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Chapter 11: Before and At the Quidditch Match
"Ok, I learned how to do some of the bloody dance moves, didn't I?" Draco asked in sarcasm.
"Yeah, yeah I guess you did."
"Blaise."
"What?"
"You really need to get yourself a girlfriend."
Blaise gave him an evil glare. "Yeah, and I'm not the only one."
"Oi, whats that supposed to mean?"
"Well, its not like you're getting any either."
Draco snorted. "Shows how much you know. Actually I got some from the littlest Weasley the other night," he informed arrogantly.
"Oh really?" asked Blaise with interest.
He nodded. "Ohhh yeah. She is definitely a feisty one." Draco frowned. "Although, something was a bit off."
"What do you mean?"
"She almost gave up a little to easily." Draco smirked, "I didn't know I was that good."
"Huh, that is weird." Blaise replied, ignoring the last part of his friend's sentence. "Maybe she was vulnerable for some reason."
Draco shrugged, not really caring. "I dunno. I do know that it's going to be a shit load of fun messing around with her."
Blaise laughed. "Yeah." He turned serious. "So how far are you going to go with this?"
"I'll just make her fall in love with me," he replied casually.
"You say that like it means nothing," said Blaise, sort of disgusted. "Draco, mate, you don't get women at all, do you? And what makes you so sure you can get that hot little number to fall in love with the likes of you?"
"Simple. Absolutely nobody can resist a Malfoy."
"Ha." Blaise rolled his eyes. "Don't be to sure of yourself."
"Whatever. No girl has ever turned me down before, and it won't happen in the future." Draco said, so sure of himself. He turned and walked to his open trunk. "Come on Blaise, its two hours until the match and we need to go over the Quidditch plans one more time."
"All right. Just remember this... she is a Weasley and you're a Malfoy," Blaise wisely pointed out.
"Yeah, well, obviously its not that big of a deal or she wouldn't have let me get as far as I did."
"You had sex with her?" Blaise asked, putting on his quidditch robes.
"No. Almost had all her clothes off, but I think she finally realized what she was doing cause she threatened to hex me if I didn't leave her alone."
"So did you like what you saw?" Blaise wondered. Hey, he was male, after all.
Draco whistled. "Hell, yeah. That girl would be perfect if she wasn't a Weasley."
"So you're attracted to her?" asked Blaise, smirking.
"Of course. Any guy would be blind if they didn't notice her.
"So you like her?" He smirked wider.
"That's a definite no. What's with all these bloody questions? You know I could never like her...she is a Weasley and she isn't..." Draco trailed off.
"Oh!" Realization dawned on Blaise's face. "This isn't about her being a Weasley at all, is it?" he asked him knowingly.
"What are you on about?"
"I'm just saying that this isn't about her being a Weasley. If you wanted to be with her so badly, you would. I know it doesn't bother you when you do things to piss off your father." He paused. "Nope, this is about that little escapade with the mystery girl, isn't it?"
Draco sighed. "You know I gave up on finding her a year ago."
"How do you even know for sure that you had sex with this person?" Blaise asked him.
"Because, I found silk red knickers on my floor."
"They could have been left over from someone else," Blaise argued.
Draco shook his head. "No, I wasn't with anyone like that..not before her."
"You're kidding?" asked Blaise, shocked.
"No, I wasn't," Draco stated seriously. "And this girl wasn't either, because there was a blood stain on my sheets."
"Oh...wow," Blaise said, still amazed.
"Yeah, whatever." The blonde dismissed, not really wanting to talk about it. "Look, we need to go now, its 1:30 and the match starts at 3:00."
Blaise nodded. "Right. Lets go kick some Gryffindor ass."
"Right." Draco replied, but not with as much enthusiasm as his friend.
Ginny strode over to Stephanie, who sat under the shade of their large Willow tree.
Stephanie looked up at the sound of her friend's footsteps. "Hey, Gin."
"Hey. So, you ready to go to the match?" Ginny asked.
"Yeah, sure," Stephanie replied, pulling up the strap of her blue shirt over her slim, tanned shoulder.
"Ready to see Harry?" Ginny smiled inwardly.
She pushed herself up from the ground and smirked. "Yeah, whatever."
Ginny giggled. "Okay."
"What are you laughing about?"
"Nothing."
"Whatever."
"Okay, can wego now?" Ginny asked, smiling.
"Yeah. Umm," Stephanie looked around, "where's Hermione?"
"Oh, she's with my brother. Probably giving him a good luck kiss or something."
Steph snorted in disgust. "Ugh, I didn't need that mental image."
"You asked," Ginny defended.
"I said where is she, not, who is she doing?"
"Apparently my brother."
"Gin, I didn't need to know that either." Stephanie groaned.
Ginny laughed. "Sorry," she blantly apologized. "Now, lets get going so you can see Harry in his wonderful red quidditch robes," she replied, looping her thumbs through the hoops of her light bellbottom pants.
"Yes, and you'll get to see my cousin as well." Stephanie replied, teasing back.
Ginny growled. "I wish that prick fell off his broom and died."
"Ouch." Stephanie changed the subject quickly, "You know, I like your hair when you do it that way."
"Oh really? Thanks." She brought her hand up to her auburn hair that was straitened and layered. "So are you going to sit with me today?"
"You mean on the Gryffindor side?"
"No, I meant the bloody Hufflepuff's side," she said sarcastically. "Yes, the Gryffindor side!"
Stephanie thought about it for a moment. "Sure, why not? I'm mad at Draco anyway."
"Yeah, like this has anything to do with him," Ginny murmured under her breath.
"What was that?"
"Oh, nothing."
"Oh, Ron, don't worry, you'll do great," Hermione replied, giving him a quick peck on the lips.
Ron blushed. "Thanks, Mione."
"You're welcome," she said, smiling prettily.
"Hey mate!" Ron turned around to find Harry running up to him. "We have to go, the match is about to start," Harry said after catching his breath.
"Sure," Ron replied then turned back to his girlfriend. "Where are you sitting?"
"Up there with Ginny and Stephanie." She pointed them out.
Harry quickly looked over to the spot that Hermione pointed out, when he heard her say Stephanie's name.
"What is she doing sitting on the Gryffindor side?" Ron asked.
Hermione tilted her head towards Harry who was completely oblivious to their conversation. "Huh?" Ron asked, looking like a lost puppy.
She sighed. Ron could be so clueless sometimes, but she still loved him. "Nothing."
"Hey, Ron, we have to go," Harry said, snapping out of his daze.
"Ok, Harry." Ron stopped and looked at Hermione. " Wait a minute, she's sitting there because of Harry, isn't she?" he asked.
Hermione nodded. He could also surprise her at the most random times as well.
Realization dawned over the red head's face and he shuddered, "Oh...that's just weird."
She only smiled in reply and waved her goodbyes as Harry dragged her boyfriend away.
"Hey, Mione," Ginny said as she reached her seat.
"Hello, Ginny, Stephanie."
"Hi," Stephanie replied nicely before turning her attention back to the pitch.
"So, she fancies Harry does she?" Hermione whispered.
Ginny giggled. "Yeah... but don't tell her I told you, she'll go crazy."
"I won't," she promised.
Dennis Creevey's voice filled the air as the Slytherins shot out into the sky. "And we have Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle as Beaters," Boos filled the air making him speak louder. "Jeremy Flint, Conner Johnston, and Blaise Zabini as Chasers, Millicent Bulstrode as Keeper, and Draco Malfoy as Seeker."
As the Gryffindors shot out into the sky the crowd cheered, making Dennis have scream. "Go, go, Gryffindor!" The crowd shouted.
"Anyway, we have Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan as Beaters. Jason Bones, Stacey Bell, and Berry Ford as Chasers." He paused taking a much needed breath. "Ron Weasley as Keeper, and Harry Potter as Seeker!"
"Captains, shake hands," Madame Hooch called out.
Ron and Draco barely shook hands, disgusted that they had to touch each other, then shot off into the air.
Dennis started to talk as soon as the match began. "And the quaffle is released! Bell passes to Ford and he races to the hoops. Watch out for that bludger, Ford! He drops the quaffle, Bones catches it and... he scores! 10-0 Gryffindor. Flint has the quaffle and now passes it to Zabani as they race towards the hoops and score," he sounded less enthusiastic. "10-10, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin."
Ron looked really pissed off now, but disappointed too. Hermione felt sympathy for her boyfriend.
Ginny watched the game in complete silence. It was still going at 6:30 and getting dark as well. She couldn't help but notice the way Malfoy's blonde hair glinted in the moonlight. 'Oh well' she thought to herself, 'I still hate the bloody prat'.
Dennis's voice pulled her from her thoughts. "And Bones scores! 250-200 in favor of Gryffindor."
Harry sat on his broom patiently scanning for the snitch. He had only caught a glance of it twice, but not enough for him to catch up with it.
Draco sat on his broom and scanned over the pitch inch by inch. That stupid Pothead wasn't going to get the snitch this time. Yep, he was going to catch it and take back all the respect he deserved.
So caught up in his thoughts, Draco didn't see the bludger heading his way, or the fact that Harry had spotted the snitch.
Ginny felt panic rise within her as she spotted the soaring bludger heading towards the blonde. Why wasn't that bloody idiot paying attention? She had to do something. Feeling for her wand in her back pocket, she took it out and pointed to her throat. "Sonorous," she replied hurriedly. All she had to do now was yell. "Malfoy!" she screamed as loud as possible.
Draco's head snapped up at the sound of his name. Looking over at the Gryffindor stands, he noticed the Weasley girl and his cousin pointing at something that was in the sky. He turned his gaze and found himself face to face with a bludger. As he fell off his broom, all he could think about was the sound of of his name coming from Ginny's lips. He didn't even hear Dennis shout out that Harry had caught the snitch.
Stephanie turned to Ginny, shock plastered on her face.
"Oh my gods!" Ginny cried out.
Stephanie smirked. "I wish for a million galleons," she said to her red headed friend.
Ginny glared at her.
She laughed. "What? It could happen."
Ginny sighed. She was definitely not going to wish for anything ever again. Even though he kind of deserved what he got. Oh, who was she kidding? She became worried and even more so as she watched Madame Pomfrey lift Draco in the air and back towards the hospital wing.
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