A/N Here's another chapter. This one has some violence/sexual situations. Please review? My review numbers are going down and it's discouraging me.
Anyway, I'm going on vacation (to Mexico! Yay!) so I won't be updating again for at least a week. Serves you all right for not reviewing. And I'm not obsessed with reviews at all. Really.
A few weeks later, during which nothing particularly eventful happened, was the first quidditch match of the season, Slytherin vs. Hufflepuff. It promised to be an easy one for Slytherin, as Hufflepuff never had a very strong team, but that didn't stop Mac's nerves. Sev tried to calm her down, but he didn't really understand. He had never really understood quidditch. Especially quidditch when she would be the official team scapegoat. But she still appreciated his attempts.
After breakfast, during which she had watched, both appalled and jealous, as Sev ate two whole plates of scrambled eggs, hash browns, sausage, and bacon. She, on the other hand, had eaten a few bites of a piece of toast before she had shoved her plate away, unable to eat any more.
She and Sev had exited the Great Hall and headed for the quidditch pitch. They separated at the fork in the dirt path as he headed for the stands, where he promised to get a good seat so that he could watch her, and she went to the changing rooms to prepare for the match.
Once there, she grabbed her quidditch robes and slipped off into the corner to change. Thanking Merlin that her teammates weren't there yet, she set down her quidditch robes on a bench and slipped off her school robes. "Look at the little mudblood, so eager to take off her robes."
Her cheeks flushed as she looked up at Malfoy, then they turned even darker as she became angry that he could make her blush. Quickly pulling on her Slytherin green quidditch robes, she snapped, "Sod off, Malfoy."
"Now, now, play nice." He took another step towards her. Mac became uncomfortably aware of the wall behind her, preventing her from escaping. She didn't have her wand, and her mind was whirring, trying to think up an escape plan.
Malfoy's head snapped up at the sound of the door opening. Mac let out a sigh of relief as he retreated, saying, "We'll finish this later."
Regulus Black entered the changing room, his face registering shock for an instant at the scene before him, but then it smoothed over. He knew better than to question Malfoy. He was in that group, the future death eater group, and knew better than to question. Mac quickly exited the changing room, having absolutely no desire to see them change.
She waited, trying to keep her breathing even, outside of the changing room until the other six Slytherin players had assembled in a small circle for the captain's pep talk. Malfoy didn't have much to say. "Okay, this is our first game of the season, but it should be easy. Feel free to foul them, just try not to get caught. That much fouling is only necessary against Gryffindor. This is Hufflepuff. They're nothing but a pathetic bunch of mudbloods and blood traitors, and if we don't beat them I will kill you all."
Mac would have laughed, but he sounded completely serious. And she knew he was capable of carrying through on that threat.
"So let's get out there and cream them!"
What an inspiring speech, thought Mac, but her sarcasm could not dissipate the growing dread she felt. Why had she done this? She didn't like people looking at her, yet she had volunteered to fly around in front of the entire school. Well, it was too late to change now, so she bravely stepped out into the field as the announcer called out, "The Slytherin team: Malfoy, Lestrange, Kraler, Zariken, Rush, Bowne, and Black!"
They walked out to the center to the cheers of the green dressed quarter of the crowd and booing from the rest. "And the Hufflepuff team: Diggory, McGregor, Taylor, Cadogan, Hadley, Rye, and Ames!"
They received the opposite of Mac's team: three quarters cheering, especially loud from the yellow section, and booing from Slytherin, almost as noisy as the booing that the Slytherin team had gotten.
Diggory and Malfoy shook hands, their knuckles turning white. It appeared as if they were each trying to break the other's fingers. Mac had noticed that this always happened in Slytherin games, but never in others, so she assumed Malfoy initiated the bone crunching attempts, that git. Or maybe all the other teams just hated the Slytherin team the most. That was also entirely possible.
But all thoughts of anything other than the game fled when Madam Lansing blew her whistle, beginning the game. She vaguely heard the announcer call out, "And its Diggory with the quaffle, passes to Taylor, who passes to… ooo! Nice bludger by Slytherin newbie Rush, knocked the quaffle right out of the air!"
She was pleased with herself, and flew after Malfoy, who now had the quaffle, brutally slamming away a bludger headed towards him. She didn't like protecting Malfoy, but it would help them win. "And Malfoy shoots and scores! Ten-nothing Slytherin!"
Mac allowed herself a momentary grin before returning her attention to the game. Hufflepuff beater Cadogan had just hit the bludger towards her, which was not a smart move on his part. She hit it back towards him with all her strength: it was good to show the other team early on that, even though it was her first year on the team, she should not be messed with. He did a funny twist in the air to avoid it, and she flew off towards the other end of the pitch, hitting a bludger towards McGregor, causing him to fumble the quaffle. But Diggory caught it, and shot. Bowne missed the save, causing Malfoy to scream at him and the announcer to shout, "Ten-Ten! Hufflepuff scores!"
Mac was tempted to chuckle, seeing Malfoy yell at someone else, but didn't for fear of incurring his wrath. Instead she flew towards an oncoming bludger, saving Kraler from needing to go through strange acrobatics to escape it, and slammed it away towards the Hufflepuff keeper, Rye. She dodged it, and Kraler passed to Lestrange, who scored. "Twenty-Ten Slytherin!"
A minute later, Malfoy scored, to groans from most of the crowd who realized that Slytherin was pulling ahead. "Thirty-Ten Slytherin!"
Diggory had the quaffle and was flying for the goal. Hadley hit a bludger towards Bowne, hoping to incapacitate the Slytherin keeper so that Diggory could score, but Zarikan hit it away. Mac decided that he was also a pretty good beater, but she was better, she thought. Not that anyone on her team would ever agree, they would never compliment her on anything.
"Ames has seen the snitch! Black is following, but he's too far behind!"
Mac flew towards the racing seekers at top speed, seeing the bludger heading towards her. At the last second, she pulled her bat out to the side, swinging as hard as she could, praying that she wouldn't miss. If it was a foot too far to the right, she would be massacred for destroying Slytherin's chances by knocking out their seeker.
But then it was too late, the bludger was hit, and flying towards the seekers. With a dull thud, it hit, right in the middle of his back. A body fell off a broom, and the crowds were all screaming. "Slytherin wins! First time seeker Regulus Black catches the snitch due to an amazing bludger by Rush! One hundred eighty-ten to Slytherin!"
Mac breathed out a sigh of relief to see that Ames had been magically caught before reaching the ground, and was fine. Although he would have a huge bruise on his back until he got to the hospital, Mac was very glad she hadn't killed anyone in her first ever quidditch game.
The Slytherin quidditch team touched down to tumultuous applause and cheering from their fans, who were now swarming out onto the field. Mac was a little sore knowing that, if she had been anyone else, they would have been carrying her off the field on their shoulders. But instead, they all ignored her, because she was only a mudblood.
But she pushed away her feelings of self-pity when Sev appeared on the field. "That was bloody brilliant! I never understood why people liked quidditch, but now I do! You were amazing!"
"Thanks," she grinned. He grinned back, calming down a little and realizing that his enthusiasm had been totally out of character, and for once, he didn't care. It wasn't like he had hugged her or anything equally mortifying, at least for a Slytherin. They headed back up to the castle, knowing that there was probably a celebration party going on in the Slytherin common room, but not really caring. They would only talk to each other at the party, anyway. Neither really liked the Slytherin parties, where everyone got drunk and either made out or tortured the house's weaklings, which, at all previous parties, had included Mac.
Mac noticed that all of the Hufflepuffs she passed were giving her death glares. She had gotten their seeker sent to the hospital, but he would likely be out by morning. Luckily for her, Hufflepuffs weren't really the vindictive type. It was the quidditch obsessed Gryffindors, also scowling at her, that she would have to watch out for. They hated all of the Slytherin quidditch players, but especially the one's they thought threatened their chance at the title, which they had one last year. Actually, the Gryffindors hated all of the Slytherins, but especially the quidditch players, and even more especially the good ones. Usually things didn't get ugly with them until a few weeks before the Slytherin-Gryffindor match, but they might make an exception for her. But at the moment, she didn't care. She had won the game for her house, and she felt great!
So when they got back to the common room and the raucous party, she decided to stay for a little while, even though Sev was going to bed. Normally, she would have seen this as the terrible idea it was, but tonight nothing seemed as horrible as it usually would. She ran down the dark stone stairs to the seventh year girls' dorm, quickly washed her face, and changed her clothes into her casual, muggle attire. She wore it because it was more comfortable, even though it made most of the house glare at her, or worse.
When she got back to the common room, she didn't see anyone who she thought would want to talk to her, so she wandered over to the food table. Ooo, look, cookies, she thought, picking up a chocolate chip one. She turned back away from the table and did a double take when she realized that Malfoy was standing right behind her. His blue eyes were boring into hers, and she felt inexplicably nervous. It wasn't like he could hurt her with all these people around.
"That was a great move today," he said, stepping closer.
"Umm, thanks," she replied, slightly confused by his compliment. She tried to walk away, but he grabbed her wrist. "Want to take a walk with me."
So that was why he kept looking at her like that, she realized. She tried to shrug off his arm, but he wouldn't let go. It hadn't been a question- Malfoy was the type who always got what he wanted- but Mac still answered, hoping to deter him, "No thanks."
"Stupid mudblood. No one passes up the chance to be with Lucius Malfoy," he snarled, pulling her towards the door. It was strange how quickly his mood had changed, but he was good at faking. Anything to get what he desired. Mac opened her mouth to tell him to let her go, but he was too quick, pulling out his wand and saying, "Silencio!"
She kept opening and closing her mouth, but it wasn't working because of the charm. She reached for her wand, but realized that she had never put it back in her pocket after the game. By this point, he had opened the door. She tried to pull away, but he was at least half a foot taller than her, and wouldn't let her go. Her other hand was scratching at his, but it was like he couldn't even feel it. She wasn't walking, but her feet were sliding across the floor, forcing her to follow Malfoy.
She saw Narcissa Black staring at her, glaring. Mac knew what she must have thought, she was Malfoy's girlfriend, but that had never stopped him from doing whatever he wanted. But Narcissa always got back at the other girls, and Mac knew it would only be a matter of time before Narcissa also got her revenge against her.
But then the door shut, and she was alone with Malfoy, who dragged her down the hall and pushed her into an alcove. She tried to punch him, but he grabbed her wrists in one hand. There was nothing she could do, he was pushing her against the wall. She attempted to knee him, to do anything to stop him, but he was too close. His whole body was pressed up against her, and the sensation made her shudder. She wished she was wearing her robes, then she wouldn't be able to feel him so much. But she was only wearing muggle jeans and a t-shirt. She tried to make her mind blank, tried not to think about what he was about to do to her.
She was not successful.
A/N Cliffie!!! Muahahahaha!