A/N: Hi y'all! Thank you for your great reviews (yipeeeeee! I got 13 now!) and special thanks to cindoline, GilmoreGrl19, Lil' Trindle and Sunshine Silverjojo for putting my little story on their alerts list! Special special thanks to Lil' Trindle for also adding it to her favourite stories, I'm so proud and I'm jumping around in circles out of sheer madn- I mean joy!
I would like to begin this chapter with a quote from one of my lovely reviewers, hope you don't mind, but it just caused me ROFLMAOWFKIA (rolling on floor laughing my ass of with feet kicking in air) and I wanted to share the experience:

'Poor Ginny. I feel sorry for her. Having a hot guy follow her around. (...) Don't give in Ginny!' - Cinnamon Spice

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5. With Quidditch it begins…

Where am I now? At Hogwarts, of course; we are well into October, the weather's starting to change, honestly, who likes autumn, winter or spring? Summer is the season that rocks, what with my birthday and no school and heat, swimming, sweat, Harry's sweat… Yeah okay, I've still got the hots for him. What can I say; I did tell you he is my one-true-love.

Malfoy is following me around everywhere, as usual. He even sleeps in the hallway outside the Gryffindor common room entrance (Ron showed him where it was… my poor brother ended up with a mysterious fast-growth of pubic hair that took Madam Pomfrey two days to get rid of). I make sure to step on him every morning as I scramble through the portrait whole. He seems to like it.

He has asked me yet again why I dislike him. I told him:

'Malfoy, I do not dislike you, I detest you.' His face drained of all colour, and he turned away from me. Unfortunately, he didn't keep clear of me for longer than two hours. It seems as though he's addicted to me. Funny, I wouldn't know why.

Have started to send him for food whenever I'm hungry while working on homework in the library or common room. Comes in handy, getting used to a servant. He keeps two of his house elves at Hogwarts, too; one is solely at my command.

Usages for a house elf that your worst enemy-turned-addicted-stalker 'lends' you:
- Make it whack Hermione with a stick when she's huffing at you for accepting Malfoy's offer (just the house elf offer, naturally)
- Make it spy out your way to the kitchens in the middle of the night, so Filch won't catch you (hey! It's no fun to send said house elf in the middle of the night – where's your senseof adventure?)
- Make it copy your homework from Colin while you are playing with your Pygmy Puff
- Send it to the boy's dormitory to spy on them and/ or take pictures of them naked (for further use as blackmail material, or just to find out who's worth flirting with)
- Make it chase Malfoy with a water pistol when he annoys you (i.e. all the time)
- Make it tell you that the spell will eventually wear off of Harry and his body will once more be able to respond to yours

I'm on the Quidditch team by the way.
Team: Gryffindor
Position: Chaser
Mission: kicking Malfoy's flat butt (well, it's actually not that flat – if it wasn't for him being him, he'd be one of the candidates worth flirting with)

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Wow, yesterday Malfoy got back at me! He ordered his own personal minio- I mean house elf to drop a whole bucket full of icy water on my head. That means WAR!

I have planned it all out:

Tomorrow, after the match Gryffindor vs. Slytherin (in which there'll be some extreme snake-rough-up) I'll nail him down with my picture; and if he does not engage in my proposal to become my slave I will magically project it to the wall behind the Slytherin table in the great hall. ('Irony', Doctor!)

Wait a minute… I only just realised that he already is my slave; sort of. I mean, I can order him around, and be mean and nasty and bad-tempered, still he smiles at me happily, rejoicing in the fact that he can make himself useful to his most precious. What the – no fun this life is, indeed!

When did I become pathetic? Hmm, must have been around the time Harry didn't feel like kissing me anymore, while at the same time proclaiming his devoted love to me.

I hate my life. Furthermore, I hate my Tail. And I will get my revenge for embarrassing me in front of the whole school.

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Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.

I can't believe that just happened… I was on my way to the library to get some school work done before Quidditch training, when I ran into my Tail. I bumped my forehead on his pointy chin and that really hurt. And because I immediately proceeded to yelling at him for being in my way while clutching my head with my hands, eyes watery, vision blurred, I didn't notice his hands taking mine. He pulled them away from my face and kissed the bruised spot before I could say 'sod off'. I pushed him away from me, but was at a loss for words; so I ran for it.

Worst thing is: it did make the pain go away.

Now I've got Malfoy drool all over me, plus my stomach churns because it was so disgusting. Not to mention the light heartedness pulsing through my body, but that's something I flatly deny. Or even better – it is obviously caused by the excitement for the upcoming game.

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Game: Quidditch
Team: Gryffindor
Opposing team: Slytherin
Position: Chaser
Opponent: Malfoy
Mission: impossible

I am soaked through yet I have to write this before I take a shower. A heavy storm gathered as the game started; it was hard to see Quaffle or Bludgers, let alone the Snitch, but we managed to score 70 to 50 when I collided with one of Slytherin's beaters and broke a rib. I could hear it smack, and then I couldn't lift my arms above my head anymore, so I headed towards Madam Pomfrey with some difficulty. Malfoy, the triumphant git, came rushing to my side making sure I was okay, while Harry was yelling at me to get my arse back on a broom ASAP. He did not call a time out but had Tara Meanders, a third year, filling in my position. The school nurse was just about finished fixing me up when I saw the unbelievable happening. Harry spotted the golden Snitch at the very far end of the pitch, close to the damp grass, and headed at it full speed. Malfoy saw Harry move, but he was hovering high above where I was standing on the ground, so there was no way he could possibly reach it before Harry. Or so I thought. He took a dive, falling more than flying (a move we had practised together whenever mum didn't make me bake cheese pie) and closed his hand around the Snitch just before Harry did. Slytherin won.

If anyone finds out that I was the one who practised with Malfoy – uh oh, I'm in for trouble!

I hate Malfoy.

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Harry was really angry, it's the first time Malfoy has beaten him in Quidditch. He didn't admit it because he wants to be a fair play but I can tell it's bothering him. He shook Tail's hands, but without the usual conspiratorial nod, then went off to the changing rooms. Ron reckons he's in the boy's dorm right now, sulking.

After my well deserved shower I made my way through the still raging storm back to the castle, so I was soaking wet again. That just made my day. On top of things, Malfoy was fidgeting in the entrance hall; he must have been waiting there for me. When he saw me, he draped his light, yet water-repelling and extremely warm and snugly cloak around me and ushered me to the Gryffindor tower. There, I took a shower again and went to sleep.

I had the strangest dream, I swear.

I was playing Quidditch for the Slytherin team, and Harry was the referee, while Fred and George were back on the Gryffindor team as beaters. Suddenly a bludger hit my arm and I toppled over to the left, almost falling off my broom. Suddenly I was back on the ground, and my team mates were all hugging me, telling me without my help we'd have never won. But Fred and George started accusing me, they said I had betrayed them and I shouldn't have run off with Ron's ice cream. Then I awoke.

In the morning, as I stepped out the portrait whole to get to breakfast, I accidentally forgot to tread on Malfoy's left hand, which caused him to think I was in a good mood (which I wasn't, by the way). He pulled himself up and followed me; I noticed he looked rather tired; out of pure generosity I asked if they had celebrated a lot yesterday. A broad grin spread across his face, while at the same time he somehow looked sheepish. Then he had the audacity to apologise for winning the game! I told him to bugger off but also that there was no reason for feeling guilty, the better team won, obviously, and the dive he had made was awesome.

Wait, did I really say that?

I guess I did, must have – couldn't get rid of him for the rest of the day (it was Sunday), so I threatened to blackmail him with my picture. When he saw it he blushed ferociously first, then he glared into my eyes as if there was no tomorrow; it felt as though he was searching for something. When I told him I'd show everyone if he didn't leave me alone (at least for one day) he smirked. Yes, Draco Malfoy smirks again, ladies and gentlemen!

'I wouldn't show that to anyone if I was you.' is what he said to me. When I inquired politely why I wouldn't want that, his reply was: 'I bet all your Gryffindor friends would be very curious to learn just who taught me that special dive that led to Slytherin's victory…' and he strolled off.

He strolled off. Just like that, leaving me behind as if I was some nobody and not the woman he loved dearly. I decided that I'd get back at him for this just when I realised that I had gotten what I wanted: he was gone; he was no longer tailing me. Ha!

Ha ha!

The library seemed like a good place to go to, I got myself some books I needed for my Herbology essay, seated myself in my favourite spot and started working in peace, quiet and solitariness. After I had finished all my homework my stomach was telling me that I needed to fill it. On my way to dinner my Tail came towards me. He walked me all the way to the Gryffindor table and sat next to me. Most of my house was giving him the evil eye for what he had done the previous day, but Ron the idiot clapped his back good-naturedly and congratulated him on his flying skills.

Nothing Malfoy does can make any of my family lose their tempers. Let any other man try and take my virginity – they would tear him limb from limb; while at the same time they'd pat Malfoy's back approvingly if he told them he had shagged me. I even bet if I told Ron that Gryffindor lost to Slytherin because of me he would congratulate me for training his dear wished-for brother-in-law so well, while at the same time suggesting I should go get some serious snogging done with him. Hypocrites! Nothing seems to be more important than the blonde ferret, anymore; not even Quidditch!