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Chapter 44

Theo's POV

Quidditch matches were always entertaining. And today's especially so. Don't get me wrong, I didn't care for that stupid song, if you can call it that, which Draco had written last night. He had been in a particularly unforgiving mood these past few days. Initially he was drinking himself into stupor about the little situation we had a few weeks back but then he seemed to get his act together the night of the Hogsmeade trip. He went straight up to his dorm, slept the poison off his system, and was his usual self when he awoke.

Actually he was better than Draco, I do believe he engaged in conversation with Pansy prior to their usual exchange of intimacy, an action that was unprecedented and the latter announced to everyone who would listen. I turned to the anorexic brunette, she was chanting the song at the top of her lungs, face brimming with pride at her lovers sonnet for his nemesis. Lust really was a strange thing. Whatever happened to have helped Draco seemed to be just a twenty four hour thing though, because the next day he was his usual self. Actually no, he was worse. But no matter how many times he puts her down, Pansy still crawls back to him.

I moved to the side as Daphne was on her feet again, knocking her lemonade to the floor. I laughed at the look on her face, she really was the biggest quidditch fan. I laughed louder at the look on Blaise's face. The man hated how quidditch stole his lover's attention. He was such a child.

"Fuck Draco and this incessant song."

Blaise, who had an opinion on everything and was the self proclaimed guru on all things that were good, detested the song. He had nothing against the lyrics, no he liked the message, it was the composition, the flow, the rhythm he hated. The man was impossible to please.

"Why don't you go help conduct it then?"

He glared it me, it would be kind to say Cynthia Bullstrode had a huge crush on him. Too kind. The girl was obsessed with him. Stalked him. Astoria told us that she had walked in on the girl masturbating to his photo once. This of course caused us all hours of laughter and was used as arsenal when Daphne wanted to get back at Blaise, which happened twice a day, those two fought worse than they fucked and they fucked all the time. Cynthia stood front and centre, orchestrating Draco's song. I shook my head at the glinting badges that Millicent had made. The boy really did nothing for himself. Draco of course would argue that having to spend five minutes in the Bullstrodes' presence was punishment enough for his laziness.

Just then Cynthia 'accidently' tripped forward and fell onto Blaise's lap. He picked his hands up, away from any contamination and looked hopefully at Daphne. Daphne of course was busy screaming at Mason to man the posts better and didn't see a thing.

"Fuck you Nott." I continued laughing, the Zabini glare never worked on me. "This is why you wanted to sit in the front. Not because of weather conditions and view of play."

I was just about to retort that he knew full well that I didn't give a flying fuck about quidditch when a voice had me whipping my head around.

"Hey Bullstode." It wasn't a familiar voice, but I didn't have to know her to know who she was. Has Draco called her, the she-weasel. And as Blaise pointed out, she was no she weasel. The girl really did grow into her hair, I never thought that was possible. It helped that other parts of her grew as well. The smile widened on my face. Oh this was going to be fun.

Kitten just stepped out from the entrance to the stands. I could tell she was trying not to hex Cynthia, she always crossed her hands when she didn't want to use magic. She always subconsciously knew that if she used magic she would go too far. She leaned casually against the railings, the action pulling up the quidditch jersey she was wearing at the side, showing of a curve of tan. I looked to my side and bit back a laugh.

Blaise hated Kitten. He hated Kitten for getting Daphne involved in the whole mess a few weeks ago and he also hated Kitten for reasons he wouldn't even announce out loud… but I knew. He hated the way she looked at him. That look of expectation. That look of challenge. Challenging him to do better. To be better.

Blaise was always of the opinion that he was THE opinion on good things, and Kitten was definitely a good thing, good enough for him to forget his hate and stare at in appreciation. My laughter seemed to remind him that he hated her and his heated stare turned to a glower, it also seemed to call Kitten's attention. She smiled at me and I returned it effortlessly, she didn't speak though. This was the unspoken nature of our friendship.

"Stop that." I could tell that Kitten was trying to not roll her eyes at the She-weasel. Did she really think that telling Cynthia to stop would make her stop? Cynthia continued with the conducting, shooting the words up in the air.

"What THE heck! Mason! You're leaving the whole left post open! To YOUR left."

Daphne was on her feet again and I caught Blaise biting back a laugh. He was of the opinion that if he laughed at her it would promote more love for the game which he already was against her even liking.

"See Mi, I'm not the only one that thinks if they shout loud enough they can hear us." Kitten shot a toothy grin at the entrance. It would seem Granger was there. She was always the wiser of the two. She at least knew you don't walk into the snake pit teeth bearing and shackles raised for a fight.

"Thornton! What brings you to our neck of the woods? Realised that Bell and Spinnet are two years past their prime and decided to jump ship." Daphne didn't turn her eyes away from the match, Blaise sighed and I laughed at his failed attempt to get his lovers attention by caressing her thigh. "I wouldn't do that if I were you though…no matter how pathetic your chaser duo are doing, Masons keeper skills are despicable. What Malfoy was thinking when he…"

"Scurry back to that hole you call a house Weasley." Bullstrode seemed to recover from the initial shock of the cubs. She tilted her wand back up, spouting the words that Draco had given her last night shining green above her head. The redhead took a threatening step forward but Granger stopped her. She successfully reined the she weasel back, Kitten was no help of course, she was just as interested in the game as Daphne was. What was it with these girls and quidditch?

"Listen to Granger, she's right." I ignored Blaise's annoyed glance and continued stirring the pot. "Hexing the girl would achieve nothing. What you need to ask yourself is, what do I need to do to achieve my goals? Is your goal to hex Cynthia over there or do you want the chanting to stop?"

The she weasel looked confused at me, as if noticing me for the first time. The annoying chant rose up higher around us, I really wished Draco spent a tad bit more time to give the lyrics just a little finesse.

"I was under the assumption they were one in the same." Kitten smiled down at me and I laughed,

"Always ready for violence Kitten. Don't you know the saying, make love not war."

"The last time I checked nobody got what they wanted by kissing over it." The she weasel seemed to get some of her spirit back, I laughed at her,

"That's cute Weasley. Horribly incorrect, but cute none the less."

The she weasel didn't like being corrected, "Horribly incorrect? So my problem would be solved if I go up there and make out with Bullstrode?."

"Oh Founders no Weasley, I don't want to decorate the stands with my breakfast. But you are heading in the right direction."

"We need a distraction." Kitten seemed to understand the direction I was going in.

"Exactly Kitten. So now…kiss."

Granger's jaw was centimeters off the ground, she weasel looked caught between shock and laughter, Kitten was very much the latter. She tore her eyes away from the spot in the sky I was sure was Potter and clapped me on the shoulder,

"Good try Nott. I almost feel like kissing Red over here because you played that so well."

"Can't blame a guy for trying." I grinned at Blaise who had stopped pretending to look at the match and was openly staring at Kitten. He glared at me, yes Blaise was a proud, vengeful begrudging man but he was a man nonetheless and I knew he would be waiting with bated breath to see two hot girls make out. I knew the girls would never agree with it, I just wanted to fuck with Blaise a bit.

Granger was pulling the girls away, our eyes caught for a moment. I had forgotten how warm they were. She was the one that had pulled me to safety when I was hurt…did I ever thank her for it? The chanting got louder and she glanced away from me, up at the sky, to a spot by the goal post. Her face was painful to watch, she really cared for Weasley didn't she? Cared enough for it to hurt when he was being taunted like that. I stood up slowly, not thinking twice, if I thought twice I know I would stop. I took a step toward Cynthia, this lot won't remember the song without the words and I'll make Cynthia stop conducting. If it'll make that look leave Granger's face. I didn't reach Cynthia as at that very instant a blur of red shot past.

There was a collective gasp and for once Daphne turned her head away from the sky and stared horror struck at the sight.

Ky's POV

I stopped fighting with Mi to let me just push the stupid Bullstrode girl over the railings and was mesmerised by the scene, much like the whole stand. The chanting stopped completely and the stupid Bullstrode girl let out a proper shriek. I don't know why she did that, I'm sure that was Daphne's job. But Greengrass, much like Mi, just looked on horrified.

I knew Ginny would do anything for her brothers. Anything to protect them, but this here was proof. She finally pulled back, her face red and her eyes dazed with shock. I'm sure I would be too if I had just shoved my tongue down Blaise Zabini's throat.

I laughed, I didn't know how else to react? She looked at me with a dazed look whilst Mi snapped out of her shock and grabbed us both, ready to storm off.

"Kitten watch out!"

I whipped around when I heard Theo's voice and it wasn't a moment too soon as I saw Bullstrode heading straight for Ginny. I calmly disarmed the girl, who was crying and swearing towards Ginny, I really don't know why? Blaise isn't shagging her as well, is he? I winked at Teddy in thanks and turned around again to walk out with Ginny but suddenly a hand grabbed my arm.

I reacted on instinct and turned around, ready to slap Bullstrode if I had to. But it wasn't Bullstrode's hand. It was Ginny's attempt to get my attention as Bullstrode had her against the railing, choking the life out of her.

"Stupefy!"

The spell hit Bullstrode but I might have put too much force with the worry that she would strangle Ginny and I watched in slow motion as Bullstrode hit the railing and was pushed over with her momentum. I lunged forward and caught her by the scruff of her shirt. Fuck! My wand lay forgotten as I manually pulled her up, she suddenly became lighter and I realised someone was helping me. It was Zabini. He got the girl back on her feet but let go of her instantly. He turned away from me before I can thank him. I made to follow but froze at the sight of Theo…bleeding on the floor.

"PRINCESS!"

The sound came from above and I looked up seeing George's worried brown eyes. The next second there was a sickening crunch and I fell to my knees. A dull ache becoming more and more pronounced by the second, my head fell forward but it didn't touch the ground, I let the black claim me as I heard the familiar thud against my ear.

A/N: Bet you didn't see that one coming, sometimes people should just listen to Hermione hey, when would they learn. I hope you enjoyed that.

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