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*You are a freak, you know that?*
Shut up, Ginny, I don't like you at the moment.
*I don't like you either. By the way, have you seen Ron? He threatened to turn me into a goldfish because of what I said.* **Looks hunted**
**Waves at someone behind Ginny** Hi, Ron!
*Where?!!*
Over there.
**Bolts**
Muahahahahaha! **Thinks for a moment** Haha!
Whispers were heard throughout the school, muttering about the girl who had stood up in the middle of DADA and announced that she firmly believed Voldemort had returned. Draco found himself looking at the slender beauty with admiration, that she would be so bold. This was sure to get back to Him, and there could be serious consequences, even death.
But this particular girl kept acting like her life wasn't important, even trying out for Beater on the Gryffindork Quidditch team. Of course, the whole team had laughed, but, much to Draco's annoyance, he had no idea who would be the Beaters in the upcoming match. He was rather worried, because if they were anywhere near as vindictive as the Weasel Twins, he was in trouble.
Speaking of trouble, here came Potter and the Dream Team. Funny, how the Team had expanded to include was it… Gina Weasley? And Aine. She was still a source of mystery to Draco. He'd checked the records, and the last Fey to be born had disappeared when she was 16. He glanced over at the girl, and scowled. She looked in his direction and… Did she just smile?!? Draco shook his head. I've been spending too long around Crabbe and Goyle; it's starting to affect my IQ. He thought, and stormed out of the Library.
***
"And here come the Slytherin team, Crabbe, Goyle, Hathwaight, Bulstrode, Zabini, Arkansan, aaaannd Malfoy! It seems that, like former captain Flint, Malfoy has gone for size, rather than brains or skill." All of the Gryffindors, Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs snickered at Granger's comment. "Now, here comes the Gryffindor team, go guys! Two new Beaters, Thomas and Fey, the new Chasers Weasley, Finnegan and Patil, the new Keeper, Weasley, aaaannd Potter! Our amazing Seeker, whose only ever lost one match! And only then because of sucky Dementors! Sorry, Professor." Draco scowled, as Aine swooped onto the Pitch. Mind you, he had to admit she was a good flyer, but he thought she'd make a better Chaser. "And the Snitch is let out, and the game begins!"
Draco flew high above, and had to roll, just missing being hit by a bludger. He glared in the direction it had come from, and Aine gave him a mocking salute. Goyle hit it back at her, and she did a complicated little twist, hitting it towards Zabini, causing him to drop the ball.
"And Fey shows that she's not only good in class, she's also good on the Quidditch Pitch!" Grangers annoying voice chirped out. "She performs an interesting Abidalas Move, usually reserved for either the Chasers, or the Seeker. Never before has it been used by a Beater. Just goes to show that beauty isn't everything, you have to have brains as well."
"Like you don't, Mudblood?" A random Slytherin yelled. Weasel growled loud enough for even Draco to hear, and Thomas hit a bludger at the Slytherin stands, managing to hit Crabbe in the head, and causing the stupid lump to fall off of his broom. A filthy look passed over Aine's face, and that damned Weasley brat used the opportunity while his team was distracted to score 3 goals in perfect succession.
"And Weasley scores three goals, leaving Gryffindor at 50, and Slimy Slytherins at nil, go Ginny!" Damn, her name was Ginny? Aine hit another bludger in his direction, then one at Goyle, managing to get him in the stomach, causing another stupid waste of space to fall to the ground, and leaving the Slytherin team without any Beaters. Draco cursed, and jerked his head back, as Potter's hand flashed out, and caught the Snitch, which had been hovering right in front of him. "And Potter catches the Snitch! Yeah, Harry!" Potter smirked at Draco, and then flew down. Aine took the time to fly over, and offer him a sympathetic smile.
"Better luck next time." She said, and landed gracefully.
~*~
"What was that all about?" Ginny demanded of the raven-haired Irish beauty.
"I simply thought 'e needed a bit of encouragement. It can't be easy, losin' match after match." Aine replied, inspecting her nail polish, which was a bright, vibrant red, with gold swirls.
"He's a Slytherin, you don't comfort him!" Ron exploded.
"Why na? 'E's a person too." Aine fixed him with cool silver eyes, the same colour as the Slytherin boy in question.
"No he's not, he's… Malfoy!" Ron exclaimed.
"'E's a person. Now, if ye'll excuse me, I've got to go study for my test." She walked away, still dressed in her scarlet robes.
***
"Tha' boy… Ooh, 'e makes me so mad!" She exclaimed, pacing the small study room angrily. She didn't notice a boy coming in. "Always goin' on abou' 'ow Slytherins aren't real people, I was almost a Slytherin! Argh!" She grabbed a book out of her back, transfigured it into a vase, and threw it at the wall. The only problem was, her wand was lying on the ground where she'd thrown it. "I'd like to show 'im a thin' or two!"
"Would you, now." An amused voice said. She whirled around.
"Wha' do ye want?" She fumed.
"Nothing. I was just in the area, and heard yelling." He sauntered over. "So… which one of the Dream Team has upset you?" He trailed a finger down her pale cheek, and she stayed perfectly still, in shock.
"'Ow dare ye!" She breathed, pushing his hand away. "And it's none of ye business."
"You know, Aine, I often get the feeling that you're in the wrong house. I'm sure you'd make a better Slytherin."
"Ye think so?" She asked, held in place by his silver gaze.
"Yes. You're too… smart for them."
"Really. Ye think so." She said, her eyes beginning to flash.
"Yes, I do." He said.
"Well, let me tell ye somethin'," She said sweetly.
"What?" She slapped him, hard.
"I don't take kindly to people touchin' me in such a manner without my permission. Ever do it again, and ye'll pay far more dearly. I'll be seein' ye, Draco Malfoy." She sauntered out.