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Chapter Eight

First Time Fliers and Ferocious Fathers

"I'm so sorry about what Pansy did to you in Potions," Draco said, as they neared the end of the lesson.

"It's all right. It wasn't your fault. I can handle stuff like this. It's just weird, you know? Back home, no one was jealous or envious of me. I was friends with everyone. This is just a slight set back."

"Oh, well I'm still sorry." He said, leaning back in his chair to stretch.

Cailee looked up from the homework she had been working on and looked at him. Once again, he had messed up his hair as he tried to understand what exactly Cailee was telling him. He looked tired, yet eager to understand what he was learning.

"You know," Cailee said, looking up at him from across the table, "you should keep your hair like that. I like it."

"Do you? I don't care for it. I only do it because I'm so confused," he said.

"Well, I'm not telling you how to wear it, but I like it that way," she said, smiling and turning back to her work

Malfoy smiled. 'I think I'll keep my hair like this, then. Whatever she says goes.' He then kicked himself mentally. The words of his father came flooding back to him. 'Never bow down to a woman, Draco. Don't give in to them. They need to know that we, the males, are the boss. They, of all people, should bow down to us.'

And the only words Draco could think of right then was "Forget you." He honestly didn't care what his father thought, not now, anyways. He was sure if his father saw Cailee, he would give in to her every whim, too. Then he shuddered. He didn't want his father to see Cailee, or look at her, or even talk to her. Draco wanted Cailee for himself.

Fifteen minutes later, Cailee sat in her Common Room talking to her group of friends. Ginny was begging hysterically for Hermione's Transfiguration notes from last year, she had a test coming up she wasn't nearly prepared for. Harry, Ron, Seamus, and Dean sat in a huddle discussing Quidditch, their usual topic of conversation. Lavender and Parvati were oohing and aahing over their last Divination class as they worked over their moon charts. Cailee was reading contentedly Quidditch through the Ages, a book Harry had lent her. She found it fascinating, and didn't blame her sister for wanting to become a medic-witch and look after these studs.

"You like it?" Ron asked, sitting next to her on the couch.

"Yeah, it's pretty interesting. Are there really 700 ways to be fouled in a game?" she asked, like she couldn't believe it.

"Yup, sure are. I'll bet Harry's gotten up to fifty of them or so," he laughed.

"Wow," Cailee whispered.

"So are you ready for tomorrow?"

"Hmm….maybe. I'm not sure. I have this feeling in my gut that's saying this isn't good. And I'm so nervous! What if I fall?"

"I'll catch you," Ron said, smiling.

Cailee punched him lightly on the shoulder. "You couldn't catch me. I'd probably be too heavy or I'd be flapping my arms and legs so fast, we'll both need to go to the Hospital Wing."

"Ok, good point. But let's see if I can't carry you, let's see if you are too heavy, which I highly doubt," Ron said, standing in front of her with his back to her.

"No, I don't want to," Cailee giggled.

"Come on, it'll be fun," he said. "Go."

She finally decided to jump on. Ron carried her on his back up the boys' staircase, around their huddle of friends, and ran her through a game some of the younger students were playing. He finally dropped her on the couch again.

"I have an idea," Seamus spoke up. "Me and Cailee will play chicken with Hermione and Harry." Cailee and Harry nodded in agreement, but Hermione was a bit hesitant. With a little persuasion from Harry, she decided to go. They pushed the couches, chairs, and tables out of the way so the four had a rather big playing field.

"I can't believe you're going to do this, Hermione," Cailee said as Seamus walked into the center with her on his back.

"I am. It'll be fun," she said on Harry's back.

"Ready…set…go!" Dean yelled, stepping back from the area.

Cailee grabbed Hermione's arms and started pushing them backwards. Hermione was able to wrench one arm free and pushed Cailee hard in the chest. She toppled back, but Seamus reached up with his hands and steadied her back.

"Help me, Seamus," she said frantically as she started to tug on Hermione's arm, causing her robe sleeve to slip.

"Ok," he said, and pushed Harry brutally in the chest. Harry stumbled backwards, causing Hermione to loose her balance and fall forwards onto her stomach.

"Hermione? Are you okay?" Cailee asked jumping off Seamus's back. She was surprised to see Hermione sit up and start laughing.

"I'm fine! That was so much fun! Let's do it again," she said, standing up and grabbing Harry's hand to pull him up.

"I want to play, come on Dean," Ginny said, grabbing Dean's hand and jumping on his back.

Cailee and Seamus sat back on the couch, her head resting on his shoulder, watching the rest of the chicken fights. Dean and Ginny stayed in three fights in a row before Ron and Lavender got in.

"I never knew how incredibly strong Dean was," Cailee said, watching him push Harry backwards so fiercely he fell on his back and Hermione skidded into a couch.

"Yeah, he likes to lift weights. It's supposed to help him with soccer, adds muscles or something," Seamus said, totally absorbed in cheering Dean on.

The chicken fights went on for a good hour before the guys called it quits and went upstairs, the girls following suit.

"Are you sure?" Cailee asked.

"Yes, I'm positive, keep your hands like this, and kick slightly, ok?" Ron said. Cailee was sitting on his broom, in the kick-off position. They decided to put her on Ron's broom because it was a Nimbus Two-Thousand, which was slower than Harry's Firebolt.

"Look, Harry will fly next to you, so you're safe. Why are you so scared?" Ron asked.

"It's new!" she yelled. "Fine, here I go." She closed her eyes and kicked up. She didn't open them for a few moments, and then looked down. She was just floating at the height above Ron's head, Harry lazily gliding next to her.

"This isn't too bad," she said, and leaned forward to go faster. When she was going faster, she closed her eyes again, this time because she couldn't stop. She yelled at Harry to make it stop; he leaned over his broom and grabbed the handle of hers.

"Thanks," she said, as they landed. "I like that. Let's go again!"

Cailee really took to Quidditch and flying. She flew around for fifteen minutes on Ron's broom, doing loop-the-loops, rolls, flying in and out of the Quidditch rings, and up and down real fast.

"I want to try your Firebolt, Harry!" she yelled at him as she zoomed past him.

"Are you sure?" he asked, stopping his Firebolt and watching her fly helter-skelter around the field.

"Positive!" she said breathlessly as she came to a rather dangerous stop in front of him.

Harry looked at Ron; Ron just shrugged his shoulders. "Okay," Harry muttered, getting off his broom. Cailee bounded off of Ron's broom and let it fall to the ground and hopped onto Harry's. She was off again.

"She is so good," Ron said, watching her soar straight up, then plummet down to the ground.

Cailee lay awake in bed that night, her kitten cuddled close to her, wondering about home and how far she had literally come since then. She had never known love, or anything like it, when she was at home. Now there was Malfoy. And what was it with this guy? Why did she like him?Because he was "off limits?" Cailee thought to herself, for what must be the hundredth time, that she needed to stay away. She didn't know all the importance to her task at hand, but she knew it was crucial for the downfall of Lord Voldemort. And she wanted to bring him down. She knew how he had hurt Harry and Harry's loved ones, and she only wanted to hurt him just as bad. And if she wanted that to happen, she needed to stay away from Malfoy, at least on an intimate level. She did think they were good friends, no matter how much their friendship was looked down upon and scorned and despised by others. Many guys did not want her around Malfoy. Cailee was sure they wanted her around them, but Cailee wouldn't let it happen. She wasn't going to let herself be used and bragged about as an achievement. And she didn't see Malfoy doing that to her. Which was why the two were so close. Malfoy didn't seem to parade her around, and she didn't do that to him. He knew that she wasn't his, so he didn't act like she was. And that was all good to Cailee's father, but not good enough for her. Respectful, but not good enough.

Thursday morning dawned dark and cold. There was a frost on the ground, and a light snow falling. Cailee couldn't believe it was all ready October, but she was excited. Her school year was progressing well, she had finally caught up in all her classes with homework, Professor McGonagall had at last finally seemed to get over her grudge with Cailee and accept her as a student. As she got ready with the other girls in her dormitory, she was in a very happy mood. Something felt right. She got this feeling, and her feelings were always correct, that today was going to turn out to be remarkable. She wasn't sure why though. She pulled on a Gryffindor sweatshirt, and pulled on some red track pants, then pulled her clean black robes over that. Once again, she admired the lion badge on her chest before going downstairs to breakfast.

"Good morning guys," she said, greeting Harry, Ron, Seamus and Dean, along with Ginny and some of her friends. She sat down next to Seamus and started helping herself to food.

"Did you have fun flying yesterday?" he asked, grinning.

Cailee looked up at him. "Yes, I did. Why?"

"Oh no reason, honestly. Just wondering."

"Yes there is a reason!" Cailee said, grinning back, "You're smiling!"

"No there isn't! I heard that you were an excellent flier, and I was just wondering how you couldn't have flown before now, that's all."

"Who said I was an excellent flier?" she asked, looking up at Ron. He turned away, the tips of his ears going red.

"I'm not that good, Ron. You're probably better anyways."

"Cailee, you are good. That's what I told Seamus, that you were so good it's hard to believe you've never flown before now."

"Well, you better believe it, because I never have flown before, and don't plan on doing it again for a while," she said, looking up as the post came in. She never expected mail from home, but she always hoped for it. She continued eating her porridge when a brown owl interrupted her. She took the letter from its beak and opened it quickly.

Watch out, back away, and leave him alone. That's all it said. It was written in her father's handwriting though. She immediately guessed that Nicole had something to do with this. Nicole was very skilled in Occlumency, and had probably been reading Cailee's thoughts for the last month. She knew it had to do with her feelings for Malfoy. She ripped it up right then and there, she was so furious.

Why can't anyone leave me alone? For the millionth time Father, I know! I know to stay away! I know to not get too close! I know it! Now will you please get off my back about this? I know what could happen if I let Malfoy get in the way! I'm old enough! Just leave it alone!

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