Chapter 9

The week passed very slowly, but Friday night Blaiz invited her to go into Hogsmeade with him again, so she had that to look forward to.

"So what, you and Blaiz are going steady now?" asked Draco as he walked up behind her on the way back from dinner Friday night.

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh I just heard through the grape vine that you and Blaiz were going on a date tomorrow morning."

"Not that it's any of you business, but no. We're friends. You see, some people can actually hang out without trying to get into the other's pants. We're hanging out."

He laughed out. "If that's all you think that he is thinking about then you have another thing coming."

She rolled her eyes and sped up.

"Slow down," he said still with a laugh to his voice.

"No, I don't want to talk to you."

"Woo, feisty."

"Go to hell Malfoy!"

"Only if you come with me"

She weaved through the people and caught up wither friends.

"What was that about?" asked Courtney curiously.

"What do you think?" responded Kelsey with outside irritation. "Just Malfoy being a jack off as usual."

Amber and Courtney exchanged a curious look.

"Are you going to try out for Quidditch tomorrow afternoon?" asked Amber.

Kelsey lightened up, "Yep, for beater."

Courtney and Amber both laughed, "You would be perfect for that."

The next morning she woke up fairly early and fixed her hair, threw on a pair of jeans and headed down the stairs to find Blaiz waiting for her.

"You ready?"

"Pretty much," she laughed in response.

She felt her legs a little shaky as she pulled on her pants and laced them up. Grabbing her bag, she headed down the stairs of her dorm, bumping into Draco – literally.

"Well, Marius, I didn't expect to see you trying out for the team."

"Well, I then I guess you shouldn't expect things from me." She smiled smartly. "Don't worry Malfoy; I'm not going for seeker. I won't be stealing you're position this year."

"Okay good," he sighed sarcastically. She laughed.

The tryouts weren't hard, and she had confidence in her performance. Not to the point where she was cocky, albeit, but there was only two other girls trying out and both were a third years. So she wasn't surprised to find out that night that she had made the team.

Below the list of names it said: "Meeting tonight for all new and old team members in the Slytherin locker rooms after dinner".

So after dinner she made her way down to the dark pitch.

"Ok," started Draco, of course, the new team captain, "this week you will have off, but don't think that you won't be working you asses off at practice. We weren't worked hard enough last year and we're going to try some new things this year. So be ready." He paused and looked around at all of them. "And I don't want to hear any complaining to anyone about it. You can go."

"What? You mean we walked down here just to hear you say like what, twenty words," called out one of the chasers.

"Yes, Vega, I made you all walk down here just to hear that. But, if you'd prefer, I can keep you longer and stop any of your might-be plans from happening."

"No!" called out a few people in unison.

"Ok then," he laughed almost smugly, "then you can go."

Everyone got up and started to leave, but Draco stopped Kelsey, "Kelsey can you stay after for a little bit, I want to talk to you."

The other teammates had grins on their faces as they headed out. Kelsey stayed seated on the bench while Draco stood leaning against the wall.

She shook her head and laughed. "You look like such a dork, standing there leaning against the wall, trying to be cool." She stood up and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?" he asked, like he was in control.

"If you think I owe you something because you had me make the team then you're wrong."

He grinned at her. "How are you feeling?"

She looked at him suspiciously. "Why? Did you slip me something?"

He laughed loudly. "No, I did not slip you anything," he said walking over to her, "but it's not a bad idea."

"Why? You'd rather have a girl who is crazy and able to beat you're ass over a girl who sane and able to beat your ass."

"I might," he moved still closer. "I don't know so I couldn't tell you." He was standing right up to her, a half of foot or so taller than her. "I'd be more than willing to test it out."

She moved her hand up his leg and rested it on his, sensitive area, "I bet you would," and squeezed hard.

"OW! F-!" She took that opportunity to move away from him and head for the door. He recovered quickly and moved after her. "What was that for?" he asked holding himself. She shrugged and smiled evilly. He grinned the same way back at her, all his intentions showing his eyes. She started to back away from him only to be cornered into the wall by him. They both knew what was going to happen it she didn't think of something quick.

"Why are you resisting?" He moved closer to her. "You know it makes me want you more."

"And what, giving in makes you not want me."

He smiled, moving still closer. "Unless you can think of a completely good reason for me not to, I'm going to kiss you, whether you say you like it or not. I'll let you pretend that you don't want it, and then you can stop it after a while and smack me. Then who knows, maybe you'll hate me for another few days." He moved even closer, still not quite to her.

"Umm…" she searched her head for something. "I've never done this before…."

"There's a first time for every thing…."

"I don't know what I'm doing."

"I'll show you."

"I'm scared."

"You can only conquer your fears by yielding to it."

"We could get caught."

"I'll take the blame." He was now to her. He paused and waited for her to say more. "Any more?" she shook her head.

Her heart started beating fast. There's something about knowing that you are going to be kissed, before it actually happens. You know it's going to happen, and yet you are powerless to stop it, not saying you would always want to of course.

"Wait, I –" she started to buy time to no avail.

His lips pressed to hers and she instantly became caught up in the moment. He stomach was twisting in knots, but she wasn't thinking of that. She wasn't thinking of anything. She still wasn't thinking when his warm hand started to slowly slide up her shirt. She started realizing just what was happening, when his hand stopped moving and rested on the outside of her bra.

Shocked, she pulled away and looked at him questioningly, but soon gained her composure again. She moved away from him and smiled sexily. Without talking Kelsey walked out of the locker room and made her way back up to the school.

"So, I hear you stayed late with Draco to discuss Quidditch matters." Courtney stated more than asked.

"Hmm?" she furrowed her eyebrows looking at her, not hearing her at first. "Oh, yeah, that. He seems to think I owe him something for my making the team.

"Hmm, well maybe he owes you something for you making the team."

"What?" she laughed out. "What he thinks make more sense, HAHA and that makes no sense at all!"

"Well, you can see it as you owe him something, but you know, the team will now be better with you on it." They both laughed together.

"Hmm, you have a point… maybe I'll make him work pay me back for that. Of course not at practice or on the pitch, but it's all the same…."