A.N: Yes, I know it's been forever since I've updated this, I'm such a bad (busy) person. But whatever. Two more chapters, and then Part 1 is over..

Chapter 3 Paper-Thin Ice

When the group, led by Harry, reached Quidditch field #6, they all looked up to see Draco Malfoy and his goonies. Today his goons were the regulars- Crabbe and Goyle, the flirt- Pansy, and the unexpected- Blaise.

"Malfoy!" Harry yelled. Draco stopped and looked down If he was surprise to see Harry, he sure masked it well.

"Well, well, well." he said as he spiraled slowly down towards them. "Lookie what we've got here guys." His goonies joined his descent to the ground. Draco put on a look of mock surprise. "It's the famous Harry Potter!

Pansy looked at the group on the ground with open disgust. "What are they doing here?"

"Getting our field back!" Ginny shouted in reply.

Draco's eyebrows raised, "Your field?" he asked expectantly.

"Yeah! Our field!" Harry shouted back. "We had it reserved!"

"Hey Malfoy!" Ginny called. "What happened to your face?" Everyone turned to Ginny in confusion, then turned to look at Draco's face.

Draco's normally perfect ceramic pale face had indeed taken some damage. There was a clean cut above his left eyebrow and a barely noticeable (partly because he was in the air and they were on the ground) bruise on his right cheekbone.

Draco dismissed Ginny's question, though he had obviously heard it. "What're you gonna do?" he sneered. "Make us leave?"

Harry was about to reply that yes, that's exactly what they were going to do., when Hermione leaned over and whispered something in his ear. Harry considered this, then shouted, "Hey Malfoy! We'll play you for the field!"

Now Draco considered this, then answered, "Fine! What do you want, if by some great miracle, you do happen to win?"

"The field, duh!"

Draco let out an exasperated sigh and rolled his eyes."Well, yeah! What else Potter?"

"Ummmmm..." Harry had to think about this. He glanced at Ginny. "You have to tell me what happened to your face!"

Draco's face fell and he flushed a whiter shade of pale. He was obviously flustered, but tried not to let it show as he replied, "Whatever. If I win... I wanna ride your new broom!"

Harry instinctively clutched his broom tighter. "Well.. I guess." But we'll win. he thought We'd better.

"One of your people needs to stay grounded!" Blaise called.

All heads turned to Hermione. "What?" she asked. "You think I actually planned on leaving the ground anyway? No thanks, I'll stay down here." And with that, Harry, Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny mounted their brooms and took off. Turns out, Ginny was a pretty good Chaser, but Ron absolutely sucked at being Keeper. Sure, he'd improved a little, but no enough to count for much, so the "Slytherin" team kept scoring points and when Harry finally caught the Snitch, it put the teams at a tie.

Both teams descended to the ground, fully exhausted.

Once Draco had caught his breath, he asked Harry, "So, since we both won, do we both get what we want."

Harry was about to retort that, no, they don't, but curiosity go the better of him," Sure. So, what happened to your face?"

"Ah-ah-ah Potter," Draco said waving a finger in front of Harry's face. He held out his hand expectantly. "Broom?" Harry hesitated, but handed Draco his broom with a super-death glare warning. Draco mounted and took off, looping and swirling at top speed and actually seemed to be enjoying himself. When he came back down, he was exhausted once again.

"So, tell me now," Harry said.

A pained expression washed across Draco's face. "Bludger," he said calmly.

"Bloody liar," said George. "Tell the truth."

"Alright," Draco grumbled. He leaned in towards Harry.

Harry leaned back. "What are you doing Malfoy?"

"I'm not going to tell them!"

Harry rolled his eyes and returned to his upright position. Draco leaned in close enough hat Harry could feel his breath on his ear. Harry flinched and backed up.

"What!" Draco exclaimed.

Harry rubbed his ear. "You were way too close," he mumbled.

Draco glared at him. "You think I liked it? God Potter." Draco took out his wand and pointed it behind him. "Accio bag," he mumbled. His bag flew to him. He took out a quill and a scrap of parchment. Quickly he scrawled something onto the parchment, folded it, handed it to Harry and put his quill away. "Read it later," Draco told him as he stood up. "Show it to anyone and you're DEAD." Then he left with his goonies trailing after him.

"I wanna see!" Ginny exclaimed once Draco was out of earshot.

Harry shook his head. "No. I won't stoop to his level. If he doesn't want to show anyone... then I won't." With that said, he folded the piece of parchment a few more times and shoved it into his back pocket.

-tbc-

A.N. To those of you who have been reading Signed in Blood, I apologize deeply, but I will not be able to update until the middle of next week due to my "Presidential responsibilities" -deep bow-. Gomen.