wondered.
"What do you do?"
"What do I do?" The woman repeated, surprised.
"Yes, you know, what's your job?"
"I work for a newspaper."
"Oh, OK."
"Why?"
"Just curious. Anyway, back to the story.
Two weeks come and go quickly, and The Admirers is doing quite well. OK,
so it still had two members, but Colin and Ginny were working hard and they
didn't really want a huge club. It would be too hard to manage. Capella easily
made it to the top of her classes, and was soon one of Professor Snape's
favorite students, in fierce competition with Draco Malfoy. Capella has been
spending her free time planning how to get Colin, and flying on the Quidditch
field, but she won't open her eyes for a moment so that she can realize she has
a serious admirer herself."
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Capella sighed as she flew on her Firebolt, zooming across the field on a lovely Sunday afternoon. She loved flying. She loved way the air rushed past her face, blowing through her long black hair. She never got tired of the way flying made her feel free and away from the rest of the world. She had, for once, stopped planning on how she would get Colin, and instead was daydreaming about what would happen when she had him. He would look quite nice to the rest of the family, and she couldn't wait to see her cousins' faces when she brought home such a good-looking boy. And Colin was definitely good-looking. She smiled. Now if only that letter would come back from Bree, and quickly! Oh, well, she thought. I still have one more day. With that she returned to her daydreams.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Somewhere nearby. Capella had an audience. Draco Malfoy stood on the field below with the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, Marcus Flint.
"She's good," commented the Flint. When there was no reply, Flint turned his head to look at Draco.
"She's OK," commented Draco. "Her grip on the broom is all wrong though. And she doesn't turn quickly enough." Actually, Capella's grip was one of the best he'd seen in a while- including his own - and her turns were sharp, quick, and clean, just the way a Seeker's turns were supposed to be.
"And I suppose you do?" Asked Flint, raising an eyebrow at his seeker. He made no effort to hide the blatant insult. Why should he, when practically the whole Slytherin house blared in Draco's face? They hadn't won a game in ages. Well, maybe once or twice- through sheer dirty play or when they went against Hufflepuff. If they were lucky, they won against Ravenclaw once in a blue moon.
Draco glared, but made no comment at the insult.
Flint continued. "She really would do well at being Seeker. I'd like to see what she can do."
"Well, we already have a Seeker, don't we Flint? We don't have to worry about that."
"Oh, for crying out loud, Malfoy! We haven't won a game in God knows how long! You know that! We don't have a bloody chance at the Quidditch Cup this year, and you know that!"
"So you're saying I'm a miserable Seeker?"
"I'm saying that if this team doesn't shape up before our next match, we've as good as lost. And yeah, now that I think of it, you are a pretty miserable Seeker."
Draco got a bit irritated at the last comment, even though he had brought it upon himself. "How am I supposed to help it if Potter is so bloody good at everything? Potter, wonder-boy extraordinaire."
Flint scoffed at this. "If you were good enough, you could win against him. Now, I'm sick of this conversation. It's pathetic to hear you attempt to back yourself up. Call her down."
Draco crossed his arms. No way. If Flint wanted her as Seeker so badly he could call her down himself.
"Now, Draco."
Draco sighed and did as the older boy told him. "Capella!" He called, cupping his hands around his mouth. "Capella Montefino!"
"Thank you," said Flint. The two of them watched as the figure in the sky started heading down.
"Snape will skin you for this, you know?" Draco hissed.
Flint matched his tone. "Oh, and why is that?"
"She's a girl!" They'd never had girls on the Slytherin team. Not now, not ever!
"I highly doubt that Snape will care about that when we win an actual game for once and not out of pure luck."
"I don't believe you're thinking of letting a girl onto the team." Commented Draco in a last attempt to save his position.
"Oh, and what's so wrong about that?" Capella had alighted quietly and caught Draco's last remark.
"Nothing," said Flint, taking over. "Ignore Draco. He's just being a pain."
Draco shot Flint a death-glare.
"Mmm-hmm," said Capella, raising an eyebrow. "So, may I ask why you so rudely interrupted me?" This had better be important. No one interrupted her at home when she was flying unless it was urgent.
"Well, I was wondering… what do you think of joining the Slytherin Quidditch team?"
Capella looked a bit shocked. Actually she only looked shocked. She really wasn't that surprised. She had made the team at her old school and she knew she had excellent flying skills. She feigned surprise, though. It wouldn't do to look arrogant. "Really? Me?"
"Yeah, I was thinking maybe…as Seeker."
"Sure! Why not!"
"Great. You're great on a broom. Let's see how you do with actually catching a ball."
"OK…"
They walked off, leaving a smoldering Draco behind them.
~*~*~*~
Later that evening, Capella walked into the Slytherin common room, after an hour of showing Flint her skills at catching first tennis balls, then ping-pong balls, then finally the Snitch. She was greeted by a very happy group of Slytherins. Flint seemed to have gotten ahead of her and told them all the news. Capella laughed and greeted them happily, then settled down to do work ahead. She was working on a Potions Essay she knew was due in a week, when Jessica came running over.
"I heard the good news, Capella! Congrats!" She squealed.
Capella laughed at her friend's antics. "Thanks, Jess." She used the nickname that the girl's friends called her.
"So, what's he like?"
"What's who like?"
"Marcus Flint! The Slytherin Quidditch Captain! Isn't he so cute?"
Capella rolled her eyes. "He's dashing," she said jokingly.
"Yeah, he's such a dream…" Jessica went off into another of her fanciful reveries. Capella started to work again when her friend snapped out of her daydream. "I've gotta go. I'll meet you up in the dorm, ok?"
"OK."
The other girl started to leave, but she stopped and turned around. "Oh yeah, I was just at the owlry. This came for you." She dropped a letter on Capella's lap, and then left.
Capella opened her letter and read the parchment inside. It was from Bree.
Dear Capella,
Here are they answers to the questions. Sorry it took so long. Had to smuggle it out. Mom won't let me send any mail since I'm grounded. It really sucks. Anyway, it was nice to hear from you. You have to write me more! Good luck with your friends. And if they give you any trouble, tell me. I'll take care of them for you.
Fondest wishes,
Bree
Capella smiled. She could only imagine what Bree had done this time to get grounded. And she knew that her cousin's playful threat to her "friends" could very well be as serious as a reprimand from Capella's father and those were not to be taken lightly.
She looked at the second piece of parchment. Sure enough, there were the answers. Great. She would give these to that brat, Weasley, tonight at dinner. She put them away for later, and got back to work on her potions essay.
A little while later, Capella looked up from her work, feeling like someone was looking at her. Her eyes met Draco Malfoy's, former Slytherin seeker. She expected him to be mad, but he didn't look like he was. He just stared at her the way all the other boys did. She sent him a gorgeous smile, then got back to work. Jessica had been right, now that she thought of it; he was kind of cute. In a strange, bad boy kind of way.
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The next morning, Ginny sat with Colin. She was going over Capella's results with him; the girl had turned them in yesterday at dinner.
"So you're sure she got 100%?" Colin asked the same question in a different form for about the fifth time that meal.
"Positive, Colin."
"We could check it again and-"
"Colin, for crying out loud! We've already gone over it together five times! Not including the two times I went over it by myself! You seem to actually not want her to be part of the club…"
The woman laughed at this part in the story and the man paused and chuckled a bit, as if remembering a fond memory, before continuing on…
The look on Colin's face told her that her last comment was true.
"I know she's a Slytherin, but you gotta figure, if she's joining a Harry Potter Fan Club, she's gotta be better than Malfoy."
"Or she could be attempting to blow the club off."
Ginny laughed. "Don't be so pessimistic, Colin!"
"Who's being pessimistic? I'm not being pessimistic!" Colin said innocently.
She laughed again. "Right. And that's exactly why you're giving me puppy eyes right now?"
"Exactly!"
"Colin Creevey, you are completely insane!" She exclaimed before bursting into a fit of giggles.
~*~*~*~
Capella watched the two laughing happily from the Slytherin table. She had managed to snag a seat where she could keep the two in plain sight. So this was how Weasley wanted to play? Fine. She was game.
~*~*~*~
Capella herself was being watched. Draco Malfoy sat at the head of the Slytherin table, a spot frequently reserved for him. Since he was no longer seeker and would no longer lose any games for Slytherin, everyone had returned to sucking up to him because of his father's status. Now he sat, his eyes intently watching Capella. Sure he was pissed off that she had stolen his spot on the team, but the anger had died away quickly. How could he be angry at someone who was so… perfect? She was so wonderful, so beautiful, so smart. What the heck are you saying, Draco? He had been wondering lately if he'd lost his mind. He was thinking thoughts that he shouldn't have thought and writing things he shouldn't have written lately. Just yesterday he had been daydreaming about her and mindlessly writing as he did so. When he looked down to see what he had been doing, he was shocked to see love poems cover the page. He had, of course burned the papers. If Pansy or his father found out he was doing something so insane… Draco shivered at the thought and pulled his eyes away from Capella. No use thinking about the girl. She'd never care for him anyway. Not even his own mother did.
"Draco, did you hear about…"
Draco jerked out of his thoughts and turned his head to talk to the boy who tried to engage him in a conversation.
~*~*~*~
Colin headed to his next class, Defense Against the Dark Arts, with thoughts of Ginny floating about his head. She was so wonderful. Everything she did was perfect. Every move she made was adorable in its own way. She was gorgeous. And she was so smart! She made everything look so easy. But the one thing about her that was his favorite part was her heart. She always knew how to make him smile, make him laugh. She taught him to not look at the world so darkly and love everything for what it really was. The past two weeks had been some of the best he'd ever had. He sighed.
Colin Creevey, a voice said inside his head, I do believe you like her!
He rolled his eyes. Well, of course I like her! She's a good friend-
No, not in that way, interrupted the voice. I mean like like her.
To this Colin snapped: I have no idea what you're talking about, then quickly silenced his thoughts as he entered the classroom.
He did, however, add one thought before Professor Spalartan started the lesson. Besides, she'd never like me.
The woman gasped. But she'd thought-
"Is there something wrong?" Asked the man.
A/N: Me: Yay I'm back! And I finally finished it!
So? What'd'ya think? Hmmm? Who are the woman and the man? Think you know? (You probably figured it out ages ago…) Email me here: faerie1124@aol.com
Anyhow, I hope you liked the story. Love is in the air! ::grin:: ::yawn:: I'm tired. I'm going to bed. Night!
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