Seven~ Enter Serpent
"I don't fly that end of the Quidditch pitch!"
"Oh Merlin, Malfoy, as much as you mention Potter one could think."
"Warrington, how much do you value your life?"
All that could be heard was a chorus of crickets.
The grayish blue stared down at the other boy. The sneer was evident on his face. No other Slytherin, to his knowledge, would dare cross him lest they lose all chance to further their genetic lineage.
Slytherin's Golden Boy they called him. Could be the fact that he was the only 7th year of that house with white-blond hair. He was not your typical oblivious male. He knew most girls thought he was the best thing to walk this planet, but he didn't give a damn. Any attention given to him that was at the expense of Potter was a good thing to be milked for all its worth.
"Malfoy, isn't that Wood over there?"
He looked over to notice the brown-haired, brown-eyed, former Gryffindor Quidditch Captain talking to the current Gryffindor Quidditch Team with some dark-haired girl. Draco Malfoy carried himself higher than that of his team, being the Captain and a seventh year. He also held himself with the poise of someone who had the power to hex anyone who crossed him, just due to his famous family name. His long blond hair was slicked back, most likely with a gel-like substance, in such a way that if one hair was out of place it would be noticed by all. His blue-grey eyes did not twinkle, for he held most all his emotions in check. The Quidditch robes he wore over the sweater uniform clung to his slight form just so, and his long pale neck he tilted as he eyed the sight, horrendous to his eyes, of a different and lesser house at the school. He raised his dark eyebrow in question and slight amusement as he noticed that Weasley and Granger had also joined with the team to talk to the former Hogwarts student.
"I heard he's our new flight instructor," Warrington continued.
"Because Madame Hooch had to join the Ministry to help look into the recent Quidditch game attacks," Montague continued.
"I say we investigate," Malfoy declared in such a manner, so as the rest of his team had no say in the matter. He led the Slytherin Quidditch team over to accost the Gryffindors.
"What does he want?" Harry Potter sighed outloud as he noticed his nemesis coming towards him. Oliver was just about to introduce the girl standing beside him to the Gryffindors, but was interrupted by the Slytherins coming to cause havoc. Nemeses and Captains of the teams met face to face with their prospective teams falling behind, Oliver, his guest, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger on the side of the Gryffindor team.
"Getting help from a pro-Quidditch player are we? Where is the pro player for each of the other houses?"
"Like you ever cared about the other houses, Malfoy."
"It isn't fair for only the Gryffindors to get pro help."
"But it is fair for your father to buy your team brooms?"
"That is not the point," Draco said throwing the accusation aside like a wet towel after a shower, "I maintain that it isn't fair that our new referee is only 4 years out of Hogwarts and still biased to his former house."
"And Snape still referees does he not?"
"He doesn't referee the Slytherin games."
"Likewise, Wood wouldn't be refereeing Gryffindor's games."
"Is that true?" Malfoy directed his question to the man they were talking about.
Oliver raised his eyebrow, probably the first time in his knowledge that the prat actually did decide to acknowledge his existence. Not like it was important. He looked at Malfoy with contempt and said, "Yes it is true. Do you still have a problem?"
"I'm not sure I like this idea."
"Like you have a say in it?" Harry Potter wasn't into listening to Draco Malfoy today.
"I should. I could just go tell my father."
The dark-haired girl behind Oliver Wood rolled her eyes but kept her mouth shut as Hermione said, "I don't think running to your father would be very becoming for a person your age. You can't just keep running to him for all your problems."
"I would suggest you keep your opinions to yourself, Mudblood."
Suddenly the dark-haired girl emerged from where she was to step in front of Malfoy. Crabbe and Goyle had shown up in the courtyard to join the Slytherin team, and were not at all fazed by the slight figure now approaching their ringleader. She took her mouth off of the straw and cup of a brown thick liquid she had been nursing on and holding and handed it to Oliver. She stepped in front of Granger and Weasley, preventing them from retaliating. "You will regret your words," she addressed him, her voice giving away in full her land of origin.
"Regret what?" he asked inserting a term that surpassed any word ever heard by many of those present in vulgarity.
Oliver recognized it and his eyes widened and the whole company gasped.
Except this girl. If just one look could kill, this would be one of them.
But she spared his life, but not his consciousness for now Draco Malfoy was flat on his back, knocked out squarely.
The Gryffindor's snickered at the situation, but all among them looked at this girl in awe and slight fear.
She looked down at the heap of Malfoy, cocked her eyebrow and noticed two rather large and thick boys attempting to rush to his aid. Without a word they too were knocked out, significantly worse than the first, and she instructed the Slytherin team, "If y'all know what's good for ya, take these two to the hospital wing, but leave Malfoy to me."
They did so without question.
He awoke, and didn't even notice that his hair was now rather out of place. He blinked up at this girl now standing over him with a smirk that he should wear instead.
"Malfoy, this is Jae Long," Oliver said with a glint in his eye.
The Gryffindors gasped in recognition and Malfoy simply raised an eyebrow attempting to retain some amount of dignity. It was incredibly difficult to remain dignified while you were flat on your back due to some girl.
She offered her hand down to the blond one and said, "If you like the ground, by all means I have no problem leaving you here."
"I can get up on my own thanks," he replied and proceeded to do so.
Jae still was smirking and she noticed the glare she was now receiving from Malfoy. He seemed even more outraged that she was slightly amused by this entire situation.
"If you would like to know Malfoy, I am clearly aware of your family name and the power that goes with it."
"You realize."
"Threatening me with your father will not work. When it comes to me, I fight my own fights and expect you to do the same. I have a great deal of respect for the Malfoy family, despite their prejudiced ways. They are still great wizards, and you would wish me to keep them high in my thoughts."
He only blinked.
"Now is not the time to explain that."
"I think you're flirting," an Irish brogue said.
"What?" Jae Long whirled around to face Gryffindor Keeper Seamus Finnegan.
"What you did would be considered flirting you know."
Draco Malfoy looked quite repulsed. Sort of the reaction you would expect of telling him he had to shag a muggle-born, or a Hufflepuff, or Professor Snape.
Jae put on a thoughtful expression and said, "I see your point." She then went about circling the outraged Slytherin Quidditch Captain and looked Seamus in the eye. "A good ole punch in the face followed by unconsciousness on the part of the victim is the universal 'I want to have your babies,' sign."
Malfoy looked as if anything he had eaten this week would be lost. Oliver Wood on the other hand almost lost his jaw.
"You realize, Mr. Finnegan, how many guys that would be eligible fathers on that account?"
"Actually no."
"Finnegan, I got your name right, correct?" He nodded. "Keeper if I'm not mistaken." More nodding. "I am a Chaser, as I'm certain all y'all are aware of. Real Quidditch girls are rather physically violent."
Ginny Weasley rose an eyebrow. She was now a Chaser for Gryffindor's team.
Ron Weasley furrowed his brow. "I don't follow," he stated.
Jae then looked as if she was trying to tally something up in her head. She counted on her fingers and almost went to take off her shoes to count by toes, until Oliver said, "I think we get the point."
"Point not made yet."
"Um. okay?"
"Okay, that would tally up to each of the Keepers I've ever played against, including Mr. Wood here. The Wigtown Wanderer's old agent Tier Splinta. he was quite the cutie I might add. even Marcus Flint. Okay now that's an image I want to wake up to in the morning."
Oliver shuddered at Flint's name, but had taken into account Jae's mentioning of Splinta with a slightly curious yet confused expression.
Malfoy was still scowling at Jae and she looked over at him to notice his hair was still out of place.
"Lighten up and take your wand out of your ass, Malfoy. It could've been worse."
The scowl now on his face was of an unmentionable evil.
"I could've did to you what I did to Crabbe and Goyle. Heck, I could've even turned you into a ferret."
He gritted his teeth. "How did you know about that?"
"Ummm, I guessed."
"Sure as hell you did. Who bloody told you?"
"You just did. I just picked a random animal."
He emitted a snarl that rivaled all snarls in humanity. His blue-grey eyes pierced into her own, attempting to find some sort of weakness.
Even Jae Long couldn't say no to a look like that. "Okay I lied. I read someone's mind. He seems rather ecstatic about calling you, 'the amazing bouncing ferret.' Whatever that means."
More snarling from Draco Malfoy, now directed at the smirking, redheaded, freckled wonder of Ron Weasley. With a glare spared for each and every one of the Gryffindors, he turned on his heel and left.
"Add that to the many reasons to kill Ron Weasley with a crossbow."
Oliver looked at Jae with a raised eyebrow.
"That's what he last thought," she explained.
"That's it?"
"Well, no, but there are young ears present."
"Right."
"What's this with the crossbow, I wonder."
"Who knows the inner workings of the mind of Malfoy?" Harry Potter said aloud.
"Who wants to know?" Ron stated.
Jae shrugged.
"But I do say he looks better from this angle."
Everyone whirled around to see Ginny checking out Draco.
Ron snarled, Harry's mouth hung open in shock.
"What? Did I just say that aloud?" she asked innocently.
"I believe you did," Seamus stated.
"He looks better from this angle?" Jae asked and took a look at what Ginny had noticed.
Hermione looked like she would be sick.
Jae Long tilted her neck and strained her eyes. "I can see clearly without spectacles and I see no such matter."
"But."
"Ginny Weasley, correct?" She nodded. "You should know better."
"What?"
"You just should."
Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived to be Utterly Confused and Oblivious, then asked, "What's going on?"
Jae just smiled, and patted him on his head, despite the fact he was taller than her.
Oliver, the Quidditch star who had absolutely no idea what was going on around him just looked Potter the Quidditch Captain in the eye and said, "Now show me those new plays you've been practicing."
"I don't fly that end of the Quidditch pitch!"
"Oh Merlin, Malfoy, as much as you mention Potter one could think."
"Warrington, how much do you value your life?"
All that could be heard was a chorus of crickets.
The grayish blue stared down at the other boy. The sneer was evident on his face. No other Slytherin, to his knowledge, would dare cross him lest they lose all chance to further their genetic lineage.
Slytherin's Golden Boy they called him. Could be the fact that he was the only 7th year of that house with white-blond hair. He was not your typical oblivious male. He knew most girls thought he was the best thing to walk this planet, but he didn't give a damn. Any attention given to him that was at the expense of Potter was a good thing to be milked for all its worth.
"Malfoy, isn't that Wood over there?"
He looked over to notice the brown-haired, brown-eyed, former Gryffindor Quidditch Captain talking to the current Gryffindor Quidditch Team with some dark-haired girl. Draco Malfoy carried himself higher than that of his team, being the Captain and a seventh year. He also held himself with the poise of someone who had the power to hex anyone who crossed him, just due to his famous family name. His long blond hair was slicked back, most likely with a gel-like substance, in such a way that if one hair was out of place it would be noticed by all. His blue-grey eyes did not twinkle, for he held most all his emotions in check. The Quidditch robes he wore over the sweater uniform clung to his slight form just so, and his long pale neck he tilted as he eyed the sight, horrendous to his eyes, of a different and lesser house at the school. He raised his dark eyebrow in question and slight amusement as he noticed that Weasley and Granger had also joined with the team to talk to the former Hogwarts student.
"I heard he's our new flight instructor," Warrington continued.
"Because Madame Hooch had to join the Ministry to help look into the recent Quidditch game attacks," Montague continued.
"I say we investigate," Malfoy declared in such a manner, so as the rest of his team had no say in the matter. He led the Slytherin Quidditch team over to accost the Gryffindors.
"What does he want?" Harry Potter sighed outloud as he noticed his nemesis coming towards him. Oliver was just about to introduce the girl standing beside him to the Gryffindors, but was interrupted by the Slytherins coming to cause havoc. Nemeses and Captains of the teams met face to face with their prospective teams falling behind, Oliver, his guest, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger on the side of the Gryffindor team.
"Getting help from a pro-Quidditch player are we? Where is the pro player for each of the other houses?"
"Like you ever cared about the other houses, Malfoy."
"It isn't fair for only the Gryffindors to get pro help."
"But it is fair for your father to buy your team brooms?"
"That is not the point," Draco said throwing the accusation aside like a wet towel after a shower, "I maintain that it isn't fair that our new referee is only 4 years out of Hogwarts and still biased to his former house."
"And Snape still referees does he not?"
"He doesn't referee the Slytherin games."
"Likewise, Wood wouldn't be refereeing Gryffindor's games."
"Is that true?" Malfoy directed his question to the man they were talking about.
Oliver raised his eyebrow, probably the first time in his knowledge that the prat actually did decide to acknowledge his existence. Not like it was important. He looked at Malfoy with contempt and said, "Yes it is true. Do you still have a problem?"
"I'm not sure I like this idea."
"Like you have a say in it?" Harry Potter wasn't into listening to Draco Malfoy today.
"I should. I could just go tell my father."
The dark-haired girl behind Oliver Wood rolled her eyes but kept her mouth shut as Hermione said, "I don't think running to your father would be very becoming for a person your age. You can't just keep running to him for all your problems."
"I would suggest you keep your opinions to yourself, Mudblood."
Suddenly the dark-haired girl emerged from where she was to step in front of Malfoy. Crabbe and Goyle had shown up in the courtyard to join the Slytherin team, and were not at all fazed by the slight figure now approaching their ringleader. She took her mouth off of the straw and cup of a brown thick liquid she had been nursing on and holding and handed it to Oliver. She stepped in front of Granger and Weasley, preventing them from retaliating. "You will regret your words," she addressed him, her voice giving away in full her land of origin.
"Regret what?" he asked inserting a term that surpassed any word ever heard by many of those present in vulgarity.
Oliver recognized it and his eyes widened and the whole company gasped.
Except this girl. If just one look could kill, this would be one of them.
But she spared his life, but not his consciousness for now Draco Malfoy was flat on his back, knocked out squarely.
The Gryffindor's snickered at the situation, but all among them looked at this girl in awe and slight fear.
She looked down at the heap of Malfoy, cocked her eyebrow and noticed two rather large and thick boys attempting to rush to his aid. Without a word they too were knocked out, significantly worse than the first, and she instructed the Slytherin team, "If y'all know what's good for ya, take these two to the hospital wing, but leave Malfoy to me."
They did so without question.
He awoke, and didn't even notice that his hair was now rather out of place. He blinked up at this girl now standing over him with a smirk that he should wear instead.
"Malfoy, this is Jae Long," Oliver said with a glint in his eye.
The Gryffindors gasped in recognition and Malfoy simply raised an eyebrow attempting to retain some amount of dignity. It was incredibly difficult to remain dignified while you were flat on your back due to some girl.
She offered her hand down to the blond one and said, "If you like the ground, by all means I have no problem leaving you here."
"I can get up on my own thanks," he replied and proceeded to do so.
Jae still was smirking and she noticed the glare she was now receiving from Malfoy. He seemed even more outraged that she was slightly amused by this entire situation.
"If you would like to know Malfoy, I am clearly aware of your family name and the power that goes with it."
"You realize."
"Threatening me with your father will not work. When it comes to me, I fight my own fights and expect you to do the same. I have a great deal of respect for the Malfoy family, despite their prejudiced ways. They are still great wizards, and you would wish me to keep them high in my thoughts."
He only blinked.
"Now is not the time to explain that."
"I think you're flirting," an Irish brogue said.
"What?" Jae Long whirled around to face Gryffindor Keeper Seamus Finnegan.
"What you did would be considered flirting you know."
Draco Malfoy looked quite repulsed. Sort of the reaction you would expect of telling him he had to shag a muggle-born, or a Hufflepuff, or Professor Snape.
Jae put on a thoughtful expression and said, "I see your point." She then went about circling the outraged Slytherin Quidditch Captain and looked Seamus in the eye. "A good ole punch in the face followed by unconsciousness on the part of the victim is the universal 'I want to have your babies,' sign."
Malfoy looked as if anything he had eaten this week would be lost. Oliver Wood on the other hand almost lost his jaw.
"You realize, Mr. Finnegan, how many guys that would be eligible fathers on that account?"
"Actually no."
"Finnegan, I got your name right, correct?" He nodded. "Keeper if I'm not mistaken." More nodding. "I am a Chaser, as I'm certain all y'all are aware of. Real Quidditch girls are rather physically violent."
Ginny Weasley rose an eyebrow. She was now a Chaser for Gryffindor's team.
Ron Weasley furrowed his brow. "I don't follow," he stated.
Jae then looked as if she was trying to tally something up in her head. She counted on her fingers and almost went to take off her shoes to count by toes, until Oliver said, "I think we get the point."
"Point not made yet."
"Um. okay?"
"Okay, that would tally up to each of the Keepers I've ever played against, including Mr. Wood here. The Wigtown Wanderer's old agent Tier Splinta. he was quite the cutie I might add. even Marcus Flint. Okay now that's an image I want to wake up to in the morning."
Oliver shuddered at Flint's name, but had taken into account Jae's mentioning of Splinta with a slightly curious yet confused expression.
Malfoy was still scowling at Jae and she looked over at him to notice his hair was still out of place.
"Lighten up and take your wand out of your ass, Malfoy. It could've been worse."
The scowl now on his face was of an unmentionable evil.
"I could've did to you what I did to Crabbe and Goyle. Heck, I could've even turned you into a ferret."
He gritted his teeth. "How did you know about that?"
"Ummm, I guessed."
"Sure as hell you did. Who bloody told you?"
"You just did. I just picked a random animal."
He emitted a snarl that rivaled all snarls in humanity. His blue-grey eyes pierced into her own, attempting to find some sort of weakness.
Even Jae Long couldn't say no to a look like that. "Okay I lied. I read someone's mind. He seems rather ecstatic about calling you, 'the amazing bouncing ferret.' Whatever that means."
More snarling from Draco Malfoy, now directed at the smirking, redheaded, freckled wonder of Ron Weasley. With a glare spared for each and every one of the Gryffindors, he turned on his heel and left.
"Add that to the many reasons to kill Ron Weasley with a crossbow."
Oliver looked at Jae with a raised eyebrow.
"That's what he last thought," she explained.
"That's it?"
"Well, no, but there are young ears present."
"Right."
"What's this with the crossbow, I wonder."
"Who knows the inner workings of the mind of Malfoy?" Harry Potter said aloud.
"Who wants to know?" Ron stated.
Jae shrugged.
"But I do say he looks better from this angle."
Everyone whirled around to see Ginny checking out Draco.
Ron snarled, Harry's mouth hung open in shock.
"What? Did I just say that aloud?" she asked innocently.
"I believe you did," Seamus stated.
"He looks better from this angle?" Jae asked and took a look at what Ginny had noticed.
Hermione looked like she would be sick.
Jae Long tilted her neck and strained her eyes. "I can see clearly without spectacles and I see no such matter."
"But."
"Ginny Weasley, correct?" She nodded. "You should know better."
"What?"
"You just should."
Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived to be Utterly Confused and Oblivious, then asked, "What's going on?"
Jae just smiled, and patted him on his head, despite the fact he was taller than her.
Oliver, the Quidditch star who had absolutely no idea what was going on around him just looked Potter the Quidditch Captain in the eye and said, "Now show me those new plays you've been practicing."