A/N: Chapter finished July 2nd. I've been writing all day and all night basically since I've been sick. I'm spreading the chapters out unless I get the reviews because I'm getting better and my whole next week every day is booked for Six Flags to parties to hanging out with my friends! So anyway... I'll have chapters regularly anyway because I still have a lot of time to write over the summer. This chapter is the beginning of Draco's plotting.
IMPORANT!:ONCE AGAIN I HAVE FINISHED THE STORY SO IM POSTING TWO CHAPTERS TODAY!! THIS IS THE SECOND!! IF I GET AT LEAST FIVE REVIEWS FOR EACH CHAPTER ILL POST AGAIN TOMORROW!!!
Chapter 10: Quidditch For Morons
Waking up he threw the covers off himself. He was not in his night clothes. He was fully clothed. Draco panicked slightly before remembering what had happened.
He stood up and looked through his window. The snow on the ground shone in the sunshine as a few idle clouds passed by lazily. Taking off his clothes, he stepped into his bathroom and turned on the water. The cold water awakened him. He let the beads of hydrogen and oxygen sweep over his body as he stood in the shower.
After he was done with his shower, Draco decided he wasn't in the mood for robes. He took a look in his closet and took out cargo pants and a hoodie to put over his white sleeveless top. Putting on a pair of Dickies he had ordered from the States, his outfit was completed.
He took his Quidditch equipment and walked downstairs and into the breakfast room. He saw breakfast on the table and his mother and father in deep conversation.
"Good morning." Draco said as he pulled out a chair and took a seat on the opposite end of where his parents were sitting.
"Good morning, Draco." His mother and father echoed as they stopped their conversation.
"Lillith McConnell. What do you think of her?" Lucius asked. Even if his father's eyes had a brick wall behind them, Draco could tell from experience that normally when his father asked him something like this he had an ulterior motive.
"Lily? I don't see her quite as much as I'd like to. She and I are friends, I suppose." Draco asked, a question lingering in his tone that caused his father to raise his eyebrow.
"Shut off your emotions Draco." His father reprimanded him, "She is a Pureblooded witch of many generations and good family. Her father being a member of the Wizengamot and her mother a powerful name in the international Ministry, she is a witch that you should consider for marriage."
"She's good looking, Draco, and she's smart. She's a Deatheater. She's also head of the Junior Deatheaters. You would have beautiful children I could be proud of." Narcissa added as she sipped her tea.
Draco sat, frozen in his chair. After hearing what he did, knowing how strong her feelings were for Weasley, what was Draco supposed to say? He didn't even know she knew Weasley… How did she know Weasley?
"I don't think so." He said as his parents' eyes bored into his head.
"Who else do you think will be suitable?" His mother asked him harshly. Hermione Granger, he thought to himself before he could stop it. He kicked himself mentally, keeping his mind clear and his eyes cold.
"I'm only seventeen. I've got plenty of time to see who I want to be with. When I do decide to marry someone, I will make the decision as to who will be 'suitable' enough to marry." Draco said rather harshly. His mother got out her wand, but Lucius grasped her shoulder and pushed her back down.
"He is a man now. Consequences will be dealt with shortly, but for now we will let the tone slide." Lucius said to his wife and then turned to Draco, "You will lower your voice to your mother as she is still my wife. Draco you will follow our traditions…" Lucius said calmly gazing at his son contempt.
"And if I choose not to follow your traditions?" Draco asked. He had never before defied his father when he was a child, yet, Draco could feel that he was no longer that fourteen year old boy who was beaten down for defying him.
"You know what it means to be exiled, don't you Draco?" His father grasped his wand and before Draco could do anything a green flash of light came toward him and missed his head by a centimeter as it hit a common house fly. The fly dropped to the ground motionlessly, burned to a crisp.
"You do not want your name stripped from you in that way, do you Draco?" His father asked him.
"I have to get back to school. I still have to remind everyone of Quidditch practice tomorrow."
"Goodbye Draco." His father said as Draco disapperated.
"Alright men! We have our new brooms! We've been training for a while on our own! You know why we've been losing the cup to Gryffindor?" Draco asked rhetorically as the team started whispering to one another.
"Because you can't catch the snitch as fast as Potter?" Questioned a third year who had made the team as a Chaser from pure skill.
"You want to get off the team, you little insignificant brat?" Draco snapped, tossing his broom into his left hand and taking his wand out of his sleeve with his right.
The Slytherins snapped their jaws shut and listened to Draco.
"We haven't been playing as a team! We're just as good as the Gryffindors, if not better! Weasley has gotten up to mark! You know what that means? That means our chasers," Draco lingered on the word pointing his wand at the third year who had spoken, "are going to have to get up to mark too. Their chasers have gotten better! Zabini be prepared to get your reflexes in order by doing Seeker practice! You let one Quaffle by and I will hammer you with beater bats until you get it into your head that you can't let anything through!
"Their strategies have gotten more advanced. No more reverse passing or pity Sloth Grip rolls! Blaise, I know you enough to know that you've already looked up and practiced defensive moves. I want you to come with me half an hour before every practice to practice just flying. I need you to get good with the Double Eight Loop and for that you need speed. Also try Starfish and Stick!
"I want my beaters to be good with Harlem Halves and mainly the Doppleganger Defensive moves! Chasers will practice once a week at any given time with me present together outside of the team practices to get good at Hawkshead Formation, Parkin's Pincer, and Porskoff play as well as some other things I will introduce to you at that time. I want everyone familiar with the Woollongong Shimmy.
"These tactics can be found in Quidditch Through the Ages! I want you to know the book as if you-know-who is asking you to answer the questions correctly or get the Cruciatus Curse put upon you! I also want you to be familiar with your broom! Tremaine, go get the balls! Do I have any questions for this year's Quidditch team?" Draco asked as everyone kept silent.
Storm clouds had gathered, and soft rain was starting to fall instead of the snow that they were expecting. The sixth year returned with the chest and set it down.
"We'll start out with some passing!" Draco said as he grasped a Quaffle with one hand and his broom with the other, "Mount your brooms! We have some guests." Draco said as the whole Gryffindor Quidditch team walked out onto the pitch in their school robes and took seats in their section, "Do not be distracted. If I see you not looking, you will be knocked off your broom! Up!"
They flew up twenty some odd feet, keeping the perfect circle formation. Draco took the Quaffle and passed it with a quick toss of his hand to Holland Peterson who tossed it to Goyle. Goyle passed it to Blaise who back passed it to the youngest player on the Slytherin team, James Hackley. The young Slytherin dropped it.
"Five laps. You have a minute a lap! Each second your late, you'll have to do another lap! You're time started thirty seconds ago!" Draco yelled as he flew down and caught the Quaffle just before it hit the ground.
He passed the Quaffle to Tremaine. The passing continued until Hackley returned, fifteen seconds too late. Draco sent him on his way to do his laps while everyone else got in position.
"I'll play reserve Chaser! I want beaters to put a Boomerang Charm on the Bludgers if you're capable enough. Get your bats." Draco ordered as he heard Ginny Weasley make a comment causing the Gryffindors to laugh. She could laugh all she wanted, but that night Draco would have her.
"Is everyone bright enough to remember from the World Cup what a Porskoff Play is?" He asked the other two chasers who nodded quickly at him, "I take bottom right, Bukley, you take bottom left. Tremaine you take top. I'll start with the Quaffle, pass it to Bukley, who'll pass it to Tremaine. That's when we'll start the play. Pass it to me, I'll pass it back to you, you pass is to Bukley again who'll try and get past Blaise. You two will try and do all the work as I am not a chaser." Draco said very quickly, "When James finishes his laps, you three will discuss the hand signals you'll use to start a play as I can obviously not stand here and tell you how to do something."
Draco took off, followed by the other two in no particular formation. Passing the Quaffle back quickly in that order Draco used a back pass and slapped the Quaffle to Jonathan Tremaine. He barely caught it from the surprise.
"Stop!" He yelled, "You two need to be familiar with different bloody passes in a fast paced game!" The Gryffindors snickered. Blaise ignored him as did Draco but the younger Slytherins hissed, "Peterson! Did I or did I not tell you to keep hitting Bludgers? Start from the top!" He yelled.
He passed to Tremaine who passed it back to him only for Draco to pass it to Henry Bukley. The sixth year was caught off guard causing him to drop the Quaffle.
"Are you two daft? Bukley, take my post as Keeper. Tremaine, stand aside. Here's how real Slytherins who don't even play these positions outsmart Gryffindors." Blaise said loudly as he gave Draco three signs.
They flew in speeds causing Potter to whisper hurriedly into Ron's ear. Draco passed the Quaffle to Blaise. Blaise flew up at Draco who was above him and passed his height. Draco flew down and passed around to the other side of the hoops. Blaise looked like he was about to pass, but he didn't. He stood on his broom and flipped off it in a free fall. A second later, Blaise was back on his broom and passed it to Draco who was veering near the left hoop. Draco leaned forward to get near the proper side of the hoops. Draco caught it quickly. Instead of risking missing, he passed it quickly to Blaise who stood on his broom and passed it back to Draco near the center hoop. Draco hung from his broom and flipped back onto it meanwhile kicking it clear into the hoops.
Breathing hard, Draco landed on the ground. Blaise was right behind him with a hearty, "I could have caught it."
Applause rang through the Slytherins.
"Years of playing and practicing on my own. James, go talk with them about strategies. The rest of you! Practice is over! Hufflepuffs have the field tomorrow, Ravenclaws have it two days after that, and Gryffindors have it the day before New Years. I expect every single one of you ready to play QUIDDITCH and not toy brooms then!" Draco caught up to Blaise who was tracking through the mud that was formed on the field, "I'll see you tomorrow."
Draco watched as the Gryffindor team walked down through the stands and onto the field, grim expressions on their faces. Ginny Weasley and Potter walked behind the rest, whispering hurriedly. Weasley said something causing Potter to nod and catch up with the other Weasley.
"Ginny!" Draco yelled. As luck may have it, the others were through the door leaving who he really needed to speak with alone. Normal before dinner practice gave him a perfect chance to seduce her before he had to sleep with her in the common room. If he was even luckier, Blaise would have Hermione out until night fall.
"What do you want, Malfoy, the score of tomorrow's game? Gryffindor over 150, Slytherin under 150." Ginny said curtly as she tightened her cloak around her and kept walking.
"Quidditch practice is over, Weasley. I'm playing with dolts, and you know it!" Draco said harshly, yet, truthfully, "Here come with me into the locker rooms. It's not raining in there. I need to talk to you, but I don't want you to freeze to death."
"What do you want?" She repeated strongly, not moving an inch.
"To talk." He said again as he grasped her shoulder and led her the few meters into the locker rooms.
"Do me a favor though, Malfoy. Go and shower while you're at it. You have to be sweaty after that move you and Zabini pulled." Draco nodded and took off his Quidditch gear and put it on the bench next to Weasley. Draco went into the bathroom area where just one inch of sliding over was the separation between Ginny seeing Draco undress. He took off his robes and threw them back where Ginny was. Draco got into the shower and turned the water on.
"That move out there was improvisation, and that's what I was trying to teach the younger players. They were surprised or distracted whenever I did something with them that was different. Doing moves like that is just for fun for Blaise and me. I'm not a Chaser. I was being spotchy with the Quaffle." Draco said taking some of the shampoo that was in there and rubbing it through his hair.
"You did really well for being a Seeker. I have to say that you could play their position more than they could play yours. It was a bit obvious that you were faking with the Quaffle. From seeing you play, I could tell you wanted to score. My brother was telling me the whole time how you were planning on going for what hoop, and how you were probably going to do it. He didn't expect you to start flipping on your broom. I honestly think he could have caught it."
"Was it that obvious that I was trying to impress the Gryffindor team?" Draco laughed despite himself as he took a bar of soap and washed.
"More than you would ever know." Ginny said laughing rather loudly.
"I don't know if you saw from your point but I missed my first kick so I had to flip in order to make it look like I didn't miss." Draco admitted as he rinsed his hair and lathered it up again.
"So that's why you flipped. That's something I have to tell our team."
"I figured, but I couldn't resist sharing. As long as you don't tell my little teammates I'm fine." Draco said as he rinsed out his hair, "Hey, Ginny, pass me my towel. It's green and it's got D M engraved in a corner."
He saw her get up and look through different towels in the Slytherin room in the locker room. He caught the towel as she tossed it to him without looking.
"Seduction starting with a towel." Draco mumbled to himself as he smirked and quickly wiped his face clear.
Draco walked out to Weasley, dripping wet with a towel rather low on his waste showing his muscles on his stomach. Weasley stared, looking at his arms and chest, all muscular. She blushed and looked away when she saw a small trail of hair from his navel down beyond the towel.
"Smart plan me taking a shower, huh? I was planning on going to my common room and changing. I don't have a spare set of robes." Draco said, knowing fully well that he had a set of robes in his locker.
"Oh gods. Erm… Here I'll take you to your common room. We'll keep alert, and in the meantime cast a disillusionment charm on yourself. The corridors will be full of student since dinner will start in about five minutes." She said as Draco cast the charm on himself and shrunk his possessions down and handed them to her saying, "This is new equipment and a new broom. I'm not about to leave it in here and my broom in the broom shed."
She reached out for him and accidentally grabbed onto his chest. She blushed and mumbled an apology. He smirked to himself as he followed her out of the locker room and into the rain. She jogged for the school with Draco behind her and made her way for their common room, avoiding people.
This was perfect. There was a passage right outside the school that led straight to his common room's corridor. Too bad Weasley would never know that because she was too busy leading him to his common room.
He held onto his towel, completely soaked from the water that was still pouring from him. Today, Weasley would be charmed by his good looks or just be charmed. Whatever it took, Malfoys didn't lose bets.
A/N: I was literally drooling when I wrote the end of this chapter and the beginning and middle of chapter eleven because I was picturing Tom Felton shirtless, dripping wet. Anyway...Draco's gonna fall bad for Hermione. I have lots of ideas for ending and I want you all to review and tell me if you want a happy ending or a realistic ending!
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