"Hey," Sian called to Draco, "We booked this field time, so scram."

He looked up and the team followed him as he walked over to the Gryffindors. "What, can you kids not keep a captain?" He asked his voice as cold as ice. "First it was Potter, then every now and then it's a Weasley, and now it's a girl, hmph."

The rest of his teammates laughed in agreement.

He showed off his broom, and Sian read the gold lettering below his hand Firebolt II. The tail of the broom looked familiar, the sight of it etched into the back of her mind.

"Can I have a word?" Sian asked.

Draco looked at her puzzled, and held back from a sarcastic comment, had his time finally come?

"Just so you know, Malfoy," She spat, "You should treat me and my teammates with at least some respect, seeing as I'm the one who made sure you didn't break your back and die on that plank last night, so give a little credit where it's due, and keep in mind that you owe me kid, now get you and your punks out of here."

Draco nodded and led his guys. He had wondered who had dropped him on the plank, he knew that none of the Slytherins would have done, and at the time he couldn't think of a Gryffindor that had been in the vicinity at the time of his fall. It was quite plausible that she could have caught him, he could not see who had, and the she was the Keeper, right where he had fallen.

After practice in the Common Room all the Quidditch players tried to understand what Sian was telling them. Draco Malfoy had a Firebolt II, no one could believe it. They were all talking amongst themselves when Sian broke away from the group and found her broom making book. She had not yet received a present from her father, and now would be a good time to get the materials. No one else had a Firebolt II, nobody was sure if they were on the market yet. As Sian rummaged in her room she knocked over the Corvus Speed Demon. The tail, she noted was the same as the new Firebolt, and the handle was ash, also like the Firebolt.

Running down the steps Sian threw the broom for Harry to inspect and looked up the properties of Willow.

"So is this the same thing as the Firebolt II?" George asked.

"Yeah," Sian told him.

"So what are we so stressed about?" Fred asked.

"If the brooms are made differently, they fly differently," Harry added.

"Yeah, and we don't know how they make Firebolts," Sian said, "Mine's hand-crafted, and they say that's how they make their brooms, but I could have a different length of a handle or more willow in the tail. Willow does a lot for speed in these brooms, because the twigs are very fluid."

"So what do we do until the next game, we don't know how that broom works." Some one added.

Harry and Hermione talked to each other in controlled whispers and Harry pulled back disgusted, but Hermione continued talking. Finally she was done and Harry addressed the team. "Alright guys, I'm sure you've got other stuff to do. Me and Sian will think on this and let you know when we think of something halfway decent."

Everyone dispersed except for Sian. "What?" She asked.

"I've had an idea.."

"And I don't think I like it," she interrupted.

"Just hear me out," he pleaded.

"Hearing," Sian said and put a hand to her ear.

"Alright, we all know Draco likes you-"

That was as far as he got before she stormed out on him. She knew something was odd about this plan, Harry wouldn't be the person to think of a plan like this, only a girl would do this and there was only one girl Sian could think of that hated her enough to plot this scheme. Harry ran out of the porthole after her.

"Harry, I know damn well you didn't think of this plan all by yourself, and I'm not going to let Hermione in on the satisfaction that I'm doing it for the sake of the team, you know as well as I this is the proper way to get back at me for what ever I've done to her, though I am a little lost as to what that might be. But I am not going to let that little bitch get away with this."

"Calm down Sian. And just listen to me for God's sake. I know what you're thinking and that's what I thought at first, that she was just jealous and that it would be a way to humble you or what ever, but just hear me out. Just lead the kid on until our next game, that way you can break his heart, and throw it in the dirt, or whatever, and he'll play like shit. Can you handle that?"

"I'm going to think about it, but I've got to ask you a question, what if some of the folks on our team got jealous, can I then have the permission to beat the living shit out of your 80's wannabe?"

"I'll have to think about that as well," Harry said with a grin, "but I'm sure the guys would understand."

"I want that in writing."

"Seriously?"

"Dead Serious."

They went back inside and Harry gave to Sian a sheet of paper that read:

I, Harry Potter tell Sian MacDonal that her dating Draco will not upset and provoke the players on the team for any reason, because they should understand what we are trying to do. And if they do not, Sian is allowed to beat one Hermione Granger to a bloody pulp. Signed, Harry Potter

The last bit Sian added, but Harry only signed it he did not read it.

"Do I have to find this ruddy miser right now?" Sian asked with hope that she might not.

"Only if you want to," Harry replied.

Sian had no intention to do so, but Harry started to leave so she grabbed a handful of cloak and held him close. "If you breathe a word of this deal to anyone, on the team or not friend or foe, Hermione or Ron, I will beat you to a bloody pulp, you got it?"

Harry nodded and she let him go and went to sit in her room, taking back her broom and book.

Hazel knew something was up so she went to find her friend. "What's up?" Hazel asked Sian.

"I just made a deal with the devil," Sian replied somberly.

"Seriously?"

"Yep."

"Tell me about it."

"I'm not sure if I want to I haven't got the full shock of it yet."

"Well I thought of a nice plan too, do you want to hear it?"

"Sure."

"Well, your dad is the president of the ABC, and he has been giving you broom stuff for the past couple years, and you are over due on your birthday, so I was thinking, maybe you could get a Firebolt from your dad because he makes them and when it arrives, test it out, and then we'd know whose broom was better."

"That's a great idea!" Sian wrote her dad a letter and, taking the Columba with her ran to the Owlery, Hazel not far behind.

After setting Rory off Hazel asked Sian, "What are you going to do with that?"

Sian knew she meant the broom, "Well my dad is not very good at responding to letters, so I'm going to run into a wall with this broom because it's the fastest and the pain will be less."

"Why?" Hazel asked.

"I want to put off what I have been conned into doing for as long as possible."

"What exactly is it…" Sian told her in the safety of the Quidditch pitch and Hazel whistled, "Boy that is low."

"You're telling me," Sian snorted with disgust. "I'm sure I might not care as much, if there were other circumstances, because I hate Draco almost as much as I hate Hermione. I just don't like the idea of it because it was suggested by my nemesis, and that I may be falling for a guy."

"No," Hazel gasped in awe.

"Oh, shut it, but the thing is that I'm pretty sure that he likes me back, and I don't think he would like it if I were to do this."

Eventually Hazel talked Sian out of giving herself another concussion and they fell asleep in the stands of the pitch.

Sian woke up the next morning to voices getting progressively louder. What was worse was that they were male voices. She rolled over and remembered that she was still in the stands. Trying not to move at all, Sian tried to see who was on the ground. To her dismay she saw it was the Slytherin Quidditch team. Watching the team she crawled into a decent position, just as they took to the air. As she watched them play she admitted to herself they weren't all that good, sure they checked people and threw them off their brooms, but other than that, they had very little skill. The practice was over and Sian caught a glimpse of the Snitch just as it dove into the stands in front of her, and did her best to duck. All of the Slytherins had gone into the showers except for Draco who was still after the Snitch.

"Hey what've we here?" He asked spotting Sian.

She crouched down lower, and then decided better of it. "Hey Malfoy," she said trying to withhold the vinegar as she got up, and attempting to cover her still sleeping friend.

"What are you up to?" He asked rather curiously.

"I fell asleep here last night, me and that bitch, Hermione got in a fight, but none of the guys would let me hit her, they were afraid I might kill her so I got kicked out."

"You know what," Draco said catching the Snitch with a sleight of hand and dismounting, coming closer to Sian, "I wonder how the hell you managed to get into Gryffindor in the first place, you've got a few more Slytherin tendencies."

"Yeah," Sian agreed, "Hey, what are you doing later?"

Draco seemed rather taken back. "Me?" He asked.

"Yeah."

"Don't know, what would you like to do?"

"We could go hang out in the Forbidden Forest I haven't been there yet, and I was told it's fun."

"Sure, when do you want to go?"

"During lunch, we could have a picnic."

Draco left and Sian couldn't believe she had just made a date with a guy she absolutely hated.

"It went well?" Hazel asked. Sian kicked her friend lightly as she got up and the two of them ran to breakfast.

Concerned friends like BJ and the twins asked them where they had been and Sian responded that they had been spying, and the Firebolt II was incredible.

After breakfast Sian went to sleep and slept until lunch. She was going to need her rest if she was supposed to put up with Draco for awhile.

They met just beyond the Forbidden Forest on a side of the school were there were no windows. Draco had the food and the two of them slipped unseen into the Forest.