Disclaimer: I don't own it. JKR does along with a bunch of other folks who have paid good money for the rights to it. I just write this for my own twisted enjoyment.
Letter to No One
by RowanRhys
January 1996
Things aren't just complicated now. They're damn near impossible. I haven't had a chance to meet with Cordelia in two weeks. I'm sure she thinks I hate her because at the last Seeker practice before the weather became so bad Madame Hooch grounded all brooms, she got the snitch 25 times to my 6. I don't hate her. I was lucky to be able to stay on my broom that day.
Before Christmas, all Crabbe and Goyle did was beat me up and make physical threats. Now they're hitting me with spells.
Not that they're always successful, given their lack of real aptitude. But every so often one of their botched attempts at a leg-locker spell or confusion curse ends up doing something really awful. I'm not sure what they hit me with on my way out to practice that day but it took away my depth perception and screwed up my eyesight completely. I must have thought I was about to get the Snitch dozens of times, reached for it and discovered it was still a good three or four feet away. By the time Darcy ended practice I couldn't tell how far away the ground was. Needless to say my landing was not one of my most graceful. I was mad at Crabbe and Goyle, but I took it out on Cordelia when she came over to see if I was OK. I'm lucky she didn't hex me, too.
Of course, the entire school heard about it. The great Draco Malfoy bested by a mere girl... Crabbe and Goyle thought it was hilarious. They celebrated by dumping a bucket of ice-cold water over me at two in the morning. I think it's time to drug them again, just so I can get an undisturbed night's sleep.
I wish I knew what was up with Blaise Zabini. Ever since the winter term started he's been lurking around. Every time I made arrangements to meet with Cordelia outside of Seeker practice he showed up. I know Cordelia doesn't like him. Actually, I think she's afraid of him. And he's still lurking now that she's having nothing to do with me. Something's changed since he was at the Manor for the annual Christmas party. I saw him coming out of my father's study with a satisfied expression on his face on Christmas Eve. I didn't think my father even knew who he was, other than one of the various offspring of the people who've been coming to the Christmas party for years.
I'm think I'm going to see if Cordelia might be interested in a midnight snack tonight. She should be getting out of Transfiguration class in a few minutes...
Cordelia's not mad at me and accepted my apology without making a big fuss. She's so normal it's wonderful. I wonder what it would be like if the worst thing you had to worry about was how you did on your last potions essay.
I hope I have enough asphodel left to take care of Crabbe and Goyle... and I think I should see if I can get Blaise as well. I don't need him following down to the kitchens tonight.