Here is yet another chapter, my lovelies :) Sorry for a wait, I've been tired and homework and yada yada yada... You understand ;) But it's here! And you get to find out who Harriet is! Enjoy!

"I'm –"

"Harriet?"

Both girls twirled around to face…Blaise Zabini. His dark skin looked odd in the sunlight, as opposed to the dim lamps of the Slytherin common room. Annabelle watched his gaze turn between the pair before indefinitely landing on Harriet.

"Quit bothering Annabelle, Ria," he muttered. She crossed her own arms, mimicking him perfectly.

"You broke up with me, Blaise, meaning that what I do is no longer your concern. And don't call me Ria!" she snapped in reply. Annabelle was too shocked to make a sound, watching the events before her unfold.

She had definitely not seen Blaise and Harriet once being a couple coming. After all, she had come up to Annabelle and asked about Blaise Zabini, then basically spilt that she liked him. But then again, not minutes ago, Annabelle had shared her first kiss with her.

Ugh.

Her first kiss had been wasted. The thought made her mentally gag.

"Only because you're a fucking lesbian slut!" Blaise shouted, and this made Annabelle wake from her short reverie.

"Who the hell are you calling a slut?" she suddenly called. Both Harriet and Blaise looked at her in bewilderment. The latter shook his head heatedly.

"This isn't about you, Annabelle. Just run along and –" Annabelle cut over him, though, her eyes filling with fire.

"I won't! You have no fucking right to call Harriet a slut! What the fuck has she done to you that gives you the right to do something so dick-headed?"

"Well, she was only dating me to get to my ex-girlfriend," Blaise explained as though it were the simplest thing on earth.

"That doesn't make her a slut! It makes her shallow –"

"Hey!" Harriet chimed in.

"– but not a slut! And you broke up with her because of this?" she screamed. He didn't answer, staring at her with surprise. "I'll take that as a yes, you prick. Now apologize to Harriet this instant before I whip your ass."

"I'm sorry," Blaise grumbled, looking shocked that he was even speaking. Annabelle turned towards the girl in question and calmed a bit.

"Harriet, you're a great girl, but I have no romantic feelings towards you. That kiss…it meant nothing to me. And I'm really sorry if it seems that I led you on." She smiled kindly. "I hope we can still be friends."

"Not the friends speech," Harriet groaned, to which Annabelle laughed.

"It's true. I'm sorry, but I'm really just…not in the mood for a relationship at the time being. I'll see you later," she sighed. She turned on her heel, marching down the corridor and promptly shoving Blaise out of her way.

She didn't care if she was thrown into the Black Lake starkers. At this point, she'd rather kiss the Giant Squid than Blaise fucking Zabini.

"Quidditch match today!" Kenzie shrieked in delight, brushing her hair back into a tight bun. Her bright blue eyes were alight even more than usual with excitement at the prospect of riding her Nimbus 2000 for the first time in what felt like forever. The Slytherin's were a caddy bunch, and as such, they believed that practice was overrated. She didn't dislike the notion of no movement, but she had an inkling that they would fall flat on their faces to Gryffindor. And Rose.

And she didn't want to lose to Rose.

"No shit, Sherlock," the blonde replied, but her own smile gave away her true emotions. Quick as a flash, she braided her long hair with force, and tied it at the end. She was glaring at her breakfast of an omelette and coffee.

"Don't be mean to your food," Eryn chastised, slapping her friend on the shoulder. Rose smiled for Eryn's sake.

She'd been in an exceptionally good mood the week after she found out that her best friend had shagged her crush of forever. Especially considering said circumstances. She simply made no contact with Harry or Sam.

And her friends followed her example on the Sam bit. They shut her out. Instead of clogging up the Hufflepuff table, she was sitting alone at Ravenclaw, picking at her buttered toast. Every once in a while, she would glance up to them to see if they were looking her way, but they never were.

Along with being quieter than ever, Sam didn't respond to any of the blokes who hit on her. Nor did they hear of any rumors where she was found by Snape shagging some third year in a broom closet. And though they would never admit it, they were worried. She'd said so herself: sex was an outlet for stress. But all her stress was just building and building until someone uncorked it and it spewed everywhere.

Deep down, they knew they'd be the ones to clean up the mess. They just didn't want to say anything out loud.

"You had better be coming to the match, Annabelle," Kenzie chastised. The girl nodded so her auburn curls tumbled over her shoulders a bit.

"Don't worry. Eryn promised to sit next to me instead of finding some seat up close and screaming for both teams. We always get such funny looks when we don't just pick one House."

"That's what happens when you have friends in different Houses, my love," Rose replied evenly before checking her watch. "Shit. Kenzie and I have to get down there. We'll see you at the Pitch!"

And she hurtled herself away, Kenzie following in her midst.

"Mind if I sit here?"

Eryn looked startled as she gazed up, seeing Sam looking a bit pitiful and staring down. Her big blue eyes were sad and depressing. Her waves looked limp, more so than anyone else's in the dim November sun. She hadn't even bothered to dress herself to perfection. Instead, she wore jeans and a loose tee. Eryn's stomach dropped a bit and clenched as it was forced back up.

"Sure," she managed to spit out, and moved over. Sam huddled next to her. In the freezing weather, Annabelle, Eryn, and Sam all sat in close quarters to keep from dying of hypothermia.

"Welcome to the first Quidditch match of the season!" the commentator cried, and all the students let out roars of appreciation. "This one will be against Slytherin and Gryffindor, to see who will begin the lead of it all! Now make some noise for the Slytherin team! Crabbe, Goyle, Malfoy, Vaisey, Warrington, Thorne, and Captain Montague!"

The Gryffindor's booed as they swooped out onto the field, landing gracefully on one side of it. Slytherin's began to practically worship them as though they were Merlin. Kenzie, being one of the Slytherin Chasers, was situated near Malfoy, much to her malcontent.

"And now, scream and holler for the Gryffindor team! Carson, Weasley, Weasley, Robins, Bell, Peakes, and Captain Potter!"

The calls for the Gryffindor team were significantly louder than that of the Slytherin. Rose landed so that she was basically opposite Ron. Neither made eye content, as Rose settled for making faces at Kenzie childishly. Having the maturity level of a two year old, Kenzie responded.

Madam Hooch marched out onto the field between the two. "Shake hands, captains!" Harry winced at the tight grip of Montague before mounting his broom again. "Ready, set, PLAY!"

Hooch threw the Quaffle into the air, as the Bludgers and Snitch were already whizzing about, and the game began. Kenzie quickly followed the Quaffle with intensity. Rose flew off to the side, watching out for any teammates that may need help defending themselves against a damn Bludger.

"BELL QUICKLY TAKES POSSESSION OF THE QUAFFLE! SHE'S OFF! LEFT, RIGHT, LEFT AGAIN, NARROWLY DODGING THE SWING OF SLYTHERIN BEATER GOYLE'S BAT! THAT SHOULD EARN THEM A PENALTY! BUT THE GAME PROGRESSES!"

Rose listened carefully to the commentary, simply watching the moving shapes with little interest. Quite honestly, she more so just wanted to hit something. She swung her bat aimlessly about, keeping it to herself so as not to earn her team a foul.

Kenzie, on the other hand, was flying at the speed of light. Her eyes stung as the cool air slipped into her corneas. But she had a goal: the Quaffle. In order to win the game, she needed to get that Quaffle away from Katie Bell and towards Ron Weasley's hoops.

"BELL IS NEARLY THERE! SHE CHUCKS THE QUAFFLE INTO THE HOOP, BUT VAISEY IS FASTER! HE SWATS IT AWAY LIKE A BUG FROM HIS FACE! AND POSSESSION GOES TO THORNE!"

Rose perked at her friend's last name. Kenzie had the Quaffle? Interesting… Without another thought, Rose tilted up and began to fly towards Ron. He looked anxious and tense, watching Kenzie and the Quaffle near his posts.

Much to Rose's delight, a Bludger neared the Keeper, and she had reason to hit something. Drawing her bat back, she smacked the Bludger away, and in the process, the Quaffle as well, as Kenzie decided at that moment to toss it in. The latter girl shot her friend a dirty look before zooming after the lost Quaffle. Rose smirked.

"Nice save," a deep, scratchy voice said in her ear, making her nearly jump off of her broom. She sent a glare at Ron when he laughed her reaction. "You should turn red more often, love. It suits you."

Wait…did he just compliment her?

She gave him an odd look, and missed a Bludger as it came racing through a hoop, nearly hitting her in the head. She did a double-take, but ultimately decided just to do her duty: protect the Chasers. She whizzed off, flipping Ron the bird as she did.

Kenzie stared around the arena in a fruitless effort to find an unused Quaffle. But they were all being hoarded by other Chasers of either team. Instead, her gaze came to rest on the Slytherin Seeker. His blonde hair was ruffled more than ever, and windswept from leaning in and pulling up so often on his fancy broom from Switzerland or something. He could almost be considered cute…

No! she shrieked internally. No, Malfoy is not slightly cute! He's vile and a pain in the arse and everything you loathe! Not cute! Not!

It was ironic how just how she thought this, he happened to land next to her. His smirk was wide and cruel, and she simply rolled her eyes in his direction and took off. He followed.

"Stalker!" she hollered, making him laugh.

"Don't flatter yourself, Thorne!" he called back over the whistling wind. "I'm looking for the Snitch, and you know it!"

"Then why are you following me!"

"Because I saw Potter go this way."

Made sense. Damn him being so smart.

"Well, find another route! I'm getting a Quaffle so we can win! We are, after all, twenty points up!" she tried to say clearly. It was too much of a mouthful, though, and the ice cold November wind made her lips numb.

"You're turning blue," he commented conversationally. She eyed him in the most peculiar way. "Just looking out for your wellbeing, Thorne."

She snorted, which hurt, as her throat was as dry as sandpaper and her face was bright red and tender. "When have you ever given a damn about my wellbeing?" she contradicted.

"Since you called me Draco a few weeks ago."

This made her turn her head, and as such, she couldn't see in front of her. The only thing in her view was his face, tinged with pink and looking actually innocent. Not smug or cocky, as was usual. Just…innocent.

But Kenzie was a klutz. And she managed to fly straight into a pole.

The Gryffindor side erupted in laughter, as well as part of the Slytherin's. Draco's face paled, even for him. Rose stopped flying, and unintentionally hit a Bludger so hard that it crunched into a tower. All eyes were on the girl as she began to drop, most ungracefully, to the ground.

Draco was the one to catch her, surprising everyone.

FINALLY some Kenzie/Draco action ;) Maybe some more next chappie too? And some Neville/Sam, Harry/Eryn, Rose/Ron, and Blaise/Annabelle? ;)

PS: any bad spelling in the last bit is due to my inability to feel my fingers. I'm sitting in an ice rink, watching my sister skate around and around. And there's no coffee left :(

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