The word Gryffindor rumbled through the Dining Hall and rather weak-kneed Sian stepped down from the platform to join her friends at the Gryffindor table. It practically rumbled with applause.

"What did you tell them about me?" Sian asked Hazel above the din.

"Nothing," she replied.

"So your table normally rumbles like this?" Sian asked uncertainly. "Yeah."

"What did you tell them?"

"That you were an awesome Keeper and that we were going to win the House Cup," Fred told her.

Hazel punched Fred and Sian gave Hazel such a blow to her arm she couldn't feel it for the rest of the Sorting.

Draco saw the girl, Sian MacDonal Sorted into Gryffindor. Not the best choice he told himself. The name MacDonal rang a bell, he'd heard that name somewhere before, only he couldn't remember. The girl, Sian, was the girl he had followed around in Madame Malkin's shop when she had been getting her robes. He sighed as the memory recollected in his mind.

She was very tall, about six feet maybe, cloudy grey eyes and beautiful blonde hair, it almost sounded like a description of himself. That was why he knew that he liked her, and he was going to have his way with her, he had that effect on women.

After the feast which didn't prove to be much fun the Gryffindors headed back to their dorm.

"That teacher, Mr. MacAlan, seemed pretty cool, hope he's as good as the last two," Seamus told Dean.

After learning the new password and climbing into the porthole that the fat lady in the pink dress opened to reveal everyone went to bed. Everyone except for Sian. Sian went up the spiral staircase and into the room labeled "Fifth Years, " and entered. There were six four-poster beds all with crimson curtains. Two of the girls she didn't know and they immediately introduced themselves.

A girl, dark-skinned with large brown eyes and dark brown hair greeted her. She was the taller of the two introduced herself, "I'm Parvati."

A shorter, blonde girl beamed up at Sian, "Lavender."

"I'm Sian."

Hermione peered out from her drapes and looked at her rather distastefully.

Hazel, who had a bed next to her laughed, "'Night."

Knowing that she wouldn't be able to sleep, Sian went back down the stairs and pulled up a chair by the fire. It was a large, overstuffed red armchair and was incredibly comfortable. She was staring into the lonely flames when someone next to her coughed. Brought back into reality so quickly she jumped.

The kid saw this and apologized. "I'm BJ Nicholls."

"Sian MacDonal," she grinned, "how do you like it here?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you?" BJ countered.

"What do you mean?" Sian asked.

"I've been in Hogwarts for five years already, this is only your first."

Sian laughed looking at her companion for the first time. He had raven black hair and hazel eyes. He seemed nice enough. "Yeah, I meant Ireland, not Hogwarts."

"What do you mean?"

"How long have you been living in Ireland? Is this your sixth year?"

"Um-yeah-how'd you guess?" "Well, I'm from the same part of Ireland you are trying to impersonate, and your accent goes in and out-too strong in some places, not enough in others, you know what I mean?"

"I think so."

"So what part of America are you from?"

"New Jersey."

"I used to live in Vermont, great country up there, you ever been that way?"

"Once or twice, there are too many cows."

"You get used to it after a while." Sian laughed. "What do you miss the most?"

"Well, I was a muggle for my childhood years and was big on soccer and skateboarding."

"You don't say."

"Why not?"

"You and me are going to get along great, as long as you call it football, you're in Scotland now, none of that American talk."

BJ nodded and they chatted avidly about skateboards until both of them fell asleep. The next morning was a Sunday and there were no classes. A rushing and pushing around woke up Sian, but BJ remained fast asleep. Seven people were rummaging around, attempting to find their way out of the room.

"The door is over by the window," she told them groggily.

"Thanks Sian, you want to join us?" Fred asked.

"What are you going to do?"

"Play Quidditch, pre-season starts tomorrow."

"No-I thought the season didn't start for another couple of weeks."

"Those are for the other Houses, we want to win we've got to have the skills."

"Okay." That decided her. Sian left BJ and silently went to her room. She changed into some cargo pants and another t-shirt while struggling to decide on a broom to use. She decided on the Lupus Racer. It was fast. Fast enough to impress even the most uninterested guy, and that is what made things fun. The handcrafted red pine handle warmed under her touch, and the lilac twigs in the tail bristled impatiently. She jogged down the stairs and tip-toed past her sleeping friend. Outside the portrait hole her other friends waited. They made no comment on her casual dress, which was cool, it was Sunday.

Inside the Quidditch Pitch Madame Hooch was waiting. "Have fun," she told them and handed them the box of balls. Fred and George, bats handy let loose the Snitch for Harry and Hazel and took out the Quaffle for the Chasers' use. When they were safe in the air, Fred and George let the Bludgers loose.

Sian had not yet taken off and one Bludger made a beeline toward her before the twins had mounted their brooms. Sian rose sharply in the air and kicked it away from her. It smashed into the ground before chasing after her. Easily, and with agility she swerved out of its path. It turned sharply thinking to catch her off-guard, but she saw its move. Sian swept down and snatched the bat from Fred and smacked the Bludger head on-throwing it into the stands. She dropped the bat and let the Beater have at it. She sped to the goal, just in time to stop the Chasers from scoring. She caught the ball and punted it to midfield.

Hazel, who was practicing her Seeker moves stopped to hi-five her. Through out the practice Sian made amazing saves and was congratulated on almost all of them. The Chasers were incredible. It was when Sian was taking a break, waiting for the Chasers to retrieve a punt to the other end of the field did she notice the blonde haired boy in green Quidditch robes. George stopped a Bludger coming at her head and Sian asked him about the boy. He looked thoroughly puzzled, he didn't know what she was talking about. "Tall blonde kid, green Quidditch robes..."

"Malfoy," George growled.

She laughed, "Malfoy? What kind of name is that?" Then she remembered what George and Hazel had told her about this Malfoy kid. "Hmm," her laughed turned to a grim half a smile. "Let me have that stick, you be Keeper for a couple of minutes."

"Uh-okay." A Bludger picked that instant to come after her. She waited until it was right on her before pelting it at the stands. It shattered the bench next to where the kid was sitting. He jumped almost a good three feet in the air. Sian tossed the bat back to George who was laughing hysterically. She couldn't resist. Her laughter reverberated off the stadium walls and everybody flew over to her, Harry had the Snitch. Malfoy had disappeared, but between bouts of laughter they were able to retell their story and pointed to the pieces of bench. The whole team was soon laughing with them. When they landed, putting all the balls away in their proper places they headed to the locker rooms. George and Sian were still giggling and their sound echoed off the stone.

Waiting at their door, the Slytherins came out to greet them. "Potter," a blonde boy spat.

"Malfoy," Harry replied in even tones.

The boy, Malfoy, Sian recollected was the boy who had followed her in Madame Malkin's Robe Shop. That was Malfoy? Son of the evil Lucius Malfoy?

Her laughter broke the tense silence and Malfoy stiffened at the sound of it. He remembered it. He searched through the crowd and looked for new faces. There were two.

"I haven't met your other team members," Malfoy snarled. "Can you not count? There are only supposed to be seven members."

"Oh-that is why there are eight of us?" Sian asked sarcastically and the twins sniggered. "Hmm-you only have six, so I suppose in this case more is better."

The twins sniggers were joined by an outrageous assortment of snorts and choked laughs.

Malfoy's eyes stared at the only person who wasn't laughing, it was Sian MacDonal, the girl from Diagon Alley. "I don't know your name Miss-" Draco's voice was mellifluously smooth.

Sian snorted at this change in character, her eyes a bright green.

Draco didn't remember her eyes being green.

"Ah-but I know you-you followed me around in Diagon Alley, like a lost puppy, you should make your adoration of people less obvious, it's a real turn-off."

Every Gryffindor present laughed outright.

Sian considered this session done and announced, "after that practice I need a shower, pardon me guys," she stepped forward.

Draco stared in amazement, she was as tall as him. He didn't realize his jaw had fallen open. Luckily no one from Gryffindor could see.

Sian reached and closed his mouth, making him bite his tongue and making his teeth smash together.

"I think you've just been shafted," Hazel commented as Sian walked past him.

"Shut it Mudblood," Malfoy snapped.

Sian turned on her heel and headed back towards Malfoy. Hazel held up her hand to stop her friend. Her other hand dealt Malfoy a blow to his stomach that sent him reeling backwards, into his fellow Slytherins. Sian, Hazel, and Alicia spit on the ground in the direction of Malfoy and sauntered away followed by their team members.

In the Gryffindor locker room Sian used a Summoning Charm to conjure up a towel and a change of clothes. Under the ice-cold water Sian allowed herself time to think. What made her so appealing to Malfoy? She was pretty, not dead sexy like some girls she knew. Was it because he liked being made fun of? That would be weird-Sian put that thought out of her mind. Drying off and putting her towel around her, Sian sidled out of the shower to get the clothes she'd left on the bench. Her hair, now many shades of blonde because it had gotten wet; glistened in the shafts of sunlight, filtering through the windows. She paid no mind to the looks of astonishment on the guys' faces. Getting dressed she still couldn't understand Malfoy's fascination with her, maybe it was just a phase.

Draco was astonished. This girl-he didn't even know-other than the fact that he was in love with her-had just shut him down, in front of his friends. He knew that her friends hated him, he needed to get her to see past all of that. She was beautiful-and that was all that mattered. Taking a shower after an invigorating practice the thought hit him: MacDonal was the new CEO of the American Broom Company.

They manufactured Elementals, incredibly fast brooms, and also gave the British some of their equipment, it was with their help that the Firebolt had been built, and with more help a Firebolt II was being built. Draco hadn't seen her fly, that didn't matter, to him looks were everything personalities were a side show-much like him compared to Sian. He couldn't wait to tell his dad about Sian MacDonal.