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Harry Potter.
A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed, especially Lucio and Rainqueenoflaby.
Malya slowly walked out onto the field in her quidditch robes and her new broom, a Nimbus 2000, in her right hand. She saw that the team was already assembled onto the field in a circle.
"Welcome, Malya," smiled Millicent.
"Hello, mud blood," snickered Draco. A girl with black hair and brown eyes smacked him over the head. He growled and glared at her. Malya smiled and waved to the team.
"Let me introduce you to the rest of the team," said Millicent, leading Malya to the group. "This is Pansy," pointing to a blonde girl, "Simon," a tall lad with black hair and green eyes, "James," a slightly overweight kid with short, brown hair and blue eyes, "Allison," the girl who had smacked Draco, "and Draco, the team git."
"Need I remind you that this 'git' is the one that will catch the snitch and win the game for you?" growled Draco.
"That's what you said last year before you allowed Harry Potter to swoop in, catch the snitch, and win Gryffendor the game as well as the house cup, all the while you are taking a nose dive into the grass." Millicent smiled and bat her eyes at Draco, who growled and kicked furiously off the ground.
"Well, are we going to practice or are we going to just stand here all day?" he called.
~*~
Malya slumped down on the Slytherin bench, tired. There were few people left eating dinner and Allison was one of them. Crystal had already gone to her room.
"Hello Malya," smiled Allison. "Great practice today."
"Thanks," smiled Malya. "I just can't believe I let the ball go past me three times during practice."
"That's not bad," said Allison.
"It is when the ball was thrown toward the goal a grand total of five times," muttered Malya.
"Nice going, mud blood," sneered Draco as he passed behind her with Crabbe and Goyle on either side of him.
"Malfoy, go jump in the lake and make the giant squid a husband," snapped Allison. "That is, if the thought of you naked doesn't disgust him first." Draco stopped in his tracks and turned to Allison.
"What did you say to me?" he asked, turning to face them.
"Duck!" cried Malya. "Draco's gonna yell!" With that, the few students who remained in the Great Hall, with the exception of Allison, jumped under their tables.
"Nothing," snickered Allison. "You must be hearing things." Draco made a start for her, but heard Dumbledore clear his throat.
"This is not over yet," he growled. He then turned on his heel and left the Great Hall.
"Quick request," said Malya from underneath the table. "Never insult him again while I am around. He really scares me."
"But you have to stand up for yourself," said Maria. She helped Malya up from beneath the table. "If you don't, Malfoy and his two goons will walk all over you all year long."
"Well, better get some sleep. Potions tomorrow morning and I don't want to get on Snape's bad side AGAIN!" With that, she ran off towards the Slytherin common room.
~*~
"Good morning, class," growled Snape as he entered his dungeon. "Not that mornings are ever good."
"Good morning," chanted the class.
"Yeah, whatever," snapped Snape. He turned around and glared from student to student. "Now, there is a potion that I have discovered of late and I would be very interested to see if it should work." He looked at his pocket watch. "It should start about: now." The class waited for a result, but saw and heard nothing.
"What's this supposed to do?" whispered Malya to Crystal.
"I dunno," replied Crystal.
"This is stupid," muttered Malya.
"Ms. Matthews," barked Snape. "I heard that. Detention after class."
"How did you hear that?" asked Crystal, amazed. "We were in the back of the class."
"The potion, which needs to be taken two hours before potency, will allow the tiniest sound from within a radii of two hundred yards to be heard. And, if the user has the know how, that noise can be channeled to pinpoint any noise. So, like I said, detention."
~*~
Malya plopped down on her bed, exhausted. She stared up at her ceiling and said,
"I hate Snape!" With that, she rolled over and, without even changing into her pajamas, fell asleep.
A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed, especially Lucio and Rainqueenoflaby.
Malya slowly walked out onto the field in her quidditch robes and her new broom, a Nimbus 2000, in her right hand. She saw that the team was already assembled onto the field in a circle.
"Welcome, Malya," smiled Millicent.
"Hello, mud blood," snickered Draco. A girl with black hair and brown eyes smacked him over the head. He growled and glared at her. Malya smiled and waved to the team.
"Let me introduce you to the rest of the team," said Millicent, leading Malya to the group. "This is Pansy," pointing to a blonde girl, "Simon," a tall lad with black hair and green eyes, "James," a slightly overweight kid with short, brown hair and blue eyes, "Allison," the girl who had smacked Draco, "and Draco, the team git."
"Need I remind you that this 'git' is the one that will catch the snitch and win the game for you?" growled Draco.
"That's what you said last year before you allowed Harry Potter to swoop in, catch the snitch, and win Gryffendor the game as well as the house cup, all the while you are taking a nose dive into the grass." Millicent smiled and bat her eyes at Draco, who growled and kicked furiously off the ground.
"Well, are we going to practice or are we going to just stand here all day?" he called.
~*~
Malya slumped down on the Slytherin bench, tired. There were few people left eating dinner and Allison was one of them. Crystal had already gone to her room.
"Hello Malya," smiled Allison. "Great practice today."
"Thanks," smiled Malya. "I just can't believe I let the ball go past me three times during practice."
"That's not bad," said Allison.
"It is when the ball was thrown toward the goal a grand total of five times," muttered Malya.
"Nice going, mud blood," sneered Draco as he passed behind her with Crabbe and Goyle on either side of him.
"Malfoy, go jump in the lake and make the giant squid a husband," snapped Allison. "That is, if the thought of you naked doesn't disgust him first." Draco stopped in his tracks and turned to Allison.
"What did you say to me?" he asked, turning to face them.
"Duck!" cried Malya. "Draco's gonna yell!" With that, the few students who remained in the Great Hall, with the exception of Allison, jumped under their tables.
"Nothing," snickered Allison. "You must be hearing things." Draco made a start for her, but heard Dumbledore clear his throat.
"This is not over yet," he growled. He then turned on his heel and left the Great Hall.
"Quick request," said Malya from underneath the table. "Never insult him again while I am around. He really scares me."
"But you have to stand up for yourself," said Maria. She helped Malya up from beneath the table. "If you don't, Malfoy and his two goons will walk all over you all year long."
"Well, better get some sleep. Potions tomorrow morning and I don't want to get on Snape's bad side AGAIN!" With that, she ran off towards the Slytherin common room.
~*~
"Good morning, class," growled Snape as he entered his dungeon. "Not that mornings are ever good."
"Good morning," chanted the class.
"Yeah, whatever," snapped Snape. He turned around and glared from student to student. "Now, there is a potion that I have discovered of late and I would be very interested to see if it should work." He looked at his pocket watch. "It should start about: now." The class waited for a result, but saw and heard nothing.
"What's this supposed to do?" whispered Malya to Crystal.
"I dunno," replied Crystal.
"This is stupid," muttered Malya.
"Ms. Matthews," barked Snape. "I heard that. Detention after class."
"How did you hear that?" asked Crystal, amazed. "We were in the back of the class."
"The potion, which needs to be taken two hours before potency, will allow the tiniest sound from within a radii of two hundred yards to be heard. And, if the user has the know how, that noise can be channeled to pinpoint any noise. So, like I said, detention."
~*~
Malya plopped down on her bed, exhausted. She stared up at her ceiling and said,
"I hate Snape!" With that, she rolled over and, without even changing into her pajamas, fell asleep.