Chapter ten.

The conflict.

A/N: Hey two chapters in one day!! What a luck day for you folks. Ok so you know I have been sick the past two weeks and the doctors don't really know what I have. I had to go to the ER on Saturday and I missed Prom! Can you believe it? I was so mad. Turns out that they don't have to ask you if you are sexually active. If you are a certain age they will give you a pregnancy test no matter what. If you're a girl of course. Oh and Codeine is my friend!!

Peace. Jamie

This chapter is dedicated to my best friend Michelle.

It had been a whole month and Harriet had started to feel as if she was truly at home. Not on Privet Drive, but as if this was the first and only true home she had ever received. She loved the feeling. Much to her surprise she and her dorm mates were becoming good friends. Pansy lightened up a bit and turns out she really wasn't as bad as Harriet had first thought. She had to get used to having everyone call her Harriet not Harry. Only Draco seemed to shorten her name. It pissed her off at times, on other times she just, shrugged it off and kept him guessing.

The other girls had surprised her with a huge box. When she opened it she saw a bag the size of her head filled with make up all her own, and the rest was filled with hair things. There were clips, brushes, combs, new shampoo and conditioner. There were also scrunties, and rubber bands. There was mousse and there was so much other stuff she didn't know about. The other just promised to show her everything.

During the school day she had forgotten her book for Transfiguration. She had just entered the common room to retrieve it when she had her eye caught by the bulletin board. There was a piece of parchment that hadn't been there tree hours ago. She read it, was shocked, so she reread it. They were going to start flying lessons next week. She ran up to her dorm room grabbed her book and ran all the way back to class. There she stopped to take a breath her hands on her knees. "Harriet you are positively sweating. How on earth did you do that?" Blaise said softly.

"Ran all the way here." She gasped.

"Why" Millicent asked.

"Forgot my book." She finished finally catching her breath. The girls gasped at her. She had told them she had to go to the bath room and wanted to be alone. "But that's not the good part." She smiled. "There was a message and I saw that we start flying lessons next week." The other girls didn't look to thrilled. "What?"

"That's mostly only a boy thing… Most girls go for the educational part of school." Pansy said looking at her freshly painted nails.

However it hadn't been only the girls hearing her. "So Potter!" Draco switched back to her last name only when he was being a jerk. "Going to cheer from the sidelines for me?"

"Excuse me?" She questioned, not quite sure how to take that.

"I'm trying out for the Quidditch team." She had a blank look on her face. "It's our sport."

"Oh… only if you cheer for me." She smiled.

"Sense when have cheerleaders hand cheerleaders?" He asked. The other girls giggled. However Harriet saw red, and it wasn't because Ron Weasley walked by either. "Don't worry though. I don't want to see you hurt. It's a rough game."

"I can do just anything you can." She lifted her chin, "You'll see. If I don't make it an you do, I'll be your cheerleader." She said with a triumphant look in her eyes.

"And if you make it and I don't?" He asked.

"You be my Cheerleader."

They shook hands. This was one bet that Draco Malfoy knew he just had to win. He'd tell his father.

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It was the day of their first flying lesson when Draco walked over to the Gryffindor table and grabbed something. Harriet couldn't see because of Draco's back facing her. However he only returned it when a teacher showed up. She knew trouble was coming today, and his name was Draco.

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Neville Longbottom was very quickly hurt during flying lesson. He had kicked off too had before the silver whistle had even touched Professor Houtch's lips. He had sailed up at a quick rate. Then his broom took off. He crashed into several things, including the castle, a tree, almost the students, a statue and even a flock of birds. Luckily the birds weren't hurt. However Neville wasn't as lucky. Professor Houtch took him to the infirmary as he landed.

Draco picked something up and started to make fun of the poor forgetful boy. When he called him a stupid Gryffindork however, Harriet had had it. She hit the back of his head with her broom, making his hair stand up. He turned around murder in his eyes. "What was that?"

"My broom, now give it here." She held out her hand and expected the object instantly but did not receive it.

"No. I'll leave it for Longbottom to find. In pieces all over the ground." He climbed up on his broom and took off. Before anyone could say anything Harriet was climbing onto her broom heading after him.

"Give it here!" His eyes looked wild. "There isn't any one up here to save you now Malfoy give it to me." She shouted. He laughed and threw it up gently and caught it. Harriet had to notice that Draco hadn't been lying all that much, he could fly.

"I don't feel like it. Tell you what Potter you go back down to the ground, and I won't have you punished for being nice to Gryffindors." He sneered at her and she shook her head. He saw red. He couldn't believe her. She was defying him any chance she got. "Fine then. Catch!" He threw it hard away from him.

She went on instinct and flattened herself against the broom. She followed the curve till it started to fall. She raced after it. The ground was coming closer and closer. She was going to crash if she didn't catch it soon. She reached out her hand and wrapped her fingers around the glass ball. Then she pulled out of the dive. The sharp curve making her almost hit the ground any way. Suddenly it stopped sending her the ground in a clump. She didn't move. It hurt too much. When she opened her eyes the Gryffindors were all around her, but right next to her was Pansy, who looked terrified.

"Our of my way." Her heart sank. Professor Snape had seen her… she was as good as dead. As soon as he saw her he glared. Then he bent down grabbed her by the upper arm and walked off towards the dungeons. He ignored Professor McGonagall as she ran up to them. Then when they reached his office she was thrown into a chair, and told "Do not move." Then he disappeared. She wouldn't let herself cry. One month, she had only been in this school one month. The Dursleys wouldn't take her back now. She was a failure at being a witch, which they had told her anyway. Snape returned but wasn't alone. Seven people followed him. The weirdest thing was that he had a smile on his face, one that she had sworn she would never see again.