Chapter Five

Quidditch Kiss

Hope stared at Professor Lockheart, her mind drifting slowly off into a dream world were she had Harry were walking next to the lake, hand in hand, the sun just starting to set.

"And then I grabbed the vampire by the scruff and- come on Harry your not evening trying to looked startled, THAT'S better! So there we were-" Lockheart continued his story about the vampire, Harry's face now looking like bright red tomatoes, he could not look at the class.

Hope rather hated Defense Against the Dark Art's class, all she ever learned was that their professor had a very large ego and what he lacked in brains; he made up in smile. The bell rang and she quickly skittered out of the room before Lockheart could even tell them the homework. I'll just ask Ginny later…. Speaking of which, I still have to ask her where she went yesterday! Yes Hope still had no idea why the Weasley girl had gone and ditched her, taking along all her books. But said books returned to her later that evening, for when she woke up the next day… they were sitting on top of a neighboring tabletop and for days on end Ginny would avoid Hope at all cost. If she was writing something down in a book and Hope entered, Ginny would up and leave. If each were walking down opposite ends of a corridor, Ginny would turn right around and quickly hurry off in a different direction. Some times she wouldn't even come to breakfast, launch, or dinner. Maybe she thinks I the heir? But she wasn't around when Draco and I were caught.

Ginny wasn't the only one avoiding Hope. About half the school seemed to run away at the site of her, though it could be said that more then 70 percent of the Slytherin's now rather enjoyed her company.

"Why does nothing ever go my way?" she muttered, heading to the Gryffindor common room. "Maybe I should have been in Slytherin- NO! I mustn't think like that…. Wattlebird."

The Fat Lady's portrait swung open to reveal the lion's den. A nice orange and fire was burning and not a student was hanging out in the common room that night. Hope sighed with relief and sat down in a big, red, squishy armchair. For well over an hour, Hope worked vigorously into the night, her hand writing getting sloppier by the minute. Father would have my head if he saw that I was writing down right now.

Potions was a breeze for the adopted Malfoy, Transfiguration too. She did fairly well in Charms. Defense Against the Dark Arts…. Was better then all three combined. I guess it helps to have a former Deatheater as a father!

"Er… Hope?"

Hope whipped her head around to see where the voice had come from. She gasped when she stared back into Ginny Weasley's eyes.

"I… I am sorry!" Ginny looked down at her feet, to embarrassed to look her friend in the face.

Hope starred at Ginny for a minute. "Don't be," she muttered, "it's not like you meant to ditch me…"

It was silent for a bit, the fire crackled dully in the background. Ginny looked up to face Hope.

"Hope…. Could you tell me… what happened the day, the day… I felt you?"

Silence fell again. Hope starred back at the small mouse-like girl. "Don't you remember what happened," she asked. Ginny shook her head, red strains flying every which way.

"Well, it sorta went like this…."

Draco stayed awake all that night thinking about the up coming Quidditch game, Slytherin VS. Gryffindor! He wondered what team his sister would cheer. She might cheer for Gryffindor- but I'm her brother… so she might cheer for me… He continued to ponder this thought a bit longer before deciding that he could not sleep and that he needed snack to tide his hunger over.

"Those disgusting creators love to give that food away." He mumbled.

The trip hadn't taken very long, the picture with the fruit (The entrance to the Hogwarts kitchens.) Was very close by.

Just tickle the pear, he thought, tickling the green fruit and it formed it's self into a door handle. Malfoy grasped the handle tightly and yanked open the portrait. Hundreds of house elves were moving here and there, making sweets for the next morning, half stopped to notice that Draco was there then hurry off and in a matter of second reappear with five trays full of hot coco.

"Thanks." He muttered taking a cup from tray of the nearest elf.

"Would the master be wanting anything else?" It asked him, it's voice high and squeaky.

"Yeah, a piece of bread," two elves trust two platefuls of French bread at him, "and… a bar or chocolate." Well over ten bars of chocolate sweets surrounded him now.

"Anything else, sir?" It asked him again.

"No, no… I'm good…" Draco took a bit out of bread and a sip of his hot coco. The most elves now hurry back to finish off the breakfast meals for the morning; some stayed with Draco in case he need them to do anything else. Filthy things…

"… And I thought we a goner for sure- but it just left us there, said something about being pureblood." Hope told Ginny, the fire now dying down to a flicker of burning orange.

Ginny was silent for a moment, fingers playing with strands of her red hair.

"So… it's my fault every one thinks you and Malfoy are the heirs…" she said quietly.

"No! I-It's not your fault at all… you can't even remember what happened that day, right?"

Ginny starred at the dying flames. "Yeah," she murmured, "right." Pat, pat, pat. It had starred to rain; small dripplets of water were hitting the glass pains of the common room windows. "So… there's a Quidditch game tomorrow, are you going?" Ginny asked, doing her best to change to subject at all costs.

"Oh the game! I'd completely forgot!" Jumping to her feet and knocking over several books over in the processes, Hope paced back and forth wondering now who she should and would cheer for. She rounded on Ginny.

"Ginny- who do I cheer for?"

"What?" Ginny asked, surprised by such an unusual question.

"Who do I cheer for? Gryffindor or Draco? He is my brother and all but what about my house? Do I cheer for them or my family?"

Draco starred at out of the window; it was raining cats and dogs out. Great, he thought. Just PERFECT weather for tomorrow's game, just perfect…

Hope watched as the Gryffindor team entered the Quidditch arena. Harry waved at her; she hesitated before waving back at him. Next entered the Slytherin team, more then half the crowed booed while the rest cheered. She spotted her brother, his pure white gleaming hair, shinning magnificently- even in the horrid weather conditions he was still beautiful. No, Hope thought sternly to herself. No- you never thought that! You never thought that…. She repeated said chant until the Slytherin team mounted their brooms and took off, green robes billowing wildly about them.

The whistle was blow and everything became a blur, the rain making things even more impossible to see. Though the speakers Hope could tell the score as Lee Jordan shouted out, "Slytherin leads, sixty to zero-"

Harry meanwhile was having problems of his own, a mad Bludger seemed to have taken a liking to him and was chasing him all over the field. Harry zoomed right, it followed. Harry divided downwards, it still followed. Harry did a triple loop-de-loop with a spinning kick, and guess what? It still followed.

Annoyed by this, Harry zoomed over to the Beaters of the team (Fred and George,) and yelled at them, "Hey! A little help over here!" The twins turned and smacked the oncoming Bludger as Harry zoomed by them.

"Thanks." But the metal ball turned around and started it's chase after the Boy Who Could Not Escape The Evil Annoying Bludger again.

Harry let out a cry of annoyance, Fred smacked the Bludger at Malfoy but it turned on the spot and pelted right back at Harry.

Hope starred at a shape whizzing back and forth. "Is that Harry?" She turned, asking Hermione.

Hermione starred at the shape and gasped.

"That's Harry! And look! A Bludger's chasing after him!"

"WHAT!!!!"

Hope turned her attention back to Potter, as he dip, dived, and bucked to avoid the mad metal object.

Malfoy on the other hand was having a hard time staying on his broom; he could not help but laugh as Potter did every thing in his power to avoid the Bludger.

"What's the matter, Potter? Got another fan have you? I think this one wants more then your picture, Potter!" Draco called to Harry as he did a swift turn to escape the Bludger.

"Shut it, Malfoy!" Harry yelled as he zoomed past Draco.

The Bludger smashed into Draco, nearly sending him crashing to the ground, and then continued its chase after Potter.

Crap. Draco thought as he pulled himself back onto his broom. Nearly fell off- Harry whizzed by Draco again. This time Malfoy fell and with a stroke of luck grabbed the end of Harry's broom.

"Let go!" Harry cried, serving to left and right trying to make Draco let go.

"Stop it you idiot! You keep doing that and I fall!"

The Bludger charged at both of them. They swore loudly at the same time and then two things happened. First, Draco fell off his broom and second, Harry's arm was smashed by the crazed Bludger.

"Draco!" Hope screamed as she watched her brother fall.

She raced out onto the pitch, her eyes never leaving Draco. "Securus!" Hope yelled. Draco landed with a light thump; his Quidditch uniform splattered with mud. "Draco! Draco are you ok?" Oh I HOPE I said that spell right! "Draco! Draco say something anything!"

Draco blinked a few times. He moved a piece of mud-splattered hair out of his face and starred at his sister.

"You… you saved me…"

"Harry's got the Snitch- Gryffindor wins!" The cheering from the houses drowned Lee's voice out as he announced the winners. Then the cheering stopped, cry's filled the air- Hope turned to see Harry lying on the ground, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny rushing towards him. "Harry…" She murmured, completely forgetting her brother.

No! Draco yelled in his head. I will no lose her to Potter! Draco grabbed his younger sister by the arm and pulled her close to him. "Draco what are you-" He kissed her before she could even say anything else.

There they where, in the mud, completely soaked by the rain…. And Draco was kissing Hope. He pulled away, his eye showing nothing but pure shock. Hope starred back at him.

"Draco! Hope!"

Both turned their heads to see Lucius Malfoy standing not but ten feet away from them. Oh… crap! I am so dead! They thought- and to be perfectly honest, they were 100 percent correct.

Yeah I did a random kiss sence... it was going to be Harry b-b-ut there was no way I could do that... so I just made Draco get angry- but don't worry all you HopeXHarry fans I promise I'll make them kiss... sooner or later... maybe in the next chapter... and I'm decided that I am going to do book 5 cause I'm going put a major plot twister in there and that one is just going to be fun to screw around with!

So I HOPE all of you liked this update! Sorry it took so long- I kept getting lazy or something would interput my work... oh well what can you do!

Please tell me what you think!

-Hope1090