As me and Harry made our way back up to the common room, I took the spell off my hands as Draco wrote. I really didn't feel like talking or writing to him at the moment.
Slowly, I yawned. It'd been a long day. Harry looked tired as well. I just looked forward to the cushioned couch. As we clambered into the common room, Harry collapsed in a chair and I layed on the couch. Harry yawned. "Bloody hell..What a day. Especially with Parkinson hanging all over me." He said, shuddering.
"I feel like I need a long shower." I laughed.
"Go take one then," He smiled.
"No. Not yet." He said, before he stood, lifting my head and taking a seat on the couch, laying my head on his lap. I bolted upright.
Was Potter flirting with me? Harry rolled his eyes, but smirked. He jumped at me, fakely, causing me to scramble backwards. He laughed. "Not funny," I said, as I sat at the other end of the couch, my heart pounding. "You know what?" I said. Harry smiled. "What?" He asked. "I think I'll go take that long shower." I said, with a grin before I leapt off the couch, and up the stairs, taking my clothes before bounding down to the girls bathroom. I could hear footsteps behind me as I jogged, but I knew it wasn't Harry. They were softer, more determined steps. Suddenly, two arms wrapped around my waist and caught me off guard. "Let go!" I cried, bringing my elbow sharply into whoever's ribs. I took out my wand and pointed it expertly at the pale throat. Draco was on his knees in front of me, holding his ribs with a scowl apon his face. 'Now you know how it feels," Draco said, his eyes narrowed. "To see someone you like with someone you hate." He stood up, grabbing my chin. I knew what he was going to do next. At least, I thought I did. I expected to be struck across the face, but I was taken aback when something else happened. I felt him kiss me, longingly. It was gentle, something I'd never expected with Draco. I pulled back and slapped him. Hard. My hand stung really badly after. "Don't you ever touch me again, Malfoy. I'm not your little Parkinson, and I never will be. You proved to me today how pathetic you are. Leave, and never talk to me again." I said, even though my voice was wavering.
The next day, was Saturday and Quidditch Tryouts. I decided I'd give it a shot, and when I saw Harry and the rest of the Trio in the stands, I immediately got nervous. Fred and George had stopped playing as the beaters. 'Didn't need to lose any limbs or anything, have to use them to make inventions!' I sighed, as Oliver thrust a beater bat at me, and I caught it, surprising the other students. "Alright. Get out 'here!" He cried, and I jogged out to the playing field, mounting my broom and taking off as I saw them let the bludgers loose. I took a long shaky breath, before I took a swing and hit it expertly. I heard cheers from the stands, and smiled before I landed gracefully on the ground, holding my broom in my hand. "We'll let you know at the end of the day," Oliver said, and I jogged up to the stands, sliding into a seat beside Hermione. Harry clapped me hard on the back and I coughed. "Ow." I said, meekly, rubbing my shoulder. "Sorry," Harry said, with a nervous laugh. We watched the others for a long while, and I found myself pondering. Pondering where we all would be in three years. Would we still be at Hogwarts? Would I be alive?
I didn't get the beater position, but soon it was winter and we all were chattering happily about the Holidays. I had already decided it would be better if I stayed, and Harry seemed very deeply worried about something. During the last few months, we'd had troubles with a man named Sirius Black. I knew nothing about him, but I'd often heard my Father talk about a man named Sirius. I remember it was a visit to Hogsmeade when I finally got away from the school and everyone else. As we trudged through the snow, I quickly ran ahead to the gates. I only wished Harry could have come with. As I was wandering through Honeydukes, I felt someone brush against me. "Oh, excu—" I was cut off by my hand going through robes and landing on a jacket. But my hand disappeared. It was Harry I had just found. He looked around, as soon as no one was looking he swept me under the cloak, and we walked out. Harry saw people disappear into the shack, so I let him go, and met up with Ron and Hermione, whom were talking about Christmas. "So, Hermione. Aren't you going skiing again?" He said, with a smile. "No, I rather hurt my ankle last time. I think I'll just stay at Hogwarts this year." She replied, and I heard the shrieking shack door close and I saw footprints. Following them, I heard soft sobs. And I realized who it was. "Harry?" I asked, softly as I walked towards the rock he was probably sitting on.