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"Hey, Harry?"
"What's up, Erin?"
Erin moved across the common room and sat in the chair opposite Harry. "You're the captain of the Quidditch team, right?" He nodded. "Do you have a need for a chaser?"
"You play Quidditch?" Harry asked, setting down his parchment.
"Yep. I have a Thunderbolt." She replied. A Thunderbolt was the newest broom from the people that made the Firebolt. It was said to be the fastest racing broom ever, and the most expensive.
"Are you serious? I have one on order. Is it as good as they say it is?"
"Better. It's amazing. It goes so fast, I would've fallen off had it not been for the primo-seat. Now, back to my question, please."
"Oh, right. Actually, we are looking for a chaser. How 'bout you come to the pitch Thursday evening, 7 o'clock. That's when our first practice is scheduled."
"I can't wait." Erin smiled and skipped upstairs to the Girl's dorm.
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"Hey, you're early," Harry called to Erin as he walked onto the field. She had been running her hands over the black shaft of her Thunderbolt, and was examining the straw.
"I was restless. Where is everyone else?"
"Well, Ron should be here soon. He had to finish eating." Harry answered. He mounted his broom and pushed off to the sky. Soon after, Erin joined him.
In mid-air, she said, "So, you're a seeker, huh? My eyes aren't good enough to be one."
"I think you could make up for it with your broom. Wanna race?" Harry got a mischievous grin on his face. Erin raised her eyebrows before looking over his broom. It was a Firebolt 200. It was a great broom, but it was kindling against hers.
"You're on." She waved her hand out in front. "Go ahead. You'll need a head start." Harry scoffed, but took the opportunity. She counted to 5, then zoomed after him, hair blowing in the wind.
As Harry rounded the first corner, he heard Erin call from behind him. "I'm getting close, Harry! Better speed it up!" This light taunting did make him speed up. But alas, Erin soon pulled ahead of him. After 2 laps around the pitch, Harry lowered himself to the ground to meet Ron. He was breathing was labored and his muscles were tense from pushing his broom as hard as he could.
Erin lowered herself down and collapsed on the ground. "Wow, Harry. I've never met anyone that good. You're amazing." She smiled up at him as he greeted Ron.
"What exactly were you two doing before I came? Because you're hot, sweaty and tired. This isn't looking good Harry. Ginny will be heartbroken!" Ron said.
"Oh yeah, Ron. We were totally doing it on our 2 inch wide pieces of wood 60 feet in the air," Erin replied, sarcastically. [Hey, that wouldn't be too bad,] thought Harry. [WAIT! Bad, no. She likes Malfoy. Ferretboy.]
"Cool it, Ron. We were racing. Erin's got a Thunderbolt."
"Are you serious? Wow....I've heard that it can go up to a hundred kilometers an hour." Ron reached out to touch the ebony shaft.
"Yeah, I heard that too. I think my father would kill me, though, if he knew I took it up to those speeds." Erin proudly showed off her broom to the rest of the team, who were making their way down to the center of the field.
"Shall we?" Harry asked, and practice began.
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Wouldn't you know it; the first match of the year was against Slytherin.
"Hey Draco. How ya feeling?" Erin sat next to him and took a sip of his Mocha. "Mmm....loads of sugar, as always."
"Do you get off on drinking my coffee or something?" Draco asked, an agitated tone to his voice. He snatched it back from her and drained the warm brown liquid in the mug.
"What's wrong with you?" Erin asked, offended.
"I'm sorry. I'm just a little anxious for the match to start. I'm kind of torn, you know?"
"Actually, no. Enlighten me."
"Well, I want to win. But it's your first game at Hogwarts. I want you to win, too." He looked into her blue eyes with his blue-gray ones.
"Aw, that's so sweet, Draco. But it's quite alright. I've won plenty of games back home. It's alright if we don't win this one. Harry told me Slytherin is our biggest competitor. I'm sure whoever wins will deserve it." Erin rubbed his back. Draco tipped her chin up and kissed her softly.
"Good luck." Draco said, as Erin got up. She clicked her teeth and did a little gun shooty-thing at him before walking over to the Gryffindor table. (A/N: Do you know what I'm talking about?)
Before he knew it, Draco was dressed in his green and silver robes and riding out onto the field. He had a Thunderbolt, and was pleased to see the only other person to have one was Erin. He looked right at her and wiggled his eyebrows. She winked at him.
"I want a good clean game." Madam Hooch said. She kicked open the Quidditch trunk and the bludgers flew out. Soon after the snitch's golden wings fluttered. Hooch threw up the quaffle and the game began.
It was a tight match. About 20 minutes in, the score was 80 - 80. Suddenly, Draco saw the snitch floating by one of the goal posts. Harry saw him and quickly chased after. They were both pretty close, but the Thunderbolt was too fast for Harry's Firebolt. But right before Draco caught the little golden ball, something caught his attention.
"Erin! Watch out!" Draco stopped and called out. Harry didn't see this, however. He caught the snitch and "GRYFFINDOR WINS!" was being blasted through the stadium. Erin had been moving forward, towards the Slytherin goal post. One of the opposing teams' beaters had just hit a bludger toward her, with a great amount of force. It was coming at her sideways.
Before she noticed, the bludger hit her smack-dab on the back of the shoulder. A sickening crunch would have been heard, had the stadium been quiet. Even so, the noise died down when the crowd saw Erin rolling through the air, tumbling towards the ground. She hit the grass and turned over a few times before coming to a stop on the ground. The quaffle dropped to the ground with a light thud. A hush swallowed the stadium, and teachers began running toward her.
Draco and Harry got there first. "Draco?" Erin asked sleepily when Draco looked at her from above.
"Erin! Erin, are you ok?" He tenderly lifted her head while Harry folded his robes and used them as a pillow for her.
"Me? I'm fine." She tried to get up; but this required putting weight on her shoulder. When she did so, she cried out in pain and fell back again. "Ok, so maybe I'm not."
At this point, the rest of the teams had run up to the fallen girl. Pushing his luck, the Slytherin keeper, a boy named Jeremy, walked up to her. He was upset that the girl had scored so many points on him.
"Does this hurt?" He poked her shoulder, hard. She screamed again and passed out. Before the Gryffindor team could beat him into a bloody pulp, Harry pulled out his wand, right next to Draco.
"Don't touch her." They said in unison.
"Erin, stay with me." Harry gently patted her face while Draco stroked and kissed the back of her hand.
"Everyone, back!" Professor Snape said, rushing up to the blonde girl. He quickly conjured a stretcher and led her up to the hospital wing, Harry and Draco not far behind. But they were slowed down when Snape floated up the steps and they were left to climb them.
They walked in silence up to the hospital wing, except when Draco said, more to himself than to Harry, "I hope she's alright."
Harry replied, "I think she will be. Madam Pomfrey can mend bones in a second. I just hope she doesn't have a concussion."
"Was I talking to you, Potter? I think not."
"God Malfoy. Do you have to be so hostile?"
"Yes." Draco answered, sneering again. He flung open the door of the hospital and rushed up to the bed Erin was lying on. "Is she alright?" He asked. He stared down at Erin. She was still unconscious. Madam Pomfrey was removing the robes on Erin's shoulder.
"She'll be fine. But she hit her head pretty hard." Pomfrey pointed her wand at the blonde's shoulder. She said a quiet incantation, then grabbed a bottle that was sitting on the table beside the bed. She began massaging it onto Erin's shoulder.
"What is that?" Harry asked. He had been in the hospital wing many times before, with many different injuries, but he had never seen Madam Pomfrey do this previous to now.
"It's a numbing agent, so she doesn't hurt so much during the night. Erin's bones are hard to heal."
"Hard to heal? What do you mean, hard to heal?" Draco asked, looking down on Madam Pomfrey, who was a good 10 inches shorter than he. She was now putting the wounded arm and shoulder into a sling.
"I mean, hard to heal. Check with her doctor if you want to know anything more about it. Now, she has to stay overnight, to make sure her concussion isn't too bad. Only one of you can stay."
"I'll stay." The two guys said together. They glared, and heated expressions overcame their faces. Madam Pomfrey rolled her eyes and walked away. "I'll leave this to you two. Resolve it quickly, please. She needs to rest."
"I'll stay, Malfoy."
"I think not, Potter."
"She's my chaser!" Harry shouted.
"She's my girlfriend!" Draco shouted right back. Harry's face dropped. He had been thinking this was the case, but had hoped he was wrong.
"What is all the commotion about?" Snape asked. He had heard the shouts from outside the wing.
"Nothing, Professor. I was just leaving," Harry said, before sweeping out of the room.
Snape raised a questioning eyebrow at the platinum-blonde man standing by the bed. "Take care of her, Draco." Snape gave a loving look toward Erin, who was breathing slowly on the bed.
"Of course, sir." Draco wondered what the look was about. He brushed it off, however, and sat by the bed.
After watching Erin sleep for a while, Draco had an idea. Dobby, the house elf, was still working at Hogwarts. Draco had never been overtly mean to Dobby, only when his father was around. He took off one of his socks and hastily wrote a note on a scrap of parchment in his pocket.
"Erin- Be back soon. Yours, Draco." He quickly ran off toward the kitchens.
After tickling the pear, he stepped inside to be greeted by a hundred house elves ready to get him food.
"Dobby? Where are you?" Draco called out, looking over the elves' heads. The elf stood proudly by the fireplace.
"You called for Dobby, Master Draco?" Dobby wrung his hands, remembering the punishments he would receive from Draco's father.
"Yes, actually. Do you think you could get some things for me? You can have my sock..." Draco held it up. Dobby, however, paid no attention.
"Of course, sir. Master Draco was always kind to Dobby, sir. Even when Master Malfoy wasn't."
"Thank you Dobby. Now, here's what I'll need-"
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When Erin woke up the next morning, she saw a mass of chocolates and candy on her bedside table. "What the --" She was cut off when she saw Draco's smiling face.
"Do you like chocolate?"
"Oh, Draco. That's so sweet. But, I'm allergic to chocolate!" Draco's face dropped.
"You are?"
Erin smiled again, showing all her teeth. "Nope. It's my favorite food. Thank you." She grabbed his neck and kissed him.
"You've got to stop doing that."
"What, kissing you?" Erin asked, her eyebrow high in the air.
"No, keep doing that. You've got to stop tricking me." They laughed and Erin pulled open a package of Chocolate Frogs.
"You know, I was terrified of these things for the longest time. My older sister told me that when you ate these, they stayed in your stomach and hopped around. She said that they would lay eggs and you would explode when they got too big."
"Are you serious?"
"Completely. After I learned that was a lie, I thought they were the things that put 'a frog in your throat.' " Draco laughed and grabbed a frog as it jumped out from the package.
"I find it's best to squish them between your palms so that they won't jump away." He broke off the leg of the frog he was holding before eating it.
Erin followed his advice the next time. To her dismay, she found her hands covered in chocolate.
"Draco! I've got frog guts all over my fingers now! You lied to me!" She held up her hands in mock horror. They were, in fact, covered in the milk chocolate frog's 'guts'.
"Now you know how I feel." He started laughing. She lightly touched his face, smearing the brown substance on his cheek. "HEY!" She smirked, then grabbed both sides of his head and smeared all over his face. He glared, then grabbed a package of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. He started chucking them, one by one, at her.
"OW!" Erin exclaimed when she moved her shoulder up to protect her face.
"What? What's wrong?" Draco immediately put down the jelly beans.
"My shoulder is still sore. So, uh, what exactly happened at the game?" She asked, lightly rubbing her hurt arm.
"Oh, you all won. Potter caught the snitch right before me." Erin was trying to conceal her laughter- Draco looked hilarious with chocolate all over his face.
"Aw, I'm sorry Draco." She wiped away a little of the chocolate by his eyes.
"S'ok. I'm glad you got to experience a win at Hogwarts." He picked up a red jelly bean lying on the bedspread.
"Oh. If you put it that way," she said. And then she did the weirdest thing. She started shaking her butt, and jerking back and forth.
"What the hell was that?"
"My victory dance."
"Victory dance. Are you serious? Is that how you Americans dance?" He used his finger to wipe a bit of chocolate from his face and put it on the tip of her nose.
"Some people. That's actually my mom's version of the victory dance. But mine is a little hard to do laid up in a hospital bed with a hurt shoulder. It requires a lot of jumping around. I'll show you sometime." She swiped two fingers across his cheek, accumulating quite a bit of the sweet substance. She brought her fingers to her mouth and licked it off. "Mmm...The perfect mix of chocolate and essence of Draco."
Then a disgusted look crossed her face. "You did take a shower after the game, didn't you?"
Draco smirked again. "Yeah, I did. Madam Pomfrey would've kicked me out had I not."
She laughed, then leaned close to his face. She licked the chocolate off from around his lips then kissed him.
Right then, Harry walked in. At first he only saw Draco's head, with chocolate all over. Then, as he turned the corner, he saw Erin kissing him softly. His heart dropped. [Damn. Why him?]
"Erin?" Harry called, backing up a few steps. He didn't want them to know he'd been watching.
Erin pulled away, and Draco whimpered a little. "Hush, you. Harry? Is that you? Come in," She answered back. Harry stepped to her bedside. "Nice job with the snitch!" She raised her hand for a high-five. Harry met it, and smiled.
"Do you need something, Potter? Or are you just here to flirt?" Draco asked. Erin lightly swatted his arm.
Harry ignored this comment. He wasn't about to be intimidated by a guy with melted chocolate all over his face. "The team sent over some flowers. And some candy." He handed them to the blonde girl on the bed. "What's on your nose?"
"Oh, that's a bit of a chocolate frog. Thank you so much Harry. This means a lot."
"Well, you're amazing. You played a great game." She smiled at him. Draco, however, was annoyed by this comment. He glared as well as he could, which was so good that he could make a grown man cry. Harry was used to it, though, so he just brushed it off and continued looking into Erin's blue eyes.
"Thanks. I should be out of here by tomorrow morning."
"I know. Madam Pomfrey told us. Well, I'll see you then. Hope you feel better soon." Harry walked out of the hospital wing.
"Bye, Harry."
"Why do you like that guy?" Draco asked after Harry had gone.
"Draco, Draco, Draco. I have a motto. You should think about it sometime. You want to know what it is?" She asked. He shrugged, then nodded.
"Why make an enemy when you can just as easily make a friend?"
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"Hey, Harry?"
"What's up, Erin?"
Erin moved across the common room and sat in the chair opposite Harry. "You're the captain of the Quidditch team, right?" He nodded. "Do you have a need for a chaser?"
"You play Quidditch?" Harry asked, setting down his parchment.
"Yep. I have a Thunderbolt." She replied. A Thunderbolt was the newest broom from the people that made the Firebolt. It was said to be the fastest racing broom ever, and the most expensive.
"Are you serious? I have one on order. Is it as good as they say it is?"
"Better. It's amazing. It goes so fast, I would've fallen off had it not been for the primo-seat. Now, back to my question, please."
"Oh, right. Actually, we are looking for a chaser. How 'bout you come to the pitch Thursday evening, 7 o'clock. That's when our first practice is scheduled."
"I can't wait." Erin smiled and skipped upstairs to the Girl's dorm.
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"Hey, you're early," Harry called to Erin as he walked onto the field. She had been running her hands over the black shaft of her Thunderbolt, and was examining the straw.
"I was restless. Where is everyone else?"
"Well, Ron should be here soon. He had to finish eating." Harry answered. He mounted his broom and pushed off to the sky. Soon after, Erin joined him.
In mid-air, she said, "So, you're a seeker, huh? My eyes aren't good enough to be one."
"I think you could make up for it with your broom. Wanna race?" Harry got a mischievous grin on his face. Erin raised her eyebrows before looking over his broom. It was a Firebolt 200. It was a great broom, but it was kindling against hers.
"You're on." She waved her hand out in front. "Go ahead. You'll need a head start." Harry scoffed, but took the opportunity. She counted to 5, then zoomed after him, hair blowing in the wind.
As Harry rounded the first corner, he heard Erin call from behind him. "I'm getting close, Harry! Better speed it up!" This light taunting did make him speed up. But alas, Erin soon pulled ahead of him. After 2 laps around the pitch, Harry lowered himself to the ground to meet Ron. He was breathing was labored and his muscles were tense from pushing his broom as hard as he could.
Erin lowered herself down and collapsed on the ground. "Wow, Harry. I've never met anyone that good. You're amazing." She smiled up at him as he greeted Ron.
"What exactly were you two doing before I came? Because you're hot, sweaty and tired. This isn't looking good Harry. Ginny will be heartbroken!" Ron said.
"Oh yeah, Ron. We were totally doing it on our 2 inch wide pieces of wood 60 feet in the air," Erin replied, sarcastically. [Hey, that wouldn't be too bad,] thought Harry. [WAIT! Bad, no. She likes Malfoy. Ferretboy.]
"Cool it, Ron. We were racing. Erin's got a Thunderbolt."
"Are you serious? Wow....I've heard that it can go up to a hundred kilometers an hour." Ron reached out to touch the ebony shaft.
"Yeah, I heard that too. I think my father would kill me, though, if he knew I took it up to those speeds." Erin proudly showed off her broom to the rest of the team, who were making their way down to the center of the field.
"Shall we?" Harry asked, and practice began.
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Wouldn't you know it; the first match of the year was against Slytherin.
"Hey Draco. How ya feeling?" Erin sat next to him and took a sip of his Mocha. "Mmm....loads of sugar, as always."
"Do you get off on drinking my coffee or something?" Draco asked, an agitated tone to his voice. He snatched it back from her and drained the warm brown liquid in the mug.
"What's wrong with you?" Erin asked, offended.
"I'm sorry. I'm just a little anxious for the match to start. I'm kind of torn, you know?"
"Actually, no. Enlighten me."
"Well, I want to win. But it's your first game at Hogwarts. I want you to win, too." He looked into her blue eyes with his blue-gray ones.
"Aw, that's so sweet, Draco. But it's quite alright. I've won plenty of games back home. It's alright if we don't win this one. Harry told me Slytherin is our biggest competitor. I'm sure whoever wins will deserve it." Erin rubbed his back. Draco tipped her chin up and kissed her softly.
"Good luck." Draco said, as Erin got up. She clicked her teeth and did a little gun shooty-thing at him before walking over to the Gryffindor table. (A/N: Do you know what I'm talking about?)
Before he knew it, Draco was dressed in his green and silver robes and riding out onto the field. He had a Thunderbolt, and was pleased to see the only other person to have one was Erin. He looked right at her and wiggled his eyebrows. She winked at him.
"I want a good clean game." Madam Hooch said. She kicked open the Quidditch trunk and the bludgers flew out. Soon after the snitch's golden wings fluttered. Hooch threw up the quaffle and the game began.
It was a tight match. About 20 minutes in, the score was 80 - 80. Suddenly, Draco saw the snitch floating by one of the goal posts. Harry saw him and quickly chased after. They were both pretty close, but the Thunderbolt was too fast for Harry's Firebolt. But right before Draco caught the little golden ball, something caught his attention.
"Erin! Watch out!" Draco stopped and called out. Harry didn't see this, however. He caught the snitch and "GRYFFINDOR WINS!" was being blasted through the stadium. Erin had been moving forward, towards the Slytherin goal post. One of the opposing teams' beaters had just hit a bludger toward her, with a great amount of force. It was coming at her sideways.
Before she noticed, the bludger hit her smack-dab on the back of the shoulder. A sickening crunch would have been heard, had the stadium been quiet. Even so, the noise died down when the crowd saw Erin rolling through the air, tumbling towards the ground. She hit the grass and turned over a few times before coming to a stop on the ground. The quaffle dropped to the ground with a light thud. A hush swallowed the stadium, and teachers began running toward her.
Draco and Harry got there first. "Draco?" Erin asked sleepily when Draco looked at her from above.
"Erin! Erin, are you ok?" He tenderly lifted her head while Harry folded his robes and used them as a pillow for her.
"Me? I'm fine." She tried to get up; but this required putting weight on her shoulder. When she did so, she cried out in pain and fell back again. "Ok, so maybe I'm not."
At this point, the rest of the teams had run up to the fallen girl. Pushing his luck, the Slytherin keeper, a boy named Jeremy, walked up to her. He was upset that the girl had scored so many points on him.
"Does this hurt?" He poked her shoulder, hard. She screamed again and passed out. Before the Gryffindor team could beat him into a bloody pulp, Harry pulled out his wand, right next to Draco.
"Don't touch her." They said in unison.
"Erin, stay with me." Harry gently patted her face while Draco stroked and kissed the back of her hand.
"Everyone, back!" Professor Snape said, rushing up to the blonde girl. He quickly conjured a stretcher and led her up to the hospital wing, Harry and Draco not far behind. But they were slowed down when Snape floated up the steps and they were left to climb them.
They walked in silence up to the hospital wing, except when Draco said, more to himself than to Harry, "I hope she's alright."
Harry replied, "I think she will be. Madam Pomfrey can mend bones in a second. I just hope she doesn't have a concussion."
"Was I talking to you, Potter? I think not."
"God Malfoy. Do you have to be so hostile?"
"Yes." Draco answered, sneering again. He flung open the door of the hospital and rushed up to the bed Erin was lying on. "Is she alright?" He asked. He stared down at Erin. She was still unconscious. Madam Pomfrey was removing the robes on Erin's shoulder.
"She'll be fine. But she hit her head pretty hard." Pomfrey pointed her wand at the blonde's shoulder. She said a quiet incantation, then grabbed a bottle that was sitting on the table beside the bed. She began massaging it onto Erin's shoulder.
"What is that?" Harry asked. He had been in the hospital wing many times before, with many different injuries, but he had never seen Madam Pomfrey do this previous to now.
"It's a numbing agent, so she doesn't hurt so much during the night. Erin's bones are hard to heal."
"Hard to heal? What do you mean, hard to heal?" Draco asked, looking down on Madam Pomfrey, who was a good 10 inches shorter than he. She was now putting the wounded arm and shoulder into a sling.
"I mean, hard to heal. Check with her doctor if you want to know anything more about it. Now, she has to stay overnight, to make sure her concussion isn't too bad. Only one of you can stay."
"I'll stay." The two guys said together. They glared, and heated expressions overcame their faces. Madam Pomfrey rolled her eyes and walked away. "I'll leave this to you two. Resolve it quickly, please. She needs to rest."
"I'll stay, Malfoy."
"I think not, Potter."
"She's my chaser!" Harry shouted.
"She's my girlfriend!" Draco shouted right back. Harry's face dropped. He had been thinking this was the case, but had hoped he was wrong.
"What is all the commotion about?" Snape asked. He had heard the shouts from outside the wing.
"Nothing, Professor. I was just leaving," Harry said, before sweeping out of the room.
Snape raised a questioning eyebrow at the platinum-blonde man standing by the bed. "Take care of her, Draco." Snape gave a loving look toward Erin, who was breathing slowly on the bed.
"Of course, sir." Draco wondered what the look was about. He brushed it off, however, and sat by the bed.
After watching Erin sleep for a while, Draco had an idea. Dobby, the house elf, was still working at Hogwarts. Draco had never been overtly mean to Dobby, only when his father was around. He took off one of his socks and hastily wrote a note on a scrap of parchment in his pocket.
"Erin- Be back soon. Yours, Draco." He quickly ran off toward the kitchens.
After tickling the pear, he stepped inside to be greeted by a hundred house elves ready to get him food.
"Dobby? Where are you?" Draco called out, looking over the elves' heads. The elf stood proudly by the fireplace.
"You called for Dobby, Master Draco?" Dobby wrung his hands, remembering the punishments he would receive from Draco's father.
"Yes, actually. Do you think you could get some things for me? You can have my sock..." Draco held it up. Dobby, however, paid no attention.
"Of course, sir. Master Draco was always kind to Dobby, sir. Even when Master Malfoy wasn't."
"Thank you Dobby. Now, here's what I'll need-"
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When Erin woke up the next morning, she saw a mass of chocolates and candy on her bedside table. "What the --" She was cut off when she saw Draco's smiling face.
"Do you like chocolate?"
"Oh, Draco. That's so sweet. But, I'm allergic to chocolate!" Draco's face dropped.
"You are?"
Erin smiled again, showing all her teeth. "Nope. It's my favorite food. Thank you." She grabbed his neck and kissed him.
"You've got to stop doing that."
"What, kissing you?" Erin asked, her eyebrow high in the air.
"No, keep doing that. You've got to stop tricking me." They laughed and Erin pulled open a package of Chocolate Frogs.
"You know, I was terrified of these things for the longest time. My older sister told me that when you ate these, they stayed in your stomach and hopped around. She said that they would lay eggs and you would explode when they got too big."
"Are you serious?"
"Completely. After I learned that was a lie, I thought they were the things that put 'a frog in your throat.' " Draco laughed and grabbed a frog as it jumped out from the package.
"I find it's best to squish them between your palms so that they won't jump away." He broke off the leg of the frog he was holding before eating it.
Erin followed his advice the next time. To her dismay, she found her hands covered in chocolate.
"Draco! I've got frog guts all over my fingers now! You lied to me!" She held up her hands in mock horror. They were, in fact, covered in the milk chocolate frog's 'guts'.
"Now you know how I feel." He started laughing. She lightly touched his face, smearing the brown substance on his cheek. "HEY!" She smirked, then grabbed both sides of his head and smeared all over his face. He glared, then grabbed a package of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. He started chucking them, one by one, at her.
"OW!" Erin exclaimed when she moved her shoulder up to protect her face.
"What? What's wrong?" Draco immediately put down the jelly beans.
"My shoulder is still sore. So, uh, what exactly happened at the game?" She asked, lightly rubbing her hurt arm.
"Oh, you all won. Potter caught the snitch right before me." Erin was trying to conceal her laughter- Draco looked hilarious with chocolate all over his face.
"Aw, I'm sorry Draco." She wiped away a little of the chocolate by his eyes.
"S'ok. I'm glad you got to experience a win at Hogwarts." He picked up a red jelly bean lying on the bedspread.
"Oh. If you put it that way," she said. And then she did the weirdest thing. She started shaking her butt, and jerking back and forth.
"What the hell was that?"
"My victory dance."
"Victory dance. Are you serious? Is that how you Americans dance?" He used his finger to wipe a bit of chocolate from his face and put it on the tip of her nose.
"Some people. That's actually my mom's version of the victory dance. But mine is a little hard to do laid up in a hospital bed with a hurt shoulder. It requires a lot of jumping around. I'll show you sometime." She swiped two fingers across his cheek, accumulating quite a bit of the sweet substance. She brought her fingers to her mouth and licked it off. "Mmm...The perfect mix of chocolate and essence of Draco."
Then a disgusted look crossed her face. "You did take a shower after the game, didn't you?"
Draco smirked again. "Yeah, I did. Madam Pomfrey would've kicked me out had I not."
She laughed, then leaned close to his face. She licked the chocolate off from around his lips then kissed him.
Right then, Harry walked in. At first he only saw Draco's head, with chocolate all over. Then, as he turned the corner, he saw Erin kissing him softly. His heart dropped. [Damn. Why him?]
"Erin?" Harry called, backing up a few steps. He didn't want them to know he'd been watching.
Erin pulled away, and Draco whimpered a little. "Hush, you. Harry? Is that you? Come in," She answered back. Harry stepped to her bedside. "Nice job with the snitch!" She raised her hand for a high-five. Harry met it, and smiled.
"Do you need something, Potter? Or are you just here to flirt?" Draco asked. Erin lightly swatted his arm.
Harry ignored this comment. He wasn't about to be intimidated by a guy with melted chocolate all over his face. "The team sent over some flowers. And some candy." He handed them to the blonde girl on the bed. "What's on your nose?"
"Oh, that's a bit of a chocolate frog. Thank you so much Harry. This means a lot."
"Well, you're amazing. You played a great game." She smiled at him. Draco, however, was annoyed by this comment. He glared as well as he could, which was so good that he could make a grown man cry. Harry was used to it, though, so he just brushed it off and continued looking into Erin's blue eyes.
"Thanks. I should be out of here by tomorrow morning."
"I know. Madam Pomfrey told us. Well, I'll see you then. Hope you feel better soon." Harry walked out of the hospital wing.
"Bye, Harry."
"Why do you like that guy?" Draco asked after Harry had gone.
"Draco, Draco, Draco. I have a motto. You should think about it sometime. You want to know what it is?" She asked. He shrugged, then nodded.
"Why make an enemy when you can just as easily make a friend?"