"SLYTHERIN!" screamed the hat. Everyone jumped out of fright. Draco heard some kids cursing the hat as they picked up friends who had fallen backwards off their bench. He couldn't help but smirk. Then he noticed an empty space across the table from him. Next to the nutcase Blaise. Where was she going to sit? She was making her way down the table shaking hands with her fellow Slytherins. When she had let go of Montague's hand she went for Draco's.
"Hi." She said. "I'm Christina. Ooh I love your hair. Do you mind if I sit here?" she asked Blaise.
"American Woman! Get away from me-eee!" yelled Blaise.
"Ignore him…" said Draco, who was still holding Christina's hand. "And no, I don't mind. I don't mind at all…by the way, I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."
"Would you like that shaken or stirred?" asked a smiling Christina.
"What?" he asked looking more puzzled than ever.
"Oh, that's right. You're a Malfoy. Nevermind, it's just muggle stuff. God I hate muggles."
He could have kissed her. She began taking some juice for herself and talking with Blaise.
"Would you like some juice?" she asked him.
"Only if it's 100% natural Libby's!" he yelled. "Because I'm 100% kid! Not 10%!"
"Oh…ok." She said as she placed the juice down. "I should probably change into my Quidditch robes soon."
This remark sent a spark through Malfoy. He had forgotten all about the match. Plus he had noticed he was drooling on his own robes.
"So tell me, how good a keeper are you?" he asked her.
"Good enough to kick my friend's ass today." She replied as she turned around and waved at Bella. "Ah the poor girl has no clue. She'll never score when I'm in front of those rings. Looks like she's got herself a boyfriend too. I always knew she had a thing for Potter…the scar headed freak" Said Christina. Draco dropped his fork and stared.
"Where have you been all my life?" he asked.
Before she could answer, Montague was shooing them both out of the Hall to get ready for the match. He saw Potter and DeAngelo getting up with the rest of the Gryffindors. He mouthed 'Prepare for Total Domination!' to Potter, then followed Christina out of the Hall. When they got to the field, Christina stopped.
"Oh, it's beautiful." She said as she admired the Quidditch pitch. Draco walked out into the middle of the field with the box of equipment and set it down. Behind him, he heard Christina yell.
"Hut hut…ready, set, hike!" she yelled. Draco turned around and saw her running towards him. He couldn't move. She was too fast. She pounced on him and pinned him to the ground.
"Touchdown!" she yelled.
"What the-?" she was still sitting on him.
"Football." She said as she got up and extended her hand to him. "Sorry. Got a little caught up in the moment."
"Oh. No problem." He said grabbing her hand pulling himself up and realizing what had just happened.
"We better go get changed." She said to him, and she sprinted for the changing rooms.
"Damn…she's fast." He said as he watched her run off.
"Don't get excited Malfoy. Girls like that don't date pigs." Came a voice. It was Potter.
"Well they don't date crack whore donkeys either. So I guess you're out of luck as well Potter." He replied.
After this remark, Draco walked away towards the changing rooms and Potter went across the field to the Gryffindor's rooms. About 20 minutes later the teams emerged with their broomsticks. A crowd had formed. They always did. Especially today. Gryffindor versus Slytherin could turn lethal, and the onlookers loved it.
"Where's Locke?" asked Montague. Everyone shrugged, then turned around and gasped.
"Hi." She said. "I'm Christina. Ooh I love your hair. Do you mind if I sit here?" she asked Blaise.
"American Woman! Get away from me-eee!" yelled Blaise.
"Ignore him…" said Draco, who was still holding Christina's hand. "And no, I don't mind. I don't mind at all…by the way, I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."
"Would you like that shaken or stirred?" asked a smiling Christina.
"What?" he asked looking more puzzled than ever.
"Oh, that's right. You're a Malfoy. Nevermind, it's just muggle stuff. God I hate muggles."
He could have kissed her. She began taking some juice for herself and talking with Blaise.
"Would you like some juice?" she asked him.
"Only if it's 100% natural Libby's!" he yelled. "Because I'm 100% kid! Not 10%!"
"Oh…ok." She said as she placed the juice down. "I should probably change into my Quidditch robes soon."
This remark sent a spark through Malfoy. He had forgotten all about the match. Plus he had noticed he was drooling on his own robes.
"So tell me, how good a keeper are you?" he asked her.
"Good enough to kick my friend's ass today." She replied as she turned around and waved at Bella. "Ah the poor girl has no clue. She'll never score when I'm in front of those rings. Looks like she's got herself a boyfriend too. I always knew she had a thing for Potter…the scar headed freak" Said Christina. Draco dropped his fork and stared.
"Where have you been all my life?" he asked.
Before she could answer, Montague was shooing them both out of the Hall to get ready for the match. He saw Potter and DeAngelo getting up with the rest of the Gryffindors. He mouthed 'Prepare for Total Domination!' to Potter, then followed Christina out of the Hall. When they got to the field, Christina stopped.
"Oh, it's beautiful." She said as she admired the Quidditch pitch. Draco walked out into the middle of the field with the box of equipment and set it down. Behind him, he heard Christina yell.
"Hut hut…ready, set, hike!" she yelled. Draco turned around and saw her running towards him. He couldn't move. She was too fast. She pounced on him and pinned him to the ground.
"Touchdown!" she yelled.
"What the-?" she was still sitting on him.
"Football." She said as she got up and extended her hand to him. "Sorry. Got a little caught up in the moment."
"Oh. No problem." He said grabbing her hand pulling himself up and realizing what had just happened.
"We better go get changed." She said to him, and she sprinted for the changing rooms.
"Damn…she's fast." He said as he watched her run off.
"Don't get excited Malfoy. Girls like that don't date pigs." Came a voice. It was Potter.
"Well they don't date crack whore donkeys either. So I guess you're out of luck as well Potter." He replied.
After this remark, Draco walked away towards the changing rooms and Potter went across the field to the Gryffindor's rooms. About 20 minutes later the teams emerged with their broomsticks. A crowd had formed. They always did. Especially today. Gryffindor versus Slytherin could turn lethal, and the onlookers loved it.
"Where's Locke?" asked Montague. Everyone shrugged, then turned around and gasped.