Disclaimer: Nothing changed from the last disclaimer; I still don't own them. The new characters however are property of this story and its plot. Danny, Jesse, Callie, Christy, Angel, Nathan, and Matt are original characters.

Author's Note: Thanks so much for reading!

Chapter Five

"Listen, I'm sorry," He said, stirring me out of my daydream.

"What?" I said, feeling my face flush red. The mean-spirited article was quickly shoved into my bag.

"I shouldn't have brought up Potter. I mean, I'm not saying that you and I are friends or anything now, but we might as well be civil towards each other."

Draco Malfoy was apologizing? I had a feeling that a part of hell just froze over. "Um, what brought on this sudden change of…personality?"

"My therap-, I mean friend, told me that I have to control my temper." Draco said, now matching my red face. "I am trying to get along, don't read too much into it, Weasley."

Ahh, there's the Draco we all know and hate.

"I wasn't reading into anything, Malfoy." I replied, but he continued on, clearly not listening to me.

"I just have enough on my plate with meeting new team mates and the pressure of this team, and I don't have enough energy to continue this witty banter with you."

"Fine, I'll save the witty banter for my next victim."

"Thank you." He said, sitting down next to me on the bench. "What were you writing?"

My face was now really burning up. My article was cruel and mean towards him, even if I didn't like him, I couldn't let him see it. "Um, you know."

Draco smirked. "If I knew, I wouldn't have asked. Is it about yours truly?"

"Yeah, I am writing you a letter about my undying love for you," I teased, sighing. Draco raised an eyebrow and gave me the tiniest smile.

"Well, I am flattered."

"I would give it to you, but I don't know if I want to boost your ego anymore. Any bigger and it might explode." I told him. He clutched his chest as if I had shoved a dagger in his heart and laughed.

"I think I'll get over it." He said before suddenly turning towards the window, giving me the cold shoulder. He acted as if he had gotten too close to me and was now going to push me away.

That he did for the rest of the ride. He stared out the window for awhile longer before excusing himself by claiming he needed to get a drink, never coming back. In fact, I didn't see him again until we were at the station. A guy in a bright red England Quidditch sweatshirt was waving a huge sign that read "MALFOY AND WEASLEY: OVER HERE!" Draco was standing next to him, his face buried in his hands, making it quite obvious that this guy was embarrassing him. "Ahh, Miss Weasley," the hyper red sweatshirt guy said, taking the bag out of my hand. "Welcome!"

"Hi!" I said, trying to return his same level of enthusiasm. Seeing as how I was facing a month away from friends and family, stuck following around a quidditch team, not to mention hanging out with Malfoy, and having just realized that the sign shouted our names and had flashing lights, I was unable to.

"The team is waiting for you," he said with an accent so thick that it would rival that of Oliver Wood's. "You will be living in the team house," he said to us.

'Both of us?" Draco asked.

"Well of course you are, silly!" The guy laughed at Draco. "You're part of the team! You crack me up!"

Draco rolled his eyes. "I meant her."

"Well, she's part of our quidditch family now." The guy smiled before smacking himself on the head. "Blimey! I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Danny; part of the team management. The rest of them are back with the team. Oh, you guys are gonna love the team. Especially that Callie, if you know what I mean," Danny said, elbowing Draco. Draco made a face and sped up his pace in order to get ahead of us.

"She's real pretty," Danny explained. I nodded, even though I did not know what any of the quidditch team looked like. Danny himself was tall, with a head of shaggy light brown hair that was obviously straightened. He only looked a little younger than Draco but acted more like he was fifteen.

"So who's on the team?" I asked, trying to be polite with conversation.

Danny, apparently loved to talk, and immediately jumped into a description of each team player. "Well, there's Callie of course, she real nice, she lent me her cauldron the other day when I accidentally blew mine up (Great, another Neville). She's a chaser, super chaser, even faster than her older sister. Christy is two years older than her. She's on the team too, but she's not her sister. Got a bit of temper, that one. She'd probably get along with that Draco character (Sounds like Christy and I will be best friends. Not.) Then there's Blaise, that crazy fool. Did you know he has a degree in healing? And he chose to play quidditch professionally instead. Weird one. He's nice though. There's also Nathan and Matt, beaters, quite good when they actually concentrate. They tend to get um, distracted; Nathan more by female fans and Matt by well, anything really. He's got the attention span of um, something with a really short attention span. He loves muggle things. Who am I forgetting? Ah, right, Jesse the Keeper. He is awesome. And in a band. Well, not really a good band, but it's a band. Just figured I'd tell you, because, you know, chicks dig guys in a band. I tried to get in the band because of that, I offered to play tambourine but Jesse said that wasn't really their style."

I didn't have that heart to tell him, that although girls did like guys in bands, they certainly would not go for the one that played the tambourine. The lead singer definitely, lead guitarist probably, the drummer possibly, the tambourine player never.

"Well, you'll meet them all later anyway. Don't worry, they'll love ya," He assured me as if I was nervous about what a bunch of quidditch players thought of me. Okay, fine, I admit, I so wanted them to like me, especially this Jesse character.

The drive to the quidditch team house was rather loud, at least on Danny's part anyway. Draco remained silent, his gaze fixated out the window. And there wasn't really much that I could chime in to Danny's description of the team colors ("red like strawberry shortcake, but without the cake part, so more like strawberry and royal blue the color blue that royals wear", those were his exacts words I swear, and what color blue do royals wear? Are they only allowed to wear one shade?) and how the grass of the quidditch pitch was this perfect shade of green ("not the color of celery green, more the color of broccoli"). This guy was crazy.

The second the limo pulled into the driveway, Draco leaped out, probably trying to escape Danny's rant about the cuteness of the team gerbil, Mousey. (They originally thought that he was a mouse, thus explaining the name Mousey)

"We are back!" Danny hollered into the house, carrying my bags, leaving Draco to take his own.

"In the kitchen, Dan!" A guy called back.

"Hi!" Danny said to the first guy, a guy in his mid twenties with blonde hair. He looked preppy; the kind of guy you'd expect to be the school heartthrob, every guy's idol, the muggle high school homecoming king.

"Hey, man," he said, outcooling Danny with just two words. He clapped him on the shoulder and then smiled at me. "Dan, who's your friend?"

"I told you I was going to pick up the new keeper and the reporter," Danny explained as if he was frustrated when it was clear that the blonde knew who I was and just wanted Danny to formally introduce us.

"Ginny Weasley," I said, shaking his hand.

"Jesse McCallister," he said with a smile that could melt a girl's heart into a puddle.

"Told you that you would like him," Danny whispered in my ear. "Oh, you have to meet Callie! Callie!"

A tall pale girl with curly white-blonde hair and freckles emerged from the deck with a dark brown short-haired guy, that was only maybe inch or two at the max taller than her. "What's up, Danny?" she asked, popping the top on a fruit punch bottle.

"I want you to meet Draco Malfoy and Ginny Weasley."

Draco nodded at her, with the same achieved coolness of Jesse. "Hey," he said with a smile that he had never looked at me with. There was no smirk behind it, no evil grin, just a plain, cute smile. I felt angry for an unexplainable second.

"You are the reporter? Cool!" Callie said, running over and hugging me. I could see why Danny seemed so crushed on her. Not to mention her beauty, she the female version of him, a little ditzy and energetic, with the mere exception that she was clearly part of the popular crowd. Her ditzy-ness probably made her popular whereas Danny's made him a bit of a joke.

The guy shook Draco's hand with his only free hand. The other was attached to a hand of short girl with so much make-up it was wonder I'd missed her earlier. "Nathan Tremaine," he said to me, kissing my hand. If looks could kill, the girl attached to his side would have made me drop dead on the spot. Clearly, she was one of the female fans that Danny thought "distracted" Nathan. He seemed as into her though as a dog with an old toy. I had a feeling that she wouldn't be hanging around much longer.

"Angel," she said, coldly, with no need for a last name. I wondered if Nathan even knew it.

Nathan dropped her hand and took the fruit punch right out of Callie's delicate hand. He downed a good portion of it before handing it back to her. Callie didn't object; apparently Nathan had done this before. Angel on the other hand looked quite upset that he had dropped her hand and had chosen to sip from Callie's punch rather than the glass in her own hand.

"Nathan, sweetie, you can have some of mine," she said, offering him her cup.

"Angela babe, Callie gave me some of hers." I had my answer; Nathan didn't even know her first name.

Angel didn't correct him, she just shot Callie one those death glares that she apparently hadn't reserved for only me.

"So," Nathan said, completely unaware of that his companion looked ready to pounce Callie in a cat fight. "Where's your sister?" he said, looking right at me.

I was startled. "Um, I don't have a sister," I told him.

Nathan laughed and pointed to Callie. It hit me that he was asking her and not me. My face matched Danny's sweatshirt.

"I'm right here," A grouchy voice snapped, setting a rather large broom bag down on the table.

Christy was certainly not her sister's clone. She was pretty, but she would have been a whole lot prettier without the attitude. She wasn't as tall as Callie and her hair was dead straight, an auburn color, not the perfect blonde curls her sister was blessed with. She had more freckles than her and was wearing black rimmed glasses that I was pretty sure were just an accessory not a necessity.

"You must be the new seeker. It's great to meet you," She said, grabbing my hand and shaking it.

"Um, actually I-" I started to explain but was cut off by a blonde git.

"Actually, I'm the seeker," Draco said, extending a hand.

Christy ignored and made a face. "Just what we need, another guy on the team. Like we don't have enough as it is."

"What is wrong with guys?" Angel asked, clearly not as threatened by Christy as she was of Callie.

"Um, who are you?" Christy asked, spinning around to face Angel. Her tone was accusing, apparently Christy was not tolerant of Nathan's distractions.

"I'm Angel, Nathan's biggest fan," She said, pulling on the sleeve of Nathan's fleece pullover.

"Oh, then I know you," Christy told her as she pulled her broom out of the broom bag. "Nathan's biggest fan was here last week and the week before. My, you change your hair a lot though. One week it was black, last week it was blonde, and now you are obviously a brunette with honey highlights. Why do you change appearance so much, Miss Nathan's Biggest Fan?"

Angel looked like she was about to cry. Callie put a hand on her shoulder which only pissed Angel off, due to her dislike of Callie. She attempted to pull Nathan out the door with her, but he stayed in place. Angel's eyes filled up before she stomped out the door and apparated away.

"I can't believe you said that to her," Nathan said to Christy. Christy just shrugged and motioned for him to open a drawer. He pulled out a pair of twig clippers and she began to trim her broom. "Thank Merlin, she left though. She was too clingy."

Now from the ten minutes that I knew Angel, I can't say that I was sorry to see her leave, but Christy and Nathan could have at least shown some compassion. She was just shot down by her celebrity crush in front of all his celebrity friends. Merlin, that is embarrassing even when you don't have to worry about some paparazzi lurking around for a picture of you post break-up.

"So, do you guys want a tour of the house?" Danny asked. Callie nodded happily, as if she had never seen it, before she grabbed Draco's arm and pulled him towards the other door. Jesse followed, Christy on his heels. I started to follow before Nathan grabbed my hand.

"You're lucky," he said, looking right at me with his crystal blue eyes.

"What?" I asked, startled by both the eyes and the question.

"You're lucky," he repeated, as if I hadn't understood the phrase, "that you don't have a sister. Because she would hate you."

What in Merlin's name was he talking about? If I had a sister, she would hate me? I didn't think I gave off any bad vibes when I walked in here. Was he still teasing me about answering his question?

"Excuse me?" I said, staring back.

Nathan laughed because clearly I didn't understand what he was saying. He leaned in and whispered, "She would be jealous; she could never be as pretty as you." He flashed his pearly white teeth before walking towards the direction of Danny's voice, explaining how the non-magical lights worked.

"Matt, he's not here right now, but he loves muggle things." Danny told me as we stood in the den. "During the break we had last month, he installed these lights. You just clap and it goes off. Of course, he's not very good with these muggle things and they actually sort of turn off when you don't clap too. They kind of have a mind of their own, but it's always nice to be able to tell people that we have muggle things in our house."

"It makes us seem like we are freaks," Jesse muttered, clearly not impressed with Matt's muggle objects. Draco nodded in agreement with Christy and Jesse. Nathan seemed unfazed with the lights.

Danny didn't stop his tour until he was sure we had seen everything, and when I say everything I mean everything. We saw underneath the stairs where they store the Christmas tree, we saw the coat closet, we even saw Jesse's jar of guitar picks, and Callie's sock drawer. The only thing I can say about Danny is that he is thorough.

"Dan, man, this tour can continue later, let's grab some food," Jesse said after Danny identified whose tooth brushes were whose (Matt-blue, Christy-purple, Callie-pink, Blaise-black, Jesse-orange, Nathan-red, Danny-white, I don't even know why he bothered identifying them since only two people share each bathroom)

"I could go with that," Nathan said, munching on a pumpkin pastry that he had picked up somewhere on the tour.

It was then settled that Callie, Christy, and Jesse would pick up the food while Draco and I unpacked. Danny disappeared in the midst of all the chaos, Merlin, you would be not believe how ravenous quidditch teams act when they're hungry, they're crazy. SO they went to find food while Nathan showed us our rooms.

The house was huge. Four floors plus the basement. Basement was used for storage, the first floor was just the kitchen, dining room and living room. The second floor was the game room, the trophy room, and the den. There were five bedrooms on the third floor; Jesse's room connected to Christy's through a bathroom. Matt's connected to Danny's new bedroom. The fifth bedroom used to be Danny's but apparently some experiment went wrong and that room was destroyed. Danny didn't go into details but Nathan claimed that Matt and Danny attempted to jinx some sort of muggle microwave to cool things really fast instead of heating them, and they accidentally blew it up. Apparently Matt still has the scar over his left eyebrow where the microwave door hit him. The fourth floor had five bedrooms as well. Nathan and Callie shared a bathroom between their rooms, Blaise had his own room and bathroom, and the seeker's room connected to the guest room. Guess who had the guest room and the seeker room. I tried to convince Nathan to let me have Danny's old room but he said it was condemned due to "potentially hazardous potion splatter." I have no idea if he was joking or not.

"You don't want to go in there," he told me as he lugged my suitcase up the stairs. I tried several times to tell him that he could just magic it up but Nathan seemed intent on using his muscles not magic. "It smells like a cross between coconut and gillyweed. I have no idea what those two were thinking."

"Well, it seemed like a good idea in theory," I said, feeling bad for poor Danny. Clearly, he was the house joke.

Nathan nodded. "That's the thing. Matt and Dan are like hugely smart, it's just their magic is a little you know, off."

"Wow," I said, losing my breath for a second when Nathan opened the door to my bedroom. It was gorgeous. I mean, pillow soft carpeting, frilly soft bed, and a dreamy ceiling that sparkled like a sky on a sunny day. Two floor to ceiling windows were in the room, a window seat by each with a large potted plant of the prettiest flowering plant I have ever seen.

Nathan noticed I liked it and chuckled. "Are you sure you don't still want to trade it for the hole on the third floor that was once known as Danny's room?"

"I think I can settle living next to Draco for this room. This bed is so soft and comfortable! Oh, Merlin, I could stare at this ceiling for hours." I said, knowing darn well that I sounded like Fred when he went to the Zonko's outlet store.

"What is it with you and Draco? He doesn't seem too bad." Nathan pondered. "Did he hurt you? Cause if he hurt you, I'll take care of his seeker butt,"

As much as I would have liked to see Nathan deck Draco, I couldn't let him. "No, it's just we have some history.'

Nathan nodded as if he understood. "So when did you guys break up?"

"What?" I asked, bewildered.

"You mean you guys are still together? You guys acted pretty hostile towards each other, I just figured you broke up." Nathan said, taking a step back from me.

"We were never together!" I snapped.

"What?" Draco said, appearing from the connecting bathroom.

"He thinks we are a couple!" I said, for some reason pointing to Nathan as if he was an alien.

Draco's eyes nearly popped out of his head. "He thought what?!?!?"

"I know! That was my reaction exactly!" I said, still in shock.

"I would never go out with you!" He barked as if he couldn't get the words out fast enough.

"Okay, chill, I just thought…."

"Don't think, thinking is overrated!" Draco yelled, stomping back into his room.

"Who put the broomstick up his ass?" Nathan asked.

I had a feeling that this was going to be a very long. A very long month.

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