Innocent Eyes

Chapter 8

A/N: I have come down with the worst type of cold ever, don't know what I'll write for this chapter, I don't have any sort of clue where this story is heading but oh well! If it needs re-doing I will do that sooner or later!

Bibi all

Charlie

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It was Saturday morning, Harry had gotten up early in preparation for his quidditch match, Gryffindor versus Slytherin. He knew Malfoy would be playing and he had the urge to knock him off his broomstick during the match. Morgan was desperate to find out what quidditch was, Ron explained the game whereas Hermione gave her a lecture about the history of quidditch.

"And so that's how the game first originated, " Hermione finished proudly and opened the book in front of her, "now where was I?" Morgan rolled her eyes and Ron snickered, Hermione shot them a glare each and went back to her book before they went down and got ready to watch the match.

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It was really windy as the three of them headed off for the stands around the Quidditch pitch. The sky was a little grey but there was no real threat of a shower of rain.

" So what teams are playing today?" Morgan asked as she sat in between Ron and Hermione. Both were eager to answer her question.

"Gryffindor and Slytherin," they said in time, Morgan nodded and looked towards the pitch. Out came the teams, shooting off on their broomsticks to their various positions. She caught a glimpse of Harry stealing for the right corner and to her surprise she saw Malfoy who headed for the left side.
"I didn't know Malfoy played for the Slytherin team," Morgan commented.

"Yeah, his father bribed the team with money, he bought them all top- knotch broomsticks so that his son would be placed on the team. You see he's really jealous of Harry, Harry made it onto the team in his first year here and you can imagine how Malfoy felt at that," Hermione frowned a little as she spotted Malfoy, Morgan was shocked at the pure venom in Hermione's voice when she spoke about Malfoy. 'He isn't that bad, after all his kiss was very..Morgan stop it, control yourself woman!' She still felt guilty, she had let Malfoy have his way, she was meant to tease not lead him on and let him kiss her like that. Morgan shook her head and tried to focus on the quidditch match which had just started.

"*****

Harry had flown over to Malfoy's area on the pitch. Malfoy didn't like it and flew right up to Harry to tell him to go away.

"Potter!" he yelled, "what are you doing? This is my area, go find your own. I know your quite blind but that's what the glasses are for now move out of the way."

"No Malfoy," Harry stated firmly and stayed where he was. Malfoy scowled and went to hit him but missed. Harry had just managed to miss the hand that almost collided with his face. Malfoy steadied himself on his broomstick and scowled again.

"Potter, I told you to move, now do it before I hex you!" Malfoy threatened and pulled his wand out of his sleeve. Harry just looked at him and laughed.

"Your not the only one with a wand Malfoy," Harry smiled pulling out his own wand, "what the hell are you playing at? Kissing Morgan, I thought maybe you would be better than that but then I forget, it is Draco Malfoy I'm talking about." Malfoy scowled again and directed his broom straight towards Harry.

"Jealous Potter?" Malfoy smirked as he moved closer to Harry, "that she kissed me and not hero of the wizarding world, the famous Potter."

Harry thought, he was jealous of Malfoy, Morgan had never said why she kissed Malfoy, that night she sort of suddenly let go of Harry and ran to the girls dormitories. He was confused by it all, she hadn't even been at Hogwarts a week and already him and Malfoy were competing for her. Then he snapped out of it and realized he was meant to be impressing her during the Quidditch match. He zoomed off leaving a grinning Malfoy and went to the central part of the field. He had spotted Morgan in between Hermione and Ron, they all seemed to be looking at him, 'perfect' he thought. He started to do loops and twirls on his broomstick, they watched and pointed as he entertained them with his fancy tricks. Malfoy was still scanning the pitch for a glint of gold. Harry decided to do another couple of loops before heading off and finding the snitch. He was looking at Morgan, smiling, when Hermione and Ron suddenly took his attention. They looked as though they were waving madly, shouting something at him, 'they like it probably' he thought happily. He was about to do another loop when he heard a familiar voice.

"HARRY! What are you doing, Malfoy's onto the snitch, get going after it!" Fred shouted. Harry panicked, Malfoy was the other side of the pitch pratically flying next to the snitch but struggling to reach for it. Harry raced as fast as he could, gaining on Malfoy. 'If only I had kept my concentration', he thought and he gritted his teeth as he was just behind Malfoy when Malfoy suddenly halted.

"YES! YES, I'VE CAUGHT IT, I'VE CAUGHT THE SNITCH!" he shouted happily as his team mates swarmed around him, patting him on the back and shouting insults at the Gryffindors. Harry gulped, he had never let his team down so badly before, 'they'll hate me, how could Malfoy catch the snitch? He's nowhere as good as me and he's gone and caught the snitch before I have'. He looked towards the stands to see the three people watching him. Ron looked like he had eaten ten of Hagrid's rock cakes, Hermione was staring at him and Morgan wasn't looking at him, she was looking at Malfoy.

"Thanks Potter," Malfoy smirked as he whizzed past Harry on his broomstick and headed towards the ground to land.

"POTTER!" Angelina shouted at him, followed by the rest of the Gryffindor team who all had glum looks on their faces. "Care to explain what the hell you were doing in that match!" She looked at him sternly, her face reddening with anger as she waited for his answer.

"Well, I was looking for the snitch.." Harry started.

"It didn't look like that to me, more like a one man circus from where I was flying. Now don't tell me you were looking for the snitch when you clearly weren't. I can't believe this, that spoilt brat caught the snitch, he can't even play bloody quidditch! This is all your fault," she pointed at Harry and headed off in a mood.

'She's right, it's your fault', Harry thought dully, he landed on the ground and walked slowly to the changing rooms. He didn't want to hang around there, that was for sure, they would all be mad with him and he didn't want reminding that Malfoy had caught the snitch. It was hard to get away from the fact though, Malfoy had caught the snitch and Harry hadn't, he was too busy trying to impress Morgan. She looked more impressed with Malfoy as he had been the one to catch the snitch, yes she had liked Harry's tricks but now Morgan probably thought the better quidditch player was Malfoy which wasn't true. Harry felt even sadder by the thought.

"Harry," Ron's voice sounded, 'oh great, he's probably come to have a go', Harry thought and kept on walking not waiting for Ron. Ron ran up from behind him and walked beside Harry.

"It's okay Harry," Ron began, "I never knew you could do all those things on a broomstick though! You've never done that stuff in a match before, why the sudden change?" Ron asked.

"Oh I don't know, I felt like a change I suppose," Harry answered his friend. He quickly collected his belongings from the changing room and walked back to the castle with Ron.

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All the Slytherins were congratulating Harry for basically letting Malfoy catch the snitch. Malfoy had made it is his daily greeting for Harry, he didn't want Harry to forget how he had helped Slytherin on their way to win the Quidditch Cup.

Malfoy had finally compiled and written his letter to send home to his father, it wasn't particularly long and it only mentioned a few things, the only things he could think to write of. Malfoy knew if he wrote the letter and sent it to his father, his father would be pleased and probably send him a bigger bag of sweets. He read it through once more before taking a trip up to the owlery.

Dear Father and Mother

I am writing to you to inform you of how things are going on here and what has been happening up at school lately.

Hogwarts has received a new student, she came last Monday - her name is Morgan Manstle, she was put in Gryffindor even though I thought she should have been in Slytherin. Oh and yes she's in my year. She's quite pretty, I don't know why I am telling you this but I will anyway. She has long blonde hair, grey - blue eyes and a pale complexion, almost like I'm describing myself isn't it!

Anyway enough of her, I have some rather pleasing news, in our quidditch match we just played, I caught the snitch for Slytherin, against Gryffindor and their star player Potter! Yes he was rather shocked and horrified, but as I said father, with a little practice I could be just as good or even better than Potter.

Oh McGonagall is collecting the list for students who are staying for during the Christmas period. Let me know if I should stay or come home.

Your son

Draco.

Yes, it would do, nothing great but it would be good enough for his father and mother. He sealed the letter and went to the Owlery, hoping to get a reply the next day.

"*****

The brown tawny owl fluttered through the window and landed neatly in front of Lucius Malfoy. Lucius looked at the owl and finally untied the letter that it had carried, the owl soon after flew off through the mansion which was laden with expensive things. He read the letter, scanning for any significance that might have been in the letter but there was nothing really about Harry Potter. Until he read his son's letter properly only then did he realize that quite a lot had been going on at Hogwarts, a new student, that would have to be complicated.

'Draco finds her pretty', he thought with amusement and folded the letter, 'perhaps we should invite her over one time and get more acquainted, Mark Manstle's daughter, that's interesting, at least she's pureblood I suppose'.

The next morning at breakfast the post came as usual, via owls and a beautiful brown tawny owl dropped a letter and parcel into Malfoy's lap. He looked at it, the handwriting belonged to his father's and then he quickly opened it. The parcel being a large box of sweets and he read the letter quickly.

Dear Son,

We received your letter, we would like to congratulate you on your win against Gryffindor, very pleasing indeed.

The new student Morgan Manstle, we know of the Manstle's and perhaps we will get in contact with them, the last time we did was many many years ago. Maybe we should invite her over some time, you obviously like the girl.

Come home for Christmas if you wish, Narcissa would like for you to bring a friend as I won't be there for Christmas. If you brought Potter you could have some fun, but never mind about that.

Don't get into trouble, don't attract attention and don't ask questions about the dark side, so glad that you remembered when writing your last letter, it pleases us that you are learning well.

Continue your good work and write back soon.

Father and Mother

Malfoy frowned at the letter and screwed it up into his pocket, he looked at the time and then finished his breakfast.

"*****

Harry didn't want to eat, he felt he didn't deserve it for being so stupid during the Quidditch match. Hermione watched him with a look of worry on her face, Morgan was pissed off with him, she thought he was being downright stupid by starving himself.

"Harry, eat something," Hermione cried, "you are already deadly thin, if you don't eat then you will feel much more worse than you already are." Harry frowned at her.

"Don't be stupid Harry," Morgan added, he frowned at her, she was the reason he had been acting stupidly on the quidditch pitch, she was the reason he couldn't concentrate. Morgan watched him, she was glaring now, "I've had enough of this," she pushed her seat back and stalked off leaving the table.

"*****

"Hello Morgan," Malfoy whispered from behind her, she turned and frowned at him. He had followed her from the Great Hall.

"Stalking me Malfoy?" she said sarcastically, " obviously you can't keep away from me." She curled her lip and turned away again.

"I was wondering, what are you doing this Christmas?" he asked her. She looked at him oddly. He tried to re-phrase the sentence, "Are you staying here or going home for Christmas?"

"I don't have a clue, I would probably rather stay here, mum always manages to burn the dinner and dad well he's just boring. Besides my friends are here and they are staying I think anyway, well Harry's told me about his fabulous aunt and uncle and it doesn't sound like he'll be going home. Ron usually does whatever Harry does and Hermione says that her parents have booked a romantic holiday for just the two of them so I'm sure she's staying, and you.Draco?" she asked. She had called him by his first name and she actually liked it, it rolled off her tongue nicely, it wasn't foreign to her, it was like she had always called him by his first name. Draco smiled in acknowledgement of her words. 'His smile is really nice, I wish he'd do it more often than that awful smirk', she thought.

"I'll probably be staying here, if I go home it will just bring back, bring back.." Draco had lost his words, he looked at the floor and Morgan came up closer to him.

"You can tell me Draco, I'm your friend," she said in a comforting fashion.

"It will just bring back the bad memories," he said rapidly and looked at Morgan, he tried to smile a little. Morgan knew what sort of bad memories could be lurking at Draco's home and knew that he would rather not talk about it. Instead she smiled at him warmly, making him feel a little more comfortable.

"Morgan," a voice said, it was Dumbledore," I have received wonderful news, your mother and father will be coming here for Christmas!" Morgan grinned. Dumbledore headed off again back to his office as usual.

"You okay, Malfoy, I mean Draco?" she asked him. Morgan felt better that her parents were going to visit, 'hopefully mum doesn't offer to cook the dinner!'

"Yeah, I've got to go now and do some things, see you later Morgan," he said and went off towards the Slytherin section of the castle. Morgan went off in the other direction, thinking about her parents. Then she remembered, 'Oh my God! My mum and Snape were an item and dad is going to meet Snape!' She grinned evilly thinking about the two men shaking hands and looking at each other with glaring faces, then thought about her mother trying to break them up in the middle of a fight.

"This could be interesting!" Morgan muttered to herself, mentally laughing as she strolled towards Gryffindor tower.

A/N: Okay Morgan has a soft side, I don't know whether it should stay or if I should make it into a sort of seduction plan! Okay maybe not! Thanks for reviews I will name you all, the people I have recently got reviews from in the next chapter I suppose. Don't worry, Draco and Morgan will find out the truth but I'm thinking of playing it along for a while, I need them to get much closer you see! Well must go now, bi!