Chapter 5, Encounter with Malfoy
2 weeks until Quidditch tryouts and Sara had not trained in forever. So that afternoon Ron, Harry, and Hermione took her out to the Quidditch pitch and taught her everything about being a keeper, mostly Ron showed her everything but Harry and Hermione took roles in it too.
They were walking through the courtyard when Sara ran into something tall, muscular, and blonde.
"Oy!" "Oh I'm so sor-" she cut herself off when she looked at the boys face. "Well hello there cutie, fags…" motioning towards the trio.
"Malfoy, will you please move out of my way." Sara said sternly. "Oh, now why would I want to do that?" he said standing much taller than she was. "Leave her alone Malfoy!" Harry said moving beside Sara.
"Sod off Potty; me and little Miss Hottie are a little busy." He said taking out his wand just to show Harry that he wasn't kidding around. "Don't mess with me Potter." He said in a dangerous voice.
"Don't threaten him Malfoy!" Sara said glaring at him. "And what are you gonna do about it cutie?" Sara glared him for a moment when Harry saw her fingers move below Malfoy's chest.
Suddenly Malfoy grabbed his stomach and made a weird noise and ran off. Sara smiled as she turned back to face the trio.
"That was you wasn't it?" questioned Harry. Sara just smiled, winked and started to walk to her dormitory to get changed for dinner. "We'll meet you right outside your door ok?" Ron yelled. "No problem!" she yelled back.
Clueless to what would be waiting for her in the common room.
Sara entered the Slytherin common room and went upstairs to change robes. No sign of Malfoy, not yet at least. When she made her way down, she saw the cute blonde-haired Slytherin on the couch by the fire.
She wouldn't admit to anyone, except for Hermione, that he was a hottie! She walked quickly past the couches to the door. She thought, when she was almost at the door, that she was free from him, but she was dead wrong.
He grabbed her tightly around the waist and pulled her against him so that her back was to his chest and he was towering over her, only by a mere few inches. He dragged her back into a closet and shut the door locking them in.
He leaned down close to her ear and whispered "I didn't like the way you made me constipated earlier today." His tight on her waist tightened harder.
"Well you deserved it Malfoy!" she gasped out. "Hey, hey, hey, I'm using your first name, why can't you use mine?" She hesitated a bit.
"Fine Draco, what do you want?" "Well Sara, I've found out about the little secret of yours." "What are you talking about?" She said squirming in his arms, but she couldn't move.
He was too strong. "I know…" he whispered in her ear, and walked out of the closet and shut the door, leaving Sara all alone in the dark 4 by 5 ft room.
Sara made her way to the Great Hall, sat down with her friends.
"Guys, I think he knows." "Who knows what?" Ron questioned. "Malfoy, I think Malfoy knows about who I am and who my father is."
Sara said as a quiver went down her spine. "I think its time to call off the little spying job." Hermione said seriously.
"No! I can't call it off, I need to find out who is going to be or already is a-you-know-what." They all nodded at Sara and ate in silence for a while until Ron and Harry got on the topic of Quidditch, Sara was talking with Hermione.
"Sara, Malfoy is looking straight at you and…that's weird."
"What, what's weird?" Sara asked quickly. "Snape is looking at you too." Sara glanced really quickly toward the staff table and indeed, Professor Snape was looking right at her.
"Well what should I do?" She asked a little frightened. "Just remain calm, and you know what, we can head off to the library before curfew since Dumbledore has already allowed us to leave."
Sara nodded in agreement and they both stood up, said there good-bye's and walked straight out the door laughing at a joke Sara told.
They didn't realize that a certain blonde, greasy git, and a sweet headmaster whose eyes were twinkling, were all staring at them as the left.