I'm back! Here you go, chapter 11!
I walked quickly to the Quidditch field. We had already had tryouts and I of course got my spot as chaser. Today was our first game…against Slytherin. It was half an hour until I had to meet with the team. I already had my uniform on. My hair was in a long French braid down my back. As I walked, I saw exactly who I wanted to see. Draco. He was in his green uniform, and was smiling at me. "Morning, Tiffany." He said reaching out. I hugged him, standing on my toes. "I don't know what I'm going to do! You're on one team, I'm on the other. And our houses hate each other." I said quickly.
"Slow down. No one is going to worry. Just don't look at me, and I'll try not to look at you." Draco said, laughing. "It's not that I'm worried about that! I'm worried about your new beater, Pansy!" I told him, crossing my arms over my chest. She had become the beater and I just knew she had it out for me. "Don't worry about her. Just focus on doing what you do best; beating Slytherin." It was true, almost every game I had played in since I got on the team in third year, Gryffindor had won.
"Okay, okay. I won't worry. I won't worry." I muttered, almost to myself. "That's my girl." Draco said, folding me into his arms. He gave me a kiss on my forehead. I pulled back an inch and he kissed the tip of my nose. I looked up at his gray eyes and he kissed my lips. I kissed him back, my eyes fluttering close. I felt his arms weave their way around my waist, mine were weaving themselves around his neck. Draco pulled my upwards and I was standing on my toes, almost too short. I sighed against his lips.
My lips parted with his and I fluttered my eye lashes. I held him tighter, as he squeezed my waist. A warmth spread out over my body, starting at my heart, making its way down to my toes. I forgot where I was and just thought of the boy in front of me. Draco's hands played with the bottom of my long braid, as my hands wove their way through his blonde locks. I heard a bell ring in the distance giving the signal for all players to go to their tent.
I didn't want to, but I pulled back, letting myself snap back into reality. "We should go." I whispered, my eyes still closed, my forehead touching Draco's. "We have to?" He begged. I gave a soft laugh. "See you on the field. Good luck." I opened my eyes and smiled, my eyes meeting Draco's. "Good luck." He told me. Before he turned away he gave me a light kiss on my nose, then on both my cheeks. Draco walked away, going to meet up with the Slytherins, leaving me grinning like an idiot.
I met the rest of the team in the tent and I sat down beside Harry. "I still can't believe Ron's not talking to me." I said. Harry shrugged. "He wants to, I just think that he doesn't want to think of you and think of Malfoy at the same time." I looked at Harry with disbelief. "Well, I…I…that is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. Why would he think like that? I'm sure I won't like some of his future girlfriends!" I started to pace and Harry's eyes followed me. "Why on Earth…" I muttered. It was soon time for the game to start. I held my broom tightly. I stood beside Harry, in front of the twins.
I walked out of the tent, more like strutted. I mounted my broom and waited. I took a deep breath, my eyes flitting around. Pansy was glaring at me. The whistle blew and I kicked off. The Slytherins had the ball and I flew with my other teammates. Wood blocked a shot and I caught the quaffle. I flew back to the other end of the field, throwing the quaffle to Katie. She scored. Thirty minutes later Gryffindor had made three more goals, two of which were mine. I was flying below Katie when a bludger flew right past my ear. I had a cursing from Pansy. She meant to hit me.
"We got you Tiffany!" Fred yelled from beside me. I caught the Quaffle which was thrown down to me. I flew to goal. I threw it in just as the whistle sounded. Harry caught the Snitch. I flew down to land and as I touched down, Harry pulled me into a hug. "We did it! We won!" He said. "Don't we always?" I cried over the cheering. I turned around and searched for Draco, but Harry pulled me away. I ended up sitting with Hermione in the common room, Ron and Harry were talking in hushed tones. Ron would glance at me every now and then. Hermione and I were writing our potion's essay. I scribbled on the parchment with my quill, it making a scratching sound. I only had a forth of a foot left. I scribbled quietly.
Hermione and I had taken residence on one of the couches, our backs against one of the ends. Our toes were inches from each other's. Crookshanks lay in the space and on our toes. The tabby purred slightly, his tail tucked up against him, and his eyes were closed. Hermione and I finished at the same time. We each stretched, laughing at Crookshanks' meow of protest at our movement. I ran a hand over his fur and he started to purr again. I tilted my head and thought of what I could do with the three more hours of the afternoon I had.
Should I go look for Draco? Should I plan a prank with the twins? Should I study? Should I just hang out and try to talk with my friends? What shall I do?
I know it was short but I had to get something up. Answer the questions in the last paragraph. What should Tiff do? Answer soon and I shall write quickly. ~ a hunter of artemis here