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Chapter 4: Harry's Dream

"I won't take this. I want a rematch," said Malfoy, getting to his feet.

"I won fare'n'square, Draco," said Rose. Harry saw Malfoy blush at being called on his first name as well.

"I won't play slave to you and companion to Potter!" Malfoy now yelled.

"Harry doesn't seem to be protesting, though," said Rose, squinting at Harry, who was just getting up.

"I don't want to be with Malfoy twenty-four seven too," Harry started. "But you won, and that's the consequence."

"Why are you always trying to be saintly, Potter!" Malfoy rounded on Harry. "Why can't you just protest! I'm not asking you to help me, Potter! I'm simply saying that maybe if you tried to argue, we wouldn't be having to waste time with each other!"

Harry was not able to reply.

"Training starts tomorrow at eight," said Rose simply, as if Malfoy had not been yelling moments ago. "We better get back in, before your handler kills me."

Rose started walking back towards the tall building. Harry decided to follow, but Malfoy stood rooted to the spot. Harry waited until Rose was out of earshot and turned to Malfoy.

"You know what, I get you're just disagreeing because of me," grinned Harry. "But look on the bright side. You're gonna get to spend a lot of time with your crush."

Harry had just figured out what Malfoy's stares meant. Malfoy blushed furiously in the blink of an eye.

"You… What are you talking about?" hissed Malfoy.

"Oh, come on… You know perfectly well what I'm talking about."

"How did you know?"

"Why do you care?" smirked Harry. "What you should worry about is my memory, Malfoy."

Malfoy's eyes widened.

"I might forget that it's supposed to be a secret," said Harry, malice dripping from his every word. Malfoy was not able to respond. Harry felt the contentment of being able to blackmail Draco Malfoy.

All throughout the orientation for the Hogwarts students and even at dinner, Malfoy shot furious glances at Harry, who just kept smirking at him. Ron and Hermione found this really weird so they asked Harry about it.

"I found out something about Malfoy," Harry said as Alex led them to the common room once again. Ron and Hermione waited expectantly. "He has a crush on – "

Harry's statement was cut short when they entered the common room. Malfoy was sitting on the same chair he had occupied earlier, a small table in front of him, and seated across the table, Rose. She and Malfoy had been talking, but as Alex, Harry, Ron, and Hermione entered, Malfoy looked up and smirked at Harry.

"Harry, who?" said Hermione.

"What? Oh – who? What who? His crush? Oh – " said Harry, distracted by Malfoy.

"Where's Raven?" Rose asked Alex.

"I don't know. I think she's still at the dining hall. I'm not sure," said Alex, taking a seat beside Malfoy. He motioned for Harry and the others to sit too, and Harry was forced to sit beside Rose.

"Probably at the dining hall, arranging with a new guy," laughed Rose. Alex smiled sheepishly. On they talked about Raven's past flings. Ron and Hermione were chatting beside Harry about an unknown topic.

Malfoy caught Harry 's eye and mouthed something Harry did not get. He shot Malfoy a questioning look. Malfoy smirked and mouthed again. Clearer, this time. Harry realized what he was saying.

You like her too, Potter.

Harry raised his eyebrows at Malfoy. Malfoy's smirk widened.

"I'm goin' to sleep," said Rose suddenly, getting up from her chair.

"I thought you had Quidditch practice today," said Alex.

"The captain's moved it to tomorrow mornin' at five."

"You're the captain."

"I know," said Rose. She turned and made her way to the stairs to the girls' dormitory. At the foot of the stairs, she turned and addressed Harry and Malfoy. "Training starts t'morrow at three-thirty AM. Don't be late, you two."

"You're her trainees now!" said Alex, sounding amazed. "What did you do to piss her off?"

"What do you mean what did we do?" said Malfoy. Harry did not understand as well.

"Don't tell me you don't even know how trainees get picked out by the great Rose Ashworth," said Alex, smiling mischievously. Harry and Malfoy looked back at him blankly. "Trust me, you're in for something nasty."

Harry lay awake in bed, wondering what Rose was planning to do with him and Malfoy. Why did she want this? She was the one, after all, who offered the conditions.

Alex had told them that Rose usually made people her trainees when she was irritated at them and wanted to get back at them. But we played Quidditch and this was her prize for winning, so what does she want?

Alex had also explained exactly what training under the captain of one of the Quidditch teams at Bridgework meant.

"Quidditch teams here at Bridgework are grouped according to year level, but you can't call the first years underdogs since it's really the best of every year that we're trying to pick out. For the seventh years, the captain is Rose. Raven and Lair are also members of the team," Alex explained.

"Lair plays for Rose?" Ron asked. Harry saw his point. Lair was obviously not bowing to Rose.

"It took months to convince her, way back on our first year. I don't know how they got her to play with Rose as captain of the team. I remember her saying she doesn't want to be the captain, she just doesn't want Rose as the captain. Hahah! Still makes me laugh when I remember her yelling in the corridors about that.

"Anyways, trainees are selected by team captains. They select batchmates whom they think have potential to enter the team. Of course, not everyone gets in. Some fail the training, while most become substitute players. It's very rare for trainees to actually become star players.

"But to every captain's advantage, and to every batchmate's dismay, the training program is often abused, and captains use it to torment people in their year they dislike. Just as Rose, and every other captain, has been doing."

"But how come Harry and Malfoy become trainees? They're already captains of their house teams!" protested Hermione.

"No offense to you guys, but do you see your house banners decorated anywhere?" said Alex. "Your houses had been disbanded as soon as you agreed to come here. Your house teams are now nonexistent. Even your Prefect powers have diminished. You are still called Prefects, but what do you do? Nothing."

They all stared at Alex.

"So you're saying that everything we did at Hogwarts doesn't count anymore?" asked Ron in a slightly hurt tone.

"Well, the academics still do. But everything extra, they're all gone. But see here, we did not want this. The one who made this idea up was Lair, because she is the Head Prefect."

Harry heard footsteps outside his room, and saw a light click dead. Ron's gone to bed. Harry rolled on his bed. He had to sleep. He had training at three-thirty ­in the morning. This was too much punishment for losing an unofficial Quidditch match.

You like her too, Potter.

Harry remembered Malfoy's words. Did he really, though? Harry wasn't sure. He was amused by her traits, her punk style, especially by how she managed to shake Lair off everytime they got into a dispute. But did he like her? He did not know.

"Am not up to anythin'," Rose gasped for air.

Harry was pinning her to the wall of the locker room, one hand on her throat and the other on her shoulder. He went to the locker room after their training, and Rose was just getting ready to go back to the building. Harry, what are you doing! Harry realized that he was suffocating Rose, so he immediately let go of her neck and placed his hand on her waist instead.

"Why do you want Malfoy and I to train together!" hissed Harry. He did not get a reply. "I just want to know," he whispered.

Rose looked at him with pleading eyes, as though begging him to just not ask the question. Harry momentarily stared into her blue eyes, and then locked lips with her. The kiss deepened as he wrapped both his arms around her waist, as Rose, moaning, ran her hands across Harry's chest.

Harry was still enjoying the kiss when something hard hit him in the head.

"Ow!" Harry yelled, breaking the kiss.

He turned and saw a baseball bat lying on the floor. A baseball bat had appeared out of nowhere and hit him in the head? But a baseball bat was out of place in the magical world. Wizards don't play baseball. He reminded himself. Then the bat spoke.

"What are you still doing here, Potter!"

Harry opened his eyes. Staring down at him was an irritated-looking Malfoy, clutching his broom. Harry supposed Malfoy had used the broom to whack his head.

He was dreaming, Harry reminded himself as he dressed up. Malfoy came in at three-quarter and had been bossing him around as he got ready for their training. He was dreaming of Rose. Harry felt embarrassed. He had been kissing Rose in his dream. Harry shook the image off his mind as he glanced at the mirror before getting out of his room.

"I did not know you were vain, Potter," said Malfoy as they entered the common room. "Or maybe," he whispered, sneering as he turned to Harry. "You're trying to look good for Rose."

Harry's face grew hot and Malfoy laughed.

"Early," said Rose's voice. Harry was glad that Malfoy blushed too. "Ready for practice?" she said as she got up from the couch and out of the room. Malfoy followed. Harry had another fleeting vision of his dream, but he shook his head, as though it to erase the whole dream from his memory.

A/N: Hahah… Hope you guys liked that one… Sheesh, am not good at this kind of thing. Give me ideas… Wahahahahha! Peace out! 'Til next chapter! R&R for more chapters peepz! \m/ peace out!