Draco sat next to you and pulled out his quill and ink. "You play Quidditch, right?"

"Yeah. I'm a chaser." You say as Professor Binns floated into the room asking everyone to take out there books and turn to page five hundred and seventy-three. "Why?" you say hushed voice.

"We are holding tryouts for the house team. We need a new chaser."

"When?"

"Tomorrow, after classes."

"I'll be there."

"Miss Griffin, Mr. Malfoy? Do you wish to share anything with the class?"

"No sir, sorry." The ghost Professor turned back to his teaching.

One week later. You sat in the Common room working on a essay for McGonigall's class when Draco came in and smiled at you. "What's up with you?" you ask.

"You made the team. We just finished discussing it."

You jump up and hug him.

"I thought you'd like to know that." He said hugging you back. "Practice starts tonight. And the first game is against Gryffindor."

First game of the season; Slytherin vs. Gryffindor You mount your broom and take off in a few laps around the Quidditch field then come to rest in the center where Madam Hooch was standing, the Quaffle in hand. Montague, the caption of the Slytherin team shook hands with Angelina, the Gryffindor caption. They glared at each other and gripped each other's hands like they wanted to break each other's fingers. "Now I want a clean game this year." Madam Hooch said looking at the Gryffindors, then the Slytherins. She released the Bludgers and the snitch, they all flew off. Then she tossed up the Quaffle you lean forward and grab the Quaffle and start speeding towards the Gryffindor goals, being guarded by Ron. You had heard that he wasn't much of a keeper and that he was the Slytherin's king' the year before the Slytherins had made up a song for this so-called king. As you sped past the stands, you heard that your house members were chanting it again this year.

"Weasley cannot save a thing, he cannot block a single ring, that's why Slytherins all sing; Weasley is our king. Weasley was born in a bin, he always lets the Quaffle in, Weasley will make sure we win, Weasley is our king. Weasley is our king, Weasley is our king, he always lets the Quaffle in, Weasley is our king."

You hoped that that was still true. You reached the hoops and toss the ball thru the middle hoop. "HA! You're still our king Weasley!!" You shout as he retrieves the Quaffle and passes it to Angelina. You swoop in and take the Quaffle from her and pass it to Montague, who sped down to the hoops. But this time, Ron was ready so Montague passed the Quaffle to you and you passed it to Warrington who made the shot. Ron passed the Quaffle and Montague sped towards her and grabbed it from her grasp. She was on him right away and he passed it to you. You started to speed away towards the hoops again when Andrew Kirke struck a Bludger hit you square in the back. You start to fall off your broom and drop the Quaffle in catching yourself. Your back hurt but you stretched it out and felt fine. You look around and see A Gryffindor with the Quaffle at the Slytherin hoops. Warrington and Montague were speeding after her. You start to follow. You were almost caught up and she pitches the ball. Bletchley, your team's Keeper saves it and passes it to Warrington. "You okay, Griffin?" Montague asks as you and he follow Warrington down to the Gryffindor hoops.

"Yeah. I'm fine." Warrington tossed the Quaffle and Ron caught it. Crabbe hit a bludger and before Ron could pass the Quaffle off, the Bludger hit him in the head and he fell off his broom. You catch the Quaffle and toss it into the hoop.

Above you, Draco and Harry were circling the field like vultures. Looking for a small glint of gold. You glance up and see Draco start to speed. He had spotted the Snitch. Harry was close on his tail and was threatening to pass him. "Goyle! Ignore Angelina! Get Potter!" you shout. Goyle hit the Bludger with a grunt and sent it speeding at Harry. It hit its mark and Harry almost fell off his broom. Draco gave one last boost of speed and reached out his hand fisted its self and he pulled to a stop, his arm above his head. The snitch glittered brilliantly in his fingers. You and the rest of your team speed towards him and you give him a hug. "You did it! You beat Potter!"

"Good job, Malfoy!" Warrington shouted over the cheer of the Slytherins.

"You too Griffin!" Added Montague, cuffing you on the back causing a bit of pain where the Bludger had hit you. Then he left to shake hands with Angelina. He had a smirkish smile on his face and she looked ready to murder him, which made his smile widen.

Draco led you to the hospital wing so that Madam Pomfrey could do something about your back, which was hurting more now that you were off your broom. As you enter the wing, you see Ron sitting on a bed with bandages rapped around his head and Harry next to him, Madam Pomfrey was handing him a puce colored potion. After Harry drank it, screwing his face up in disgust, She walked over to you. "What's wrong with you two?"

"A Bludger hit my back and it's a bit sore."

She went over to a table and handed you a yellow potion. "Drink this, Miss Griffin." You drank it. It tasted of cooked cabbage and you almost spit it out.

"Thank you." You said as your back started to feel like normal.

She nodded, "You may go."
You and Draco walked out and started for the Slytherin Common room. "There's going to be a killer party!" Draco said as he slipped his arm around your waste. You laugh as you come to the Stonewall that concealed the door to your common room. "Pureblood" the door slid open and you entered a room full of cheers. Bletchley handed you and Draco each a Butterbeer.

"I think Jade Griffin here is a good lucky charm! We are off to the best start we have had since before Potter joined their team!" said a seventh year boy. You smile and take a deep swig of your Butterbeer.

"This weekend is a Hogsmade weekend, you want to go with me?" Draco asked you as you walked out of History of Magic class.

"Oh, and here I was thinking of going with Bletchley!"

"Oh, Haha."

"Of coarse I'll go with you."

"Come on. Lunch won't eat its self!"

You tangle your fingers with his and start towards the Great Hall when Harry and Ron rush past you, knocking into your shoulder. "What the?" you and Draco follow them. They were at the main doors hugging a familiar girl with frizzy hair.

"Granger." You sneer. "Your back? And I was having such a good time with out you!"

"I'm not in the mood for you right now, Griffin!"

"So, tell me. Is your father finally dead?"

"No." she spat. "He's back at home!"

"Too bad." You mumble and Draco stiffens a laugh.

"What was that?"

"Hm? Oh, nothing. Now, if you'll excuse us." You say turning away to finally get your lunch. Draco put his arm around you and you lean into him as you walk. You sit in your usual spot at the Slytherin table with your friends, Crabbe and Goyle.

"You two are a bit latter than usual."

"Yeah, that Granger Mudblood is back."

"Oh, why was she gone again?"

"Her mother's funeral and her father was ill." Draco said.

"But her father got better. Too bad."

"Yeah, at least when he was ill, she was out of our hair."

"Maybe he'll get ill again and she'll go…"

"And that will be one less mudblood to worry about."

You step out of the old pub in Hogsmade, your arm hooked through Draco's. The hues of reds and oranges danced and twirled about the streets as the leaves fall from the trees. The air was slowly becoming brisker and sent small shivers down your back and Draco put his arm around you to shield you from the chill. You lean into him lovingly. The streets were outlandishly abandoned but you didn't care. You heard some heavy footsteps behind you, and you and Draco turn to meet the ends of three wands pointing at your faces.

"Bloody Hell!" Draco said as he stepped in front of you. You look over his shoulder at three wizards you had never seen. The woman had bright pink hair, one man was pail, and the other had a magical eye that swerved in its socket. "P-professor Moody? Professor Lupin?" asked Draco looking at the men.

"We're not your teachers any more, Mr. Malfoy." The one with the eye growled.

"You two will be coming with us." The woman said coldly.

"No we're not, Pinky!"

"You have no choice, Miss Griffin." The pale man said grabbing your arm.

"I make it a habit not to walk away from school with forceful strangers." You spat, trying to yank your arm away.

The man with the eye held onto Draco and you two were roughly guided down the streets and into a hidden cave near the Shrieking Shack. There were two chairs and a few potions in the center of the room. The two men forced you and Draco into the chairs and the woman bound you to them.

"What's going on??"

"We haven plausible reason to believe that you two are relaying important information to the Dark Lord." The woman said.

"You Know Who? Why would we be giving him information?" Draco asked.

"And what information could we give him?"

"Give them the truth potion, they won't talk. And we can't trust them!" said the one with the eye.

"Go ahead, Moody, we aren't hiding anything!" Draco said.

"Tonks?" Moody nodded to the woman.

The woman forced the potion down your throat then Draco's.

"Now what have you told the dark lord or any of his followers?" The pale man who you thought was Lupin asked.

"Nothing. Like I said before, we don't give him anything!" Draco glared.

"The only person I have talked to outside of Hogwarts is my father and a Healer at Saint Mungo's when I was visiting my Mum with Hermione." You say innocently.

"What gave you the idea that we were helping The Dark Lord?"

"We received a letter." Tonks said.

"Mind unbinding us, or are you still not believing us?"

Lupin waved his wand and the ropes fell way so you could stand.

"A letter? From whom?"

"We don't know. And we are sorry, but you can never be to careful in times like this."

You walk across the Grounds of Hogwarts. Draco had gone off with Crabbe and Goyle. You saw Hermione skip towards Harry and Ron. Something told you to follow her, so you crouched behind a tree and looked around it at Hermione and her friends.

"Why are you so happy?" asked Ron, leaning in and giving her a kiss.

"I am finally getting my revenge on Jade Griffin." Hermione smiled.

"How?" Ron asked, excited.

"Hermione, Revenge is…"

"I know how you feel about Revenge, Harry, but she is just so… UG!!"

"So how did you do it?" Ron asked again.

"I sent a letter."

"To her?"

"No, to Mad-eye Moody." She giggled as she remembered.

"Wha-?"

"And here I thought that I was the evil' one, Granger! At least I never told lies about you being a Bloody Death Eater!" you shout, cutting into the conversation.

"I didn't lie!"

"Yes you did! You told Moody, Lupin and Tonks that Draco and I were Death Eaters!"

"You two ARE bloody Death Eaters!!"

"Ha! And what would give you that bloody idea?"

"I overheard you two talking in the library! You two were talking about sending your newest information to You Know Who!"

"Hate to tell you this, Granger, but that wasn't Draco and I."

"What? Then who?"

"I don't know, but you owe me! Do you know how disgusting Truth Elixir tastes?"

"I-I'm sorry, Jade."

You give her a derogatory look and turn on your heel and trot up to the castle. You found Draco and his friends in the Slytherin common room. "Draco, I need to tell you something."

"What?"

"Alone."

"Alright, guys?"

Crabe and Goyle got up and strolled out of the room. "Draco, I know who sent that letter framing us."

"Who?"

"Granger. She heard two people talking in the library and thought it was us."

"Why us?"

"Draco, that's not the bloody point!"

"Hu?"

"Listen, She heard two students saying that they were working for the Dark Lord. A boy and Girl in this school are undercover Death Eaters!"

"And who are they?"

"I don't know. But I want to know."