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CHAPTER SIX

Harry blew his whistle and the game commenced. Katie started with the ball, and tried to throw it to Alicia but Harry intercepted. He swung the broom around smoothly and headed towards the opposite goal. He threw it at George, however Lara appeared out of nowhere and snatched it on its way. She sped towards the goal, the others struggling to keep up let alone take the ball from her. She approached the goal and, without stopping, threw the ball right though the middle hoop. The ball was thrown so fast that Ginny's outstretched hands were simply flown aside as the Quaffle hit them.

"Sorry, Weasley isn't it? Ginny?" The red head smiled, trying not to show the pain that she felt. "Come here, I'll fix it."

"It's alright, really, I'm fine."

"Just in case somethings broken." Lara reasoned. Ginny nodded and flew towards her. Lara felt the fingers for any fractures. "You've got a ripped tendon here, stay still, I'll fix it." A quick wave of her hand fixed Ginny's finger.

"T... thank you." Lara smiled.

"No problem, Larrissa by the way, Larrissa Black." She said, offering out her hand.

"Ginny Weasley, but you already know that. Ron's talked about me?" The red head replied, taking the other girls hand in a firm handshake.

"Heaps, he said you were terrible. Really spoilt." Lara said, an evil grin flashing across her face. Ginny laughed.

"I wouldn't put it past him to say that!" She said, as the two girls lowered themselves onto the ground to join the rest of the Gryffindor Team.

"Okay guys, I'm sorry. There was a lot of talent out there, but Black showed the most. You're in." Harry said shortly to the gathering crowd, before stomping off to the shower.

Lara followed him, catching up to Ginny who was walking a little further in front.

"So Gin, you and Potter friends?"

"You could say that."

"What do you mean."

"We'll sure, he says hi and all, but he only sees me as Ron's little sister." Ginny said gloomily, risking a swift glance up at Harry before dropping her gaze to the floor.

"You want him to see you as more. A lot more. Is that it?" Ginny nodded slightly.

"Well then the first step is to act natural around him. It's obvious you're dead nervous around him."

"I can't help it! Look at him, he's a walking slice of heaven!" Ginny cried, her eyes going misty as she chanced another look at her crush.

"Right." Lara said slowly, raising her eyebrows as she looked at the boy in question. "I can't say I can see what you like about him, but good luck all the same."

"He'll never see me. Don't even bother." Lara frowned at this.

"Don't say the Gin. You don't know that."

"It's been three years. I think I can." Lara didn't reply. Instead, she gave the red head a quick squeeze around the shoulders and headed towards the change room.

"C'ya round team mate." She called, before disappearing from Ginnys view. The red head smiled at the retreating girl, frowning as she though of Harry. Scolding her self, she shook her head. She wasn't going to let Harry ruin this moment, she had made the Gryffindor team! What else could she ask? But then she realized that Harry coached the team. Her stomach gave a little jerk at this thought.

When Harry, when will you open your eyes?

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"Dancing in the moonlight. everybody's feeling warm and bright!" Lara sang along to her CD. She had magicked up a contraption that played muggle CD's, and now spent her Sunday afternoon in her dorm with Hermione, dancing and singing, in essence; going wild.

"I don't get where you got the time to complete all your homework." Hermione said, as the two girls sat back on the bed, exhausted. The bushy haired girl had frowned when Lara suggested they relax that afternoon, insisting that Lara needed to get her homework done. It was only when Lara showed her all the homework set for the week, completed, that Hermione gave in.

"You finished didn't you?"

"I didn't have Quidditch Friday and Saturday morning."

"I worked late last night." Lara said simply. "Now come on!" She said, jumping up and pulling Hermione with her.

"So I hope this finds you well... sun is shining down eastern valley way! There's some news I need to tell you... Give my mother a kiss tell her I'm okay!" Lara cried at the top of her lungs. Hermione laughed.

"You have quite a nice voice."

"If you sat that to anyone I'll kill you."

"Why?" Hermione asked, confused.

"Defeat demons, kill sorcerers, pass tests, insult Dumbledore, that I can do. Sing, in front of people?" Lara went slightly green at the thought. "My one fear."

"You just sang then."

"But that's just one person, I had music in the background and I'm not really singing, as in trying my hardest."

"I never thought you had it in you." Hermione said after a while.

"To what?"

"To fear." Hermione said simply. Lara didn't reply.

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The next weeks went by in a blur. The quartet got closer to Lara over the weeks until she was officially one of them, that is, except Harry. Black and Potter became famous throughout the school for their absolute hatred for each other. Onlookers would often place bets on who would win the fights that took place in the schools halls. Sirius was annoyed to hear the Lara and Harry were far from friends. He tried to convince them in his constant flow of letters to at least be friends, but neither consented. He was also refusing to back down on his pledge to take Harry in when he was freed, despite Lara's desperate attempts to convince him otherwise. The new DADA teacher was definitely a positive change from Umbridge, however Carotene was far from the best teacher they had. His knowledge was limited to simple defenses which Harry and his friends had already mastered the year before in Dumbeldore's Army. It thus became obvious within the first few lessons of class that DADA was a complete waste of time.

Quidditch, however, had to be one of Lara's favourite things about Hogwarts.

"Right, this is the first match of the season. We have to win!" Harry said, anxiety written all over his face. Lara grinned as he began his pep talk, he was so enthusiastic, so involved about it all. He'd be announcing his engagement to Quidditch any day now. And Lara had to agree, it was the best game in the world. There was nothing she loved more than feeling the wind on her face, the adrenaline. They had been worked very hard in the first few months, practices almost every day, rain, hail or shine. Lara had actually caught a cold from one of their late afternoon practices. Lucky she knew the cure, or she would've had to miss a few days worth of classes. "Slytherin is a tough team, but we know their weaknesses. Now their beaters are going to try to." But Lara zoned out at this again as she strapped her shin pads on and secured her red cape on top. She had heard the Malfoy was the seeker for Slytherin, but hadn't seen him fly. She was interested to know if he was as good as he claimed he was. "Now Chasers, I want you to intercept the ball at halfway, because that's their weakest..." Harry's voice faded away as Lara thought of Malfoy. He had been hitting on her for months now. She flirted back, but nothing ever came of it. But is that what she really wanted? He was dead sexy after all, and his rally of insults never extended to her, maybe she could agree to his invitation for a butterbeer at Hogsmeade...

"Let's play some Quidditch guys!" Lara heard vaguely. She snapped back to reality and followed her team out of the change rooms and onto the pitch, greeted by a roaring crowd. Kicking off the ground, Lara smiled as she felt the familiar woosh of the wind whipping around her. It was raining heavily, but Lara had cast a repelling charm around the entire pitch to keep the water away.

"And welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen, to the first Quidditch match of the season, Slytherin versus Gryffindor. And as the players take position, Madame Hooch blows the whistle, and... they're off! Just look at Black fly with the ball. She passes to Katie, she passes to Ginny, but now a Slytherin chaser has intercepted it. And oh! Lara has intercepted it again as Boot tries to pass it to his team mate. And she's approaching the goal now, the Keeper dives, misses, and she scores! 10 nil to Gryffindor and the game has barely started!"

Lee Jordan was commentating once again, and it was obvious to anyone with half a brain that he was impressed, as was the rest of the school, by Lara's skill.

The game continued in a ferocious manner, the Slytherin team getting desperate as Gryffindor scored more and more and Ginny's fantastic skills kept the Quaffle from the Slytherin goal. The score was 170 to 10 when the Seekers dived, obviously catching a glimpse of the Snitch. Malfoy tried to over take Harry and blocking him, knowing it was useless to catch the snitch now as he would lose anyways. But Harry swerved out of the way smoothly, leaning forward. Malfoy, however, thought ahead. He literally jumped off his broom and dove over Harry, snatching the snitch inches from his grasp. The problem was, Malfoy was 100 metres up in the air, and he had just jumped off his broom. The boy plummeted to the ground, the entire crowd watching in horror as he fell. They did not see Lara turn her broom and dive towards the falling Slytherin, so it came as quite a shock when a red flash suddenly zipped past and caught Malfoy metres from the ground. Lara lowered herself and Draco to the ground gently. He jumped out of her arms quickly, brushing himself off and retaining his composure, as if he hadn't just fallen 90 metres. The Snitch was still fluttering weakly in his grasp.

"Why did you do it?" He asked stiffly.

"You would've died." Lara said, exasperated that even in the clutches of death he couldn't bring himself to say thank you.

"Why do you care?"

"No one deserves to die."

"Is that really it? Or can't you admit that you're actually starting to like me?" Draco said. Lara stamped her foot in impatience. The guy had just faced death and he still wouldn't give up on his escapade.

"You're impossible Malfoy." Lara said.

"I'm sexy, and you know it." Lara couldn't hide a small smile as he said this. Draco noticed and grinned.

"Is that a yes?"

"No."

"Is that a no?"

"No."

"I'll meet you at the entrance hall at 10 on Saturday then?"

"Maybe." Lara said, winking at him before his team mates began landing around him. Lara walked back to her change rooms smiling. What was she doing getting herself involved with him? Oh well, it will be interesting.

"Okay, congratulations guys, we won." Harry said, though not particularly enthusiastically.

"No need to be happy about it or anything." Lara said, noting the bitter tone in his voice.

"He's never not caught the snitch in a fair game. Leave him alone." One of the twins said to her.

"Losing once in a while is good, makes you realize you're human, you still have faults."

"Have you ever lost?" The twin (Lara couldn't tell which) asked again.

"No." She said, smiling smugly as Harry stormed out.

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The Gryffindors threw a massive party in the common room that night. Harry took part in it, feeling better after a pep talk from Hermione. Lara didn't know what she said to him, but it cheered him up. They had won after all, whether Harry caught the Snitch or not.

"Three cheers for the Gryffindor team! Hip hip!

"Hooray!" The common room shouted happily.

"Hip hip!"

"Hooray!"

"Hip hip!"

"Horray!" Lara smiled as she was hoisted onto the twins shoulders and carried around the room amongst the cheers of her house mates. However she spotted Harry in the corner, looking at the drink in his hand sadly. So he hasn't gotten over it.

"Hey guys, I think our Captain deserves his own set of cheers don't you? We wouldn't have won without him!" The common room erupted in cheers at this, even louder than the cheers for the whole team. Lara bent down and whispered something into the twins ears. They nodded, dropping her to the floor and going over to Harry. Seconds later, he was on their shoulders and not looking so down in the dumps. He caught Lara's eye and gave her a questioning look, as if to ask, why'd you do it. The girl shrugged her shoulders in reply.

Lara walked over to the drinks table, pouring herself a drink.

"I'm proud of you." Hermione said, approaching the drinks table.

"I didn't do it for him, I wanted a drink." Lara said simply. Hermione looked doubtful, but let it pass. "By the way, I was curious. You know Malfoy?" Lara asked casually.

"Yeah, what about him?"

"Is he like... a player? Does he go out with girls often?" Lara asked, even more casually.

"No actually, now that you mention it. I've never seen him on a date, or with a girl at all."

"So what would you say if he did start going out with some girl?"

"Well depends. If it's some pure blood Slytherin blonde, it's probably all for the reputation."

"And if it's not?" Hermione narrowed her eyes.

"What are you playing at? Who's he asked out."

"Oh, no one, I was just curious." Lara said innocently. Apparently, she didn't fool Hermione. The girl widened her eyes in shock.

"He didn't, a...ask you out did he?" Lara sighed, but knew it was useless. She nodded slightly. "Did you say yes?"

"Yeah, I did." Lara said slowly, wondering how her friend would react.

"But he's, so... so mean."

"I know, but I think there's more to him than that. I want to know the real him." Hermione nodded in understanding. "Please don't tell anyone."

"I won't, don't worry." Hermione said, trying to hold back a giggle.

"Don't, please." Lara said, although she too was smiling.

"Where are you guys going anyway?" Hermione asked, curious. Even if the guy was Malfoy, a date was a date.

"Hogsmeade, for a butterbeer."

"When?"

"Why do you want to know? You're not going to like, follow us or something?"

"No, but I might, you know, drop by. Just to check up on you of course."

"Well in that case, I'm not telling you when I'm going."

"Well considering it's a Hogsmeade weekend next, I'm guessing its then." Lara narrowed her eyes at her friend.

"Sometimes, you are too smart for your own good." Hermione just laughed at this.