Decree No.29 (O.C) Fred Weasley/ Draco Malfoy

The Blackout

"You might want to slow down, Jess," Blaise advised as he poured his first cup of coffee. "We don't want you pulling a Summerby."

As the rest of the Slytherin table in the Great Hall giggled, Jessica smiled sarcastically and continued scooping as much porridge as she could into her mouth. She sat on the end of her house jumper, eating quickly so she didn't have to sit there longer than needed. There was a necessary appointment that she couldn't miss.

"Summerby was sick because Goyle hit him too hard with a bludger and gave him a concussion," Theo said to Blaise matter-of-factly, "it was hardly because he overate."

Jessica remembered. It wasn't pretty.

"Great, just the thing I need you guys to talk about," Pansy groaned as she pushed away her plate.

"Hey, you're worried?" Theo asked next to her. "At least you know what could hit you in the face; I'm in the stands!"

The pair were both very nervous, and for good reason. Adrian had been kicked off the Quidditch team, and a new chaser was needed. After seeing how good she was at throwing a drink, the team decided Pansy deserved the appointment. Umbridge had also made it clear that she didn't want Lee Jordan to commentate anymore either, so she chose Theo as his replacement. A job suited to a charming loudmouth like himself.

"At least it's only Gryffindor today," said Crabbe as he choked down his fourth pastry, "should be an easy win with Snape refereeing."

Jessica doubted this but wouldn't dare speak her mind. Angelina had replaced the team members she had lost; one of those replacements was Ginny as a seeker. She had kept her promise from Christmas and had snuck Ginny out onto the pitch whenever she could to practice for the trials, but she found Ginny didn't need many of her tips because she was really good already.

When Ginny came running into detention, shouting she had gotten the position, Jessica had never been prouder until she realised she would have to play against her.

"Yeah, plus half their team is injured thanks to mine and Pansy's detention last night," added a sniggering Goyle. "You did Johnson, right, Pans? So you're covered!"

Pansy nodded meekly as Jessica glared at her. She had tried to make Pansy agree to end her one-sided feud with Angelina but had made little progress so far.

"What?" Pansy mouthed back.

Jessica just continued to eat. She didn't want to knock Pansy off her focus, and to be honest, maybe the team would benefit from her aggression. Jessica certainly didn't have any of it anymore towards the other team.

"Honestly, slow down. You're going to bloat," Draco said to Jessica as he forced her hand with the spoon down. "They're going to be after you. We'll protect you, but you've still got to hold your own, and you can't do that if you're too busy gobbling up your food like a pig in a trough. You might as well be on Weasley's farm."

Jessica stared at him with complete contempt. He was chewing toast so loud it made her skin crawl with every bite. He was a total hypocrite.

She slammed her spoon down so that porridge splattered out of the bowl onto Pansy's eggs and stood up from her seat.

"Don't go..." whispered Pansy sympathetically.

"Are you serious?" Draco laughed, his new captain's badge reflecting off sunlight, "it was a joke."

"Yeah, well, like most things you say, it wasn't very funny," mumbled Theo as he sipped tea.

Draco stomped on Theo's foot under the table.

Jessica flicked her hair over her shoulder and crossed her arms tightly, the chill in the hall hitting her chest. "Don't be silly. I've got thicker skin than to be offended by that. I'm just going to the bathroom," she told the table smugly. "Besides, I'd rather be Weasley's pig than a ferret down Goyle's pants."