Chapter four-
Hermione quietly took her seat at the back of the classroom next to Draco. Marcus had made it perfectly clear to him that he was to look out for Hermione because some of the Slytherins and Gryfindores hadn't adapted very well to the sudden change. Meanwhile Marcus was looking longingly out the window of the history of magic classroom to they quidditch pitch. Prof. Benns class couldn't get any more boring. He pried his gaze away from the window to glare over at Oliver Wood the captain of Grifindore team.
*we will beat Grifindore this year.* he swore to himself.
"Marcus didn't you here Prof. Benns say we could leave?" asked Samara., she hit him in the shoulder to get his attention.
"so have you decided to re-join the quidditch team?" he asked as they walked down he hall together. She looked over at him and shrugged her shoulders.
"you really want me back on the quidditch team huh?"
"well yeah. You were one of the best chasers to be on the Slytherin team. Besides me of course."
"your such an egomaniac." She mumbled and punched him in the shoulder lightly.
"yeah but you love me anyway right?" she just smiled and shook her head at him.
"oy flint. Good luck at the game huh." Came Oliver's voice.
"shove off Wood."
"c'mon Oliver. You know your the one who needs the luck." Samara yelled back at him.
"yeah we'll see about that Malfoy."
"so I take that as a sign. Your my chaser again?"
"I'm going to beat the Gryfindore's if it's the last thing I do." She said confidently.
"that's my girl." He said with a smirk. She grinned and wrapped her arms around him and jumped on his back. He carried her the rest of the way to the Great Hall.
Hermione quietly took her seat at the back of the classroom next to Draco. Marcus had made it perfectly clear to him that he was to look out for Hermione because some of the Slytherins and Gryfindores hadn't adapted very well to the sudden change. Meanwhile Marcus was looking longingly out the window of the history of magic classroom to they quidditch pitch. Prof. Benns class couldn't get any more boring. He pried his gaze away from the window to glare over at Oliver Wood the captain of Grifindore team.
*we will beat Grifindore this year.* he swore to himself.
"Marcus didn't you here Prof. Benns say we could leave?" asked Samara., she hit him in the shoulder to get his attention.
"so have you decided to re-join the quidditch team?" he asked as they walked down he hall together. She looked over at him and shrugged her shoulders.
"you really want me back on the quidditch team huh?"
"well yeah. You were one of the best chasers to be on the Slytherin team. Besides me of course."
"your such an egomaniac." She mumbled and punched him in the shoulder lightly.
"yeah but you love me anyway right?" she just smiled and shook her head at him.
"oy flint. Good luck at the game huh." Came Oliver's voice.
"shove off Wood."
"c'mon Oliver. You know your the one who needs the luck." Samara yelled back at him.
"yeah we'll see about that Malfoy."
"so I take that as a sign. Your my chaser again?"
"I'm going to beat the Gryfindore's if it's the last thing I do." She said confidently.
"that's my girl." He said with a smirk. She grinned and wrapped her arms around him and jumped on his back. He carried her the rest of the way to the Great Hall.