Chapter 7

Longbottom and the Quidditch Trial

I woke up to the boys laughing. I blinked a couple of times and heard Goyle snicker "Lover Boy's awake! Lover Boy's awake!"

"Lover Boy?" I said groggily.

"Yes, Lover Boy, as in you!" Nott sneered "We heard you all night, saying Hannah's name in your sleep."

I paled "WHAT!?" I said.

"You. Were. Saying. Her. Name. In. Your. Sleep." Nott said to me as if I was mentally retarded. "This was what you sounded like: 'Hannah, Hannah don't go!'" he said in a high pitched voice before laughing.

"You sure you don't love her, Drake?" Crabbe asked.

I snarled. "Get this through your idiot heads!" I shouted "I. Draco. Lucius. Malfoy. Do. Not. Love. Hannah. Lillian. Isabella. Marie. Potter!" I spat, enunciating my words with a deadly venom that made even Goyle cringe.

"Your opinion, Lover Boy. Go find Juliette." Nott teased.

I scoffed and walked into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me as I looked at myself in the mirror as I slicked my hair back.

"Was I really saying her name in my sleep?" I asked myself.

"YES YOU WERE!" Nott, Crabbe, Goyle and Blaise said together.

I scowled and cast a Silencing Charm on the door before looking back at myself. "I mean, I was dreaming of her, right? How could me saying her name be any issue?" I asked myself before shaking my head "No, Malfoy, you aren't to fall in love again! Not after…not after her!" I scolded myself before getting dressed and walking out of the bathroom, ignoring Nott's taunts of "Romeo" and "Lover Boy" and his quoting the Muggle playwright known as Shakespeare.

"But, soft! What light through Malfoy's window breaks? It is the east, and Potter's sister is the sun!" Nott said before I slammed the door in his face and stalked off towards the Great Hall. I wasn't ready to face Hannah right then and there.

Just as I was coming out of the dungeons, I heard someone…a girl…singing.

I gasped and listened more carefully. If I hadn't known any better, it was one of the most beautiful voice's I had ever heard.

"I dreamed a dream in life gone by. When hope was high and life worth living! I dreamed that love would never die! I dreamed that God would be forgiving!

Then I was young and unafraid. When dreams were made and used and wasted! There was no ransom to be paid! No song unsung no drink untasted!"

I walked towards the voice and stood still when I saw a familiar mess of jet black hair, let loose that day to spill over a petite frame.

It was Hannah. She was singing that song.

"But the tigers come at night, with their voices soft as thunder! As they tear your hope apart, as they turn your dreams to shame…"

I snuck up on her as she held the note she was singing and touched her shoulder.

Hannah abruptly stopped with a loud "AAAME!" and went for her wand.

"Calm down, Princess, it's just me." I said hastily.

"Oh, you idiot!" she shouted, stowing her wand away. "Give me a second to restart my heart." she said, resting one hand over her heart and smacking me with the other. She must have held back then, my arm didn't hurt so much as my face did when she slapped me.

"Sorry." I said, waving the dull ache aside "I just heard you singing. Wow, I never knew you were that good."

Hannah shrugged "Thanks." she said before I heard someone clear their throat behind me.

"Excuse me?" Longbottom's voice said behind me.

I hid a growl as I turned around.

"Hi." Hannah said brightly.

"Hello, Longbottom." I said icily.

"I never got the chance to thank you for returning my Rememberall. I'm Neville." Longbottom said.

Hannah beamed further. "I'm Hannah and this is Draco." she said, nodding towards me.

I hid a sneer from the raven, but I managed to make it known to Longbottom he wasn't the proper calibre I was looking for or tended to associate myself with.

"Well, thanks for returning my Rememberall." Longbottom said, looking up at Hannah as if she was a Goddess or an angel.

"Don't mention it." Hannah said brightly. "Hey, you want to come to my Quidditch tryout tonight?" she asked.

Longbottom's eyes lit up "Really? Quidditch tryout? With you?" Longbottom asked "Uh, sure!" he said excitedly, making me scowl.

"Great, it's tonight after dinner, I'll meet you here." Hannah said before waltzing off to the Great Hall.

I glared at Longbottom, half knowing what he was thinking by that idiot look on his face. "If you know it's good for you, Longbottom, you'll keep your distance." I threatened.

Longbottom shook his head terrified and ran into the Hall away from me.

"Hey! Hey, wait for me!" I shouted, running after her.

Hannah turned to me and laughed "Well, keep up, then!" she said teasingly, sitting next to Blaise. "Hey, Blaise, 'sup, Goyle?" she asked.

"Hey, Han." Goyle and Blaise said together as I got there.

"Dude!" I said, looking to Blaise.

"What? There's room next to Goyle." Blaise said, smirking "Or are you jealous of me?" he asked.

"Shut your face, Zabini." I snapped, scowling as I sat next to Goyle.

"So, Han," Goyle said, turning to Hannah "I saw you talking to Longbottom, what'd he want?" he asked.

Hannah shrugged "Wanted to thank me for returning his Rememberall thing." she said.

"Sure didn't look like it." I mumbled.

"How d'you mean?" Hannah asked.

"Let's just say I'm a very good judge of character." I said icily, watching Longbottom's excited face as he talked to Potter, Weasel-King and Duff.

"I'm afraid I still don't quite follow." Hannah said, creasing her eyebrows together.

I huffed and turned to her "He fancies you. Neville Longbottom fancies you." I said, suddenly jealous.

Why am I jealous? I thought I'm pretty sure Hannah doesn't feel the same way about Longbottom. Does she? I thought.

"Jealous, Malfoy?" Blaise teased.

"Shut up!" I snapped, tucking into breakfast without another word.

Blaise stared at me before looking to Goyle and smirking.

It was Han who broke the silence "That kid that I returned that Rememberall whatever to, how d'you know he fancies me?" she asked.

I shrugged "I can just see it in the way he looks at you." I said simply.

"Malfoy, a word in private. Now." Blaise said, standing up.

I creased my eyebrows together and stood "I'll be back." I said to Han, who nodded as I walked off.

"What?" I asked.

"You're jealous, aren't you, Malfoy?" Blaise asked.

"What makes you think I'm jealous?" I demanded.

"You normally don't like Longbottom, I'll give you that, but lately since our first Potions' class you've detested him more than ever. And the only thing he's done besides epically fail on a broom and mess up the simplest Potion in the world is talk to Han. That makes me think…you're jealous."

"I am not!" I protested.

"Drake, I'm your best mate, you can tell me and I swear on Viktor Krum's grave that your secret will be safe with me." Blaise said.

I swore. I really wished that he didn't know my favourite Seeker. "Fine. I guess I am…a little bit, though…jealous." I muttered.

"So you do fancy her?" Blaise asked.

"Uh, well, she is really funny, and cool, and sweet and kind of cute. I'm not saying I do…because I don't. I just don't want her consorting with lesser calibre wizards."

"Malfoy…" Blaise started, shaking his head. "you have no idea how lovesick you sound right now." he said.

"I said it before and I'll say it again. I do not love her!" I snapped.

"I never said you did, I just said that you sounded lovesick. I never said you were." Blaise said defensively "But I do know a crush when I see one. Just go ask her if she feels the same way."

"I can't!" I snapped "That's the whole thing. Malfoys don't ask. They get."

"So basically, you're just going to wait for her to come to you?" Blaise asked.

I nodded "Pretty much." I said "That's what happened with all the other girls."

Blaise rolled his eyes "Yeah, I can see how well all those times went." he said sarcastically "That's how many girls you've never spoken to again after you've planted one on them? Five?"

"Three. But that's not the point!" I snapped "The point is, I'm not just going to go up to her and ask her if she likes me the same way I like her, that'll bring shame to the Malfoy name! That, and who knows if her dorm mates have told her my illustrious history with girls."

"So you do fancy her?" Blaise said, cocking an eyebrow.

"I never said that! I was speaking figuratively!" I protested, defending myself before walking back into the Hall.

The day went quickly, and Hannah was soon finishing dinner and rushing out to meet up with the Quidditch captain, Marcus Flint.

I watched her go and smirked "I'm going to watch her." I said, standing up and walking out, following them at a distance.

For some reason, Longbottom wasn't there. It was just me, Hannah and Flint on the pitch.

I had no issues with the lack of Longbottom's presence. In fact, I was rather thrilled.

Because you don't like Longbottom, Malfoy. I told myself. Not because you're jealous.

I snuck up into the bleachers and watched Hannah and Flint converse until Hannah mounted a broom, wind making her midnight black hair fly every which way.

She held up what looked like a medicine ball "What am I supposed to do with it?" Hannah called out against the wind.

"You try to throw them into the hoop behind me." Flint explained "I will try to block them. But I warn you, I am a pretty good Keeper, even though I play Beater."

"Oh, alright I get it now. But wouldn't I hurt you? These balls are remarkably heavy." Hannah called back, holding the medicine ball high in her left hand

"They are around the same size and weight of a Quaffle. You will do fine." Flint sighed, waving her excuse off.

"Don't need to explain anymore. I got it." Han said, tucking the ball under her arm and starting to gain some momentum on the no doubt crappy broom she was flying.

She wound up for the shot and the ball flew, right past Flint and into the hoop.

I gaped. She's got a good arm and good aim! I thought.

"Excellent shot, Potter. Do you think you can do it again?" Flint asked, handing Han back the medicine ball

"Yeah, I think so. I can grasp things pretty quickly." Han said, flying back to her normal start position and continuing her one on one shoot trail until Flint said enough.

"Well, Potter, I could stop my older brother's shots, and he is a professional Quidditch player for Team Briton. Congratulations, welcome to the Slytherin Quidditch team. Do you own a broom?" Flint asked, starting to dismount.

I smirked. She so had it. I thought as I snuck back to the common room to congratulate the girl myself.

When Hannah did come in, her hair was a frazzled mess, but her eyes were glowing with her obvious self pride.

"I can't believe it!" she said excitedly "I made the Quidditch team!"

I smirked "I can. I saw you. You've got a remarkable talent with that arm, there." I said, nodding to her throwing arm.

"Hey," Hannah said, crossing her arms "you've got talent too, Snape just didn't see or hear about it." she pointed out, smirking. "Besides, I'd better head upstairs. Rose, Pansy, Amelia, Lexi, and Monique are probably waiting with bated breath for me." She said, getting up and starting upstairs.

I didn't even know what I was thinking, but I did it anyway "Oh, wait, Hannah?" I said, grabbing her sleeve and turning her around.

"Yes?" she asked, confused.

I blushed, unsure of what to say. "Uh…never mind, I forgot." I shrugged.

"Um…ok?" Hannah said, rolling her eyes with amusement.

"Alright, see you later!" I said quickly, kissing her cheek before I knew what I was doing.

And damn, was that a good idea.

"Yeah, see you." Hannah said before brushing my cheek with her lips in return. She walked upstairs while I touched my face.

She had kissed the same cheek she had slapped. She didn't get too creeped out when I kissed her, in fact she kissed me back!

I smirked as I walked up to my dorm. Her lips were soft. I thought before paling No, no, I can't say that! NO! I don't love her, remember? I don't love her!

"Well, well, well." Nott said, crossing his arms "If Prince Malfoy isn't blushing."

I paled. I hadn't noticed I was blushing. "Sod off, Nott." I said, crawling into bed.

"Who's the new lucky Malfoy trophy girlfriend? That Duff girl? Granger? Oh, how about your precious little Hannah?"

"I said sod off, Nott!" I shouted, throwing a pillow at him before going to sleep.

"I hate that prick." I muttered in my sleep, dreaming seperate ways of strangling the bastard.