The Better Chaser; James Potter

Chapter 10- Potter's Prank

The rest of the week went by without a a hitch, which was honestly surprising. I was constantly looking over my shoulder for Potter, to which Lily got annoyed with,

"Honestly Reigna, he would have retaliated by now, its getting really frustrating talking to you while you're not even paying attention-" she paused glaring at me looking distractedly around in the library.

"Yeah yeah, wait- what were you saying," I said distractedly

"This is exactly my point," Lily said dryly, she then snapped her fingers in my face, "Hey, give other people some attention would you, this fixation over Potter is not healthy, it's honestly as if you're obsessed with him," she added smirking, knowing that would catch my attention.

"Me! Obsessed with Potter," I spoke shocked, "You've got to be joking, that boy is like the dirt on the bottom of my shoe,"

"Well you don't pay this much attention to your shoes do you?" she asked rhetorically, I rolled my eyes at her,

"I just don't want to be caught off guard, besides I know him, this is all part of this plan. Making me feel secure and safe as if he wont do something," I explained, "I'm smarter then that."

But alas, the first week of school went by without any unfortunate run-ins with Potter, even the second week. The second week of school passed by quicker than I anticipated, probably due to the lack of free time I had. We started quidditch practice second week and on top of patrols, prefect duties, and homework, life at Hogwarts started to get busy. Us Slytherins trained four times a week, but when we got closer to a match we usually added trainings. We started off with night trainings on Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday, while we trained between breakfast and lunch on Saturdays. Like I said, with that and rounds on Mondays and Wednesdays, I barely had enough time for homework and studying. At least I had Sundays off.

So it was the first weekend practice of the year, a Saturday. It was raining today, but weather never affected quidditch. These weekend trainings were my favorite because they lasted longer which meant we had more time for scrimmages, my favorite. I never felt quite as happy as I did on a broomstick. It was so freeing, flying as fast as I could, taking sharp turns, faking my opponents, it was what I was good at and I loved it.

Training soon ended and I made my way back to the dormitory to shower and change before lunch, as my uniform got muddy from the rain and training. Regulus was the seeker for our team and we discussed some of our strategies as we walked back to our common room. We then said goodbye and went into our respective dormitories. I quickly showered, eager for lunch as I don't eat breakfast, and quidditch made me hungrier than I usually am. I exited the shower and wrapped my bathrobe around me and brushed my hair. Before I left the bathroom my eyes drifted to my thighs where my scars were. I sighed sadly before going to my trunk to pick out some clothes to wear for the rest of the day.

WHAT THE FUCK

I looked into my trunk, and every single item of clothing, even my uniform black robes, my Slytherin ties, heck my spare green Slytherin sweaters, were all MAROON. I started rummaging through my trunk for any item of clothing that was not maroon, even my bra and panties were maroon. I slightly blushed embarrassed that someone had seen and probably touched my undergarments.

AGAIN WHAT THE FUCK

I then looked on my bed and saw Potter's clothes that I had borrowed, were folded neatly and not MAROON. Those were the only item of clothing, those overinflated pajamas. Those were the only thing I could wear.

BLOODY FUCKING POTTER

I AM GOING TO KILL HIM

okay, okay, lets think...