"What the he…" before he could finish his remark Carl offered him his hand.
"Sorry. Pat lost the quaffle," Carl smiled. His violet eyes catching Harry's gray ones.
"Really? Try and keep the ball butterfingers. You won't do well in the quidditch pitch with that kind of control," Harry spat and brushed off his robes.
"Pat is really a fair beater. He's helping me practice," Harry assessed the scene. Carl was on a broomstick and so was another boy with black hair and bright blue eyes. They were wearing Slytherin quidditch robes.
"Why are you practicing now?" Harry asked.
"Well… never too early don't you think? When's try outs anyway?" Carl asked Harry back.
"I'll try and get practice in next week. We've got to beat Gryffindors," Harry got a mental image of Slytherin winning the quidditch and house cups and a sensation of pride filled him. Victory…
"Draco?" Carl asked.
"What?" Harry asked annoyed.
"Get to class,"
"Don't tell me what to do… first year,"
"Doesn't mean that I can't talk to your father…" Harry glared at him, "Get to class, Draco," Carl said in a mocking patronizing voice. Harry walked towards the greenhouses for Herbology. There was something about that Carl kid that just wasn't normal.
That night at dinner Draco couldn't help but have the feeling that someone was watching him.
"Draco? What's wrong? You're all jumpy…" Pansy asked concerned from across the table.
"I don't know… Does it feel like someone's watching you?"
"No… Why? Do you think someone's watching you?"
"Yeah…" Harry tried to get his mind off that feeling of dread, "I think quidditch practice will start next week. I've got to find a couple of chasers and a keeper," Harry looked around, it barely occurred to him that he should think it slightly strange that he knew that information, but considering what Professor Popa had said, it wasn't that strange.
As Harry looked around his eyes met with a pair of bright violet eyes. Carl was staring at him and when he realized that their eyes had met, without breaking eye contact, he smiled a crooked grin.
Harry furrowed his brow and Carl winked and returned to his dinner. Harry looked over at the Gryffindor table. Draco and Hermione were having their own little conversation.
"Well what do you say Harry?" a first year was asking Draco, "Do you think I'd make the team?" Draco had just finished a try-out in the quidditch pitch before dinner.
"Well… I think you'd do better as a chaser rather then a keeper. Besides we already have a great keeper," Draco had sifted through the past year memories from Harry's point of view and even though Ron knew it was Draco he still flushed, but he continued to eat his dinner. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"So Harry," Hermione started, "How is that practice going for Professor Popa?" she wanted to shift attention to herself for a while.
"… I haven't really started…" Draco mumbled to Hermione. She glared at him from across the table, "What! I was… busy," at that Hermione blushed. Of course he was 'busy' he was with her. They had walked around the lake a couple of times, holding hands.
A/N Louise and Mel, I hope you like this because (once again) this is ALL I have left written! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! lol it's ok I'll be alright i think
Liz
