Chapter 10

None of them knew it at the time, but that week before Quidditch practice started would be the best, most relaxing one they would have until the season was over. Monday came, as did those hour and half long practices. The first ten minuets of practice were spent flying laps around the pitch. The rest of practice, for the next two weeks, five days a week, was spent conditioning: running up and down the pitch for five minuets, push-ups, crunches, and ball throwing drills for everyone, ball hitting skills for everyone, and lifting weights. By the end of those two weeks, not only were they used to going to bed unable to move, being extremely tired, but, they were getting to the point where the conditioning didn't much hurt any more. On top of all that however, the entire team wanted to take their, for the most part unused, booms and beat Draco over the head with them.

"Ok," Draco was about to give them a lecture they didn't want to hear Friday after practice. "I know all of you want to probably kill me right about now, and I don't blame you, I want to kill myself." Everyone laughed. "But since you haven't yet, you can have this weekend off. Starting Monday, practices are two hours long, half conditioning and half game practice. I'm very confident in us this year. You can all go now."

They groaned as the got up from the benches in the locker room and went off back to the school.

"Kelsey, will you please stay."

She groaned, taking her over coat off and throwing her stuff back down on the benches.

"You better not try anything Draco, I may be worn out as hell, but you've made it so I can easily kick you ass, much to my silent refusal."

He laughed and walked over to her. "Well, I won't try anything if you refuse."

"I absolutely refuse."

"Really?" he was giving her that look. It's the look guys give you and you can tell they are probably undressing you with their eyes.

"Yes really, stop being all horny Draco and put it back where it came from."

"Will you help me?"

"HAHA!" she burst out laughing. "That was the corniest pick up line I have every heard, and trust me I've heard a few ones close. I would've expected more from you Mr. Malfoy." He started walking closer to her, again. "You know, I think you owe me a little something."

He stopped. "And what makes you think that?"

"I'm on the team aren't I?" He nodded. "Well, Courtney, you know how she's oh so smart. She pointed out to me that now the team is better with me on it. Therefore, as opposed to me owing you something for being on the team, I believe you owe me something."

He smirked, walking over to her and taking her hand in a flirtatious way. "What ever you want, I'll give you."

"Oh goody, now you're going cheesy; but, if you insist. Hmm… I'll have to get back to you on that one."

"Are you sure there's nothing you want right now?" he lightly grazed his fingers over her arm, making her knees weak. His eyes flashed devilishly.

"No…" her voice quivered. Damn it, he can see what he's doing. Trying to keep her voice stiff, she said, "I am good for now, but thank you." She cringed, that came out more pained then unwavering.

He smiled, "Right, well, you can get back to me on that. For now, I'm going to go take a shower, but if you want to wait a little I'll walk you up to the school. You know, since it's so dark and cold, and that great oaf Hagrid seems a little lonely, you wouldn't want him to get a hold of you."

Her eyes narrowed and she scoffed. "Watch your mouth Malfoy before I do something about it."

He laughed at her seriousness and pulled his shirt off. "Are you sure you don't want to wait, maybe come in and join me," he started untying his pants.

"Uh, no, I'm good." She got out as fast as she could before her head started to tell her something different.

She walked very slowly back to the school and by the time she was heading down towards the dungeons Draco was caught up with her.

"You are not a very shy person are you?"

"Well, I suppose that all depends on who it is I'm not being shy to," he put his arm around her and she looked loathingly at his hand that was wrapped around to the other side of her.

"Yeah, I can tell." She shrugged it off and started walking faster. But with his long legs he was more than able to keep up with her.

"You tired?" he asked as if nothing was wrong or off center at all, as if he was just a regular person she would talk to.

"No," she said sarcastically. "Yes, are u kidding me, of course I'm tired— Hey Harry, fancy seeing you here."

He laughed, ignoring Draco. "Hello Kelsey, what are you doing out and about so late?"

"My Quidditch coach is a dictator and works us until we can't work anymore." Harry looked up at Draco, big mistake.

"What are you doing around here Potter?" he said harshly, "taking more remedial potions classes like last year?"

"That's none of your business Malfoy."

"Well, I believe it is, especially if you are fraternizing with my players. I think you need to learn your place Potter and learn not to talk back."

"And I suppose you think you are the one to teach me that. I don't think you have quite the wits or mind power to be able to accomplish a task quite as difficult as that."

Draco whipped out his wand and Harry directly after, "You'll learn you need to keep your mouth shut Potty."

"Holy lord, both of you, stop it!" she pulled out her wand, "Expelliarmus!" Draco's wand flew out is his hand and into hers. "Goodbye Harry, I'll talk to you later," she gave him a strong but apologetic look.

Once Harry had started to leave she headed, in the opposite direction, to the Slytherin dorms. "HEY! YOU, wait up!" Draco called after her.

"What?!" she spun around to face him.

"What was that all about? I could've jinxed him; he could've gotten me when you took my wand away."

"Oh deal with it Draco."

"Wait, I think for that, you putting my life in danger and all, you owe me something."

"What are you on about? I don't owe you anything and you know it." She took the second he had before he was able to respond and walked through the portal to their common room.

When she stepped inside she noticed every one crowding around the bulletin board looking at something.

"What is it?" Kelsey asked a kid in first year.

"Something for the older kids, fifth through seventh I think. A ball, they need people know how to dance to go and sign up. It's for some competition."

Draco was standing close behind and heard everything. The two made eye contact and Kelsey shook her head. "No Draco, you're not going to put us on there."

"Yes I am," he laughed, "I'm going to get a kick out of this."

"Draco don't you dare.

One thing that was left to be said is that when Draco and Kelsey were younger they were "playmates", not getting along very well, but playmates all the same. Their mothers got it into their minds one summer after 3rd year to make them take dance lessons together from a tutor. They were good, they had a few wild routines, a little behind on the dance moves, not too much could be done with two young teenagers who didn't much like to touch one another.

Draco ran up to the board and quickly scrawled their names on the list with irremovable ink.

"I swear to you!" she walked right up to him, trying to get as much in his face as possible. "I'm going to beat your ass Draco!"

"That's fine by me, as long as you can still dance. You know we'll need to work on those routines a bit, they're a bit too… distant," he ran his fingers up her back, "if you know what I mean."

She pushed away from him. "Meet me in the room of requirement tonight at 9, don't be late, and don't get caught."