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Draco slammed open the slytherin changing room door with one hand whilst tugging his blonde hair and balancing his broom in the other. He was not in a good mood, Flint had called a last minuet late night quidditch practice and frankly draco would rather be in the common room acquainting himself with the newly blossomed 5th years.

Draco strided out to the quidditch pitch to be greeted by his team-mates all of whom were sucking up to flint to keep there places on the team. The air was chilly so he wrapped his robes tighter around himself, Crabbe and Goyle were muttering in oafish murmurs for some apparent reason whilst pointing madly at the sky.

Looking up draco saw a girl was flying dipping elegantly in and out of the quid ditch rings like and eagle she soared her hair trailing beautifully behind her, entranced by the swirls of the girl and her broom he momentarily failed to notice the glaring red robes that accompanied this vision, abruptly his conscious came crashing down and he joined in the hurling of Gryffindor related insults with the rest of his team-mates, as the insults left his lips it was as if they took on the form of poisoned darts aimed straight towards the elegant girl they appeared to hit target as she began to come crashing to the ground, lower…lower….lower she came so close the team had to scatter in a panic. However at the last moment she pulled her broom up sharp and landed gracefully.

"what the hell are you playing at, you could of killed one of us" screamed flint, spit flailing from his mouth

"just thought id give you a proper welcome Flint"

the emphasis on the t was cutting. The girl had dismounted her broom and began to barge through the clutter of slytherins aiming glares left, right and centre. As she passed she slammed into dracos shoulder with such a force he almost slipped. Almost.

"oi watch where the fuck your going you filthy mublood."

Draco delivered the trademark slytherin insult with such ease he barely felt the meaning behind the word. The girl stopped in her tracks and looked over her shoulder, draco saw her face now, the neat oval framed by a mass o wavy brown hair, emphasising the flare of anger in the piercing green eyes in the creamy coloured face. She was angry but it wasn't the anger that worried him it was the beauty.

"You what? Do you even know whether I'm pure blood or not? Your disgusting all of you, and you"

she turned on Malfoy and walked right up to his face so close that if you didn't realise the anger in the exchange you would think they would kiss

" I hope you rot in hell"

with this the girl wheeled around and stormed up and out of the quid ditch pitch towards the castle leaving the slytherins behind her unusually quiet.