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Everybody was talking non-stop about the flying lessons. Thursday the lessons would start with Gryffindor and Slytherin sharing a class. Draco spoke endlessly of terrific feats he'd completed, none of which were accurate. Faith had kept her mouth shut and said nothing. She'd been a broom before. Both siblings were skilled on a broom, but Draco was always much faster and more daring.

In other news, Faith and Hermione had continued to meet in the library. They had become each other's closest friend and always had a good time. Sometimes in Potions now they were partners, but Harry and Ron stayed away from the Slytherin. Lately though, Harry had warmed up a little. At least he wasn't vocally suspicious of her like Ron.

"You know," Ron had said one night in the common room, "You should watch it. She's a Slytherin, and Draco's sister. She's probably tricking you to find out something, or using you to do her homework."

"Or maybe," said Hermione, "You should shut your mouth before it gets you in trouble." Neither boy had said anything more about the whole affair since, but Hermione still saw Ron give her dirty looks.

The mail came and Pharaoh, the Malfoys' eagle owl, brought another package for Draco and Faith. Faith received a package of Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans while Draco received a few Chocolate Frogs.

"Hey!" The voice came from the Gryffindor table. Faith looked up to see Draco with a strange ball in his hands. It was Neville's, but Harry and Ron looked ready to fight for it. McGonagall was there almost instantly however and sorted the matter out cleanly.

"Nice try," Faith snickered as she passed her brother. He glared at her venomously, but ended up just stomping off, Crabbe and Goyle flanking him on either side. Sighing, she followed the other Slytherins to the Defense Against the Dark Arts room, anticipating the afternoon when flying lessons would begin.

The Slytherins were the first to arrive. Twenty brooms were laid out to accommodate them. In the distance, they saw the Gryffindors approach down the green hill.

"This'll be rich." Draco sneered as they approached. He was ready to make another nasty remark when a woman with short, white hair and eyes like a hawk.

"Afternoon class," she said as she walked to them.

"Good afternoon Madam Hooch." The students chorused.

"Okay now, let's get to it. First, I want you to put your right hand over the broom and say 'Up.'"

"Up." The class said as one. Harry's raced up and shot into his hand the first time and he was amazed. Draco did as well as he smiled, happy to be ahead of Granger-and almost all the others-in something. It reverted to a frown, however, when he saw how easily Potter summoned his broom.

"Up," Faith whispered for the first time. At first, she thought she would be a failure at this too, but the broom flew up into her hand. She smiled victoriously.

When most of the students had managed to summon their broom, Madam Hooch moved on to displaying the right grip. She walked along the rows, correcting those who were off by even the slightest inch. Most people couldn't help laughing when he came to Draco.

"No, right over left and slid them down, keep your elbows bent slightly, not straight," She had to fix more about Draco than anyone else.

"But," he protested, "I've been riding a broom this way for years!"

Faith smiled at this. Draco had always convinced it was she who had it wrong. When Madam Hooch came to her, she merely told Faith to sit up a little straighter and keep her eyes forward.

"Now, when I blow my whistle you'll kick off against the ground. After that, you will keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet, and then come back down by leaning forward slightly." Before Madam Hooch could even raise her whistle, Neville, nervous and confused, shot up into the air wildly. "Come back!" she ordered over and over. He rose through the air, higher and higher. Slowly though, the pale boy began to lose his grip. Sliding off his broomstick, he crash-landed with a sickening crack. Madam Hooch rushed over immediately.

"Broken wrist; I'll take you to the hospital wing." She turned and directed instructions to the class. "I want all feet on the ground. If I see one broom in the air the rider will be out of Hogwarts faster than you can say 'Quidditch.'" The students nodded as she assisted Neville inside the castle.

The Slytherins burst out laughing as soon as the coast was clear. Draco was loudest and was almost doubled-over in laughter. Pavarti snapped at him to shut-up, but he paid her no heed. Instead, he walked over to where Neville's Remembrall lie in the grass.

"Hand it over Malfoy!" Draco as well as Faith looked at the speaker. He didn't seem to notice though; his eyes were locked on the brother.

"No Potter, I think I'll leave it somewhere Longbottom can find it," Draco looked around, searching for such a place. "How about on the roof?" With a smirk, he skillfully jumped on his broom and flew up, perfectly balanced. "Come and get it, if you can!"

Harry snatched his broom up and mounted it, against Hermione's reasoning. He flew into the air, almost as easily as Malfoy had. "Give it here!" He demanded to the shocked face he saw. He charged forward, as if to knock Draco off, but the boy avoided it. Several cheers could be heard from the ground. It was time to see what the haughty boy could do without his bodyguards with him. Apparently, Draco had been thinking the same thing and began to look rather green.

"Catch it if you can!" Malfoy threw the glass ball and Harry zoomed after it instantly. He tucked his limbs close to his broom to make himself aerodynamic. A foot from the ground he snatched the ball and gently tumbled onto the grass, clutching it safely.

Draco looked down from the air, angry that he had been beaten. His look turned to one of surprise, however, when something bashed his broom from the side. Looking back, he saw Faith was in the air and had rammed him with her own broom.

Hermione looked at the two siblings who were glaring fiercely at each other. Why had faith done that? She'd always given Hermione the impression that she was very timid, especially when Draco was angry; she was afraid of him.

She saw why as soon as the afternoon sun was blocked by a few passing clouds. Draco had his wand out, but he was retracting it; his opportunity to jinx Harry was gone.

"Why are you being such a prat Draco? Leave him be!" Faith's tone was not soft as usual, but cold and angry. It was as if she was another person now.

It was hard to hear the siblings, but the onlookers down below could have sworn they heard him say 'Fate,' but he lowered himself to the ground. Faith, seeming to have calmed down, turned towards Potter to make sure he was okay when she saw Draco move out of the corner of her eye. Swiveling her head, she saw a rock flying through the air. However, she didn't notice Professor McGonagall pause from taking Harry Potter inside and watched the rock fly through the air. Taking out her wand, she was about to deflect the attack, but she knew in her heart that her reactions would not be fast enough.

Faith had it all covered. She grabbed the rock, having her scarf wrapped around her hand to shield it from being cut. McGonagall's mouth opened and she shouted only one word.

"Malfoy!" There was no explanation needed. Faith was the one she was addressing. The girl came off her broom and looked up innocently, both feet on the ground.

"Yes Professor?"

"Come with me!" She grabbed both students by their robes and pulled them away. She sat faith on a chair she conjured outside of Filch's office and went off with Harry. She waited there patiently. Inside the caretaker's office, she could faintly hear three voices, all she guessed to be male. One was Filch, but she didn't recognize the other two.

Said caretaker stormed out of his office, paying her no mind as he stomped off. Chancing a look back, she saw the two boys that had knocked her over on the Hogwarts Express.

"Oi, fancy seeing you here. Didn't take you for the trouble-making sort." They were twins, both identical. "Sorry we didn't introduce ourselves, I'm Fred."

"I'm George."

"Faith," she introduced herself nicely. A frown crossed Fred's face however.

"Malfoy?" He asked suspiciously. She nodded and he looked at her with a nasty look.

"C'mon George, let's go." The both walked off, but not before faith got the final word.

'Good job with the Dungbombs," she said just loud enough for them to hear. Fred looked back at her quizzically, but George seemed to take a little longer to process it.

"Wait, how did you know?" He asked. She just smiled and looked at McGonagall, whom was fast approaching. The Weasley twins left, but not before raising an eyebrow at the girl.

Behind the Transfiguration teacher, Faith saw Snape, whose expression could not be read. McGonagall left him as soon as she made sure he knew where to find her and another boy joined her, a fellow Slytherin she identified as Marcus Flint.

"Malfoy, Mr. Flint here would like to speak to you after hearing about your foolish stunt this afternoon." Snape's tone gave nothing away, but Faith was under the assumption that he wasn't too angry with her.

"Our Keeper on the Quidditch team, he's had an accident, so I wanted to let tell you to come to the pitch later on. If you're as good as you seem then you might be able to luck your way onto the team. Sound good to you?" No was not a valid answer to this question.

"What time?"

"After classes get out." He turned away, obviously back to his own class. After he began to walk, off, she looked at Snape.

"What are you waiting for? Get to your next class. You flying lesson will be over by now anyways." Nodding obediently, she gathered herself and walked off to Transfiguration. Wait until she told Thorn!

Me: Yay! Faith might finally get a little recognition. Will her family finally accept her now that she has proved she is not worthless? Who knows?

Draco: You damn well know that you know!

Me: Yeah, but it was more dramatic. Bye bye!

Draco: No! Help!

Me: NEVER! (Evil laugh)