On Saturday Flint woke everybody up early to prepare for the match against Gryffindor "We've got this one made!" he said gleefully yanking me to my feet. "Hey take it easy, Flint" I groaned as he threw me my Quidditch robes and my broom, "the match isn't until 5:00 tonight".
"We can talk in the locker room," said flint, rushing out of the dorm. "Whatever" I said to myself and slowly pulled on my robes.
It was freezing outside. I got mad at flint for waking us up early. "Come on, somebody wake me up, somehow" I yawned. Draco pinched me in the arm really hard. "Ok, that's not exactly what I meant, but whatever". The rest of the team was already in the locker room, asleep on benches and leaning on each other's shoulders. I fell onto a bench and leaned against a locker. I dozed off for a moment.
Flint slammed a locker shut to wake us up. It wasn't very successful because all people did was look up, and lay back down. He did it again but with three lockers this time. This seemed to work a little bit better because everyone sat up groaning.
About a half an hour in, Draco's head dropped on my shoulder, his mouth wide open, snoring. Flint hardly noticed. He just kept rambling on about new strategies, old strategies, weaknesses, and strengths. The one thing he would always say was, "the Quidditch cup is practically ours" or, "we're bound to get that house cup this way". I only shook Draco awake when I thought something was important. After an hour, I laid my head against the locker and slipped into a light sleep.
I was awoken by laughing and awing. The team thought that it was funny that Draco and I fell asleep next to each other.
"Wow, I mean, what a great couple." Said Flint with a snort of laughter.
"What the?" I said. I shook Draco awake. He didn't seem to think this was very funny either, because the second he realized what they were laughing at, he punched Flint in the arm.
We walked slowly onto the field and the Gryffindors were there. Flint didn't look worried at all. He knew he could just tell them that Snape reserved the field for them and add in a few insults.
"I don't believe it" Wood said with disbelief. "We were here first, again".
"Is that so?" Flint sneered, "What time did you get onto the field, Wood?"
"5:30" said Wood.
"Well, we got here at 5:00, that makes the field ours," said Flint, still grinning.
"Yeah right" said Harry.
"What was that, Potter?" asked Malfoy with a smirk.
"I said, YEAH RIGHT!" Harry said loudly.
"No one asked you to pipe in Potter!" spat Flint.
"Yeah scarhead, shut up." Draco laughed. "It'd do you good to respect Flint".
"Why should I, all he is to you is a coach." Said harry smoothly, "and all he is to me is a Jack Ass." All of the Gryffindors laughed.
"Wow, I've never heard that one before, Potter," sneered Flint.
"You better shut up," said Draco loudly.
"What are you going to do Malfoy, get your thugs to beat me up? Or better yet, get your daddy to do it".
"Hey!" I said, smelling danger. Before I could say anymore, Flint slapped me in the stomach to shut me up. Kayla was looking at Draco, then Harry, and back to Draco again a couple times. She obviously thought this was getting a little out of hand. Flint was still smiling. I knew he wanted to see Draco hit Harry, it had been a long time since they got into a fight. I didn't try to stop it anymore because I knew Draco would only get mad at me. Draco never really did get a chance to prove himself against Harry.
"We actually have permission," said Wood.
"No one asked you, Wood," said Draco smoothly.
"Shut up Malfoy!" said Harry
"Why should I? All he is to you is a coach, and all he is to me is a filthy Gryffindor goodie goodie!" said Malfoy. Draco tapped his broom on Wood's forehead. Harry dove at him, knocking Draco to the ground. Draco kicked harry off him and stood back up, furious.
"Helpless now that your body guards aren't here, huh?" said harry. But Harry couldn't say more before Draco punched him hard in the eye. Kayla, along with all the other Gryffindors gasped. Draco kneeled down and punched him again, and again.
"Get off him!" I said yanking Draco off of Harry who was lying on the ground with a busted lip and a black eye. He didn't show that he was hurt, he just stared a penetrating stare at Draco, who was fighting to get out of my grasp. I threw him onto the ground and said,
"What's the matter with you, I know you really wanted to do it, but you should have let it go. " he had a nosebleed where Harry had hit him back. He had a look of disgust on his face.
"You heard him. He doesn't think I can do anything by myself. Do you know how long I've been waiting to do that to him?" He said through gridded teeth.
"Yes, but you could get in loads of trouble for fighting." I said.
"No I couldn't. Snape would have paid to see what just happened."
"Well, yes, that's true" I agreed, "but still, Mcgonagall will have your ass for it".
"Who cares, I did what I felt I had to do." Said Draco.
"Are you satisfied, Malfoy?" said Kayla.
"As a matter of fact, Kayla, I am." He said. Stunned, the Gryffindors left, but to my surprise, Kayla stayed.
"I never thought I'd be seeing you again," I said quietly.
"What, did you think we stopped being friends because I haven't been around lately?" Kayla asked.
"Well, yeah." I said.
"I think not," Kayla said proudly. I took off on my broom and look back at Kayla who was waving.
Practice went well that morning. Everyone was still talking about the fight. Draco dozed off on his broom and was about to fall off. I grabbed the beater's stick and smacked a bludger toward him. The bludger whizzed by his head. It startled him so much; he almost fell off again. "Wake up!" I yelled.
"WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO, KILL ME!" he yelled back. I just smiled.
After practice, we started for the castle. Draco wasn't bleeding anymore but he didn't wipe up his bloody nose.
When we reached the Great Hall, a few people came up to Draco and slapped him hard in the back and pointed at Harry, who also didn't clean up his busted lip and still had the black eye. I collapsed onto a bench and put my head down on my empty plate. I was exhausted. I sat back up and laid my broom own on the floor. The food appeared and everyone began to eat.
Can you pass the salt?" Draco asked me, "never mind, I'll get it…. Accio, salt!" the salt flew through the air and into his hands.
I left lunch early. I went back up to the common room to see if I could get some sleep before the match. I managed to fall asleep for 2 hours and I woke up to find most of the Slytherins in the common room, a small crowd in the corner was celebrating Draco's winning fight against Harry. Millicent Bullstrode was one of them. She didn't like me much. I didn't like her much either. She frightened me a little bit. She was a large girl and I didn't really want to interfere in whatever she did ever since she had Hermione in a headlock in our second year.
When 5:00 o'clock came around, everybody was emptying onto the Quidditch field. The team was in the locker room a half an hour before the match. We heard Lee Jordan speaking to the crowd.
"That's our signal," said Flint "Now, we can win this one. This is up to you, Draco. We need that snitch, and fast. Harry has eagle eyes." He slapped Draco hard on the back. It was cold when we got out of the locker room. We walked out onto the field. The crowd burst into cheers. We mounted our brooms and took off. Madame Hooche released the quaffle. I grabbed it and broke into speed straight toward the goal posts. I dodged Fred's bludger and kept going. I swerved around Alicia and took a sharp turn to dodge another bludger. I gave a last burst of speed and threw the quaffle through a goal post. The crowd roared.
"Damn it!" said Wood angrily.
"Better luck next time," I yelled over my shoulder.
Flint was now in possession of the quaffle. He passed it to me and I threw it again at the goals, but this time Wood caught it and passed it to Alicia. She bounded toward our goals. I caught up with her and hit it out of her arms and Flint flew under her and caught it. He passed it to me again. A Gryffindor chaser kicked me in the ribs and I spun out of control, losing the quaffle. I gained control of my broom and I looked up and Gryffindor scored one. I stole the quaffle from Alicia again and was determined to make a comeback. I ducked to keep from being hit in the head with George's bludger and shot towards the goals. I threw the quaffle as hard as I could and it brushed the bottom of Wood's feet as it went in.
"Another 10 points to Slytherin" said Jordan dully.
Flint slapped my hand as I flew by. Draco yelled, "wicked flying!"
Fred then hit Flint with a bludger in the stomach. "FUCK!" Flint gasped. He went after Fred and hit him in the stomach back. Slytherin, out of the four houses, was the roughest at Quidditch. I sped off to steel the quaffle and scored again for Slytherin. Something red whizzed by my head. It was Harry; he was after the snitch. Then something green whizzed by again. This time it was Draco. He was right on top of Harry. Then Draco was right next to him now with his hand extended. Harry punched Draco in the lip, but Draco was still next to him. Then Harry elbowed him in the side and Draco spun off, clutching his side. I sped after Harry; I caught up with him a few seconds later. And knocked him off course with my shoulder. Flint laughed so hard that I could here him all the way on the other side of the field. Draco took advantage of the time Harry was off course and was in arm length with the snitch. But Harry's Firebolt was too fast for Draco's Nimbus 2001. He snatched it. The crowd roared with cheers. Gryffindor won the match.
I gave a deep sigh. This came of no surprise to me. Harry was an amazing seeker. I knew of his father's history. I had walked by his plaque many times over the course of my stay at Hogwarts.
Everyone in the common room was groping around, muttering curse words under their breath.
"Oh, well, he could have caught it on his own. I was just mad that Harry was kind of beating him up out there. Potter's damn Firebolt is our problem" I said.
I yawned and I picked up Draco's bag up and put it by a desk. I turned around and found a crumpled piece of paper on the floor. I picked it up and un-crumpled it to see if it was trash. It read…
Crabbe,
I really like her. I have been best friends with her for like forever. The problem is I don't think she likes me. I want to take the relationship to a new level, but I don't know what my father would think if I told him.
My heart sank. It was in Draco's handwriting. Draco must have slipped this to Crabbe before the party. I crumpled it back up quickly and stuffed it back into Draco's bag, not mentioning to Kayla. When I was done, I went straight up to bed.