''That's my locker Kella.'' Draco says, now also walking in and picking up my clothes and taking them out of it.
I look at him and roll my eyes.
''No! Its mine now.'' I reply, shoving my stuff back in and slamming it shut before he could argue more. ''Where the hell are the brooms kept here anyway.''
Draco led me to a cupboard that was locked.
''Well how are we supposed to get in there, its locked.'' I say, trying to pull the door open.
''Oh, is pretty little Andrews scared to break into the broom cupboard?'' He jeers.
''Don't call me that pretty little albino boy! And no, im not scared, do you have anything to pick the lock?''
He gives me a death stare. ''One more nickname and im going to kill you! No I don't fucking have anything to pick the bloody lock. They don't usually lock it, why now!''
I search the floor and grab a safety pin hidden under a bench then jam it into the key hole and wiggle it around for a while until I hear a loud click and the lock swings open to reveal mine and several other broomsticks.
''Easy. Which ones yours?'' I ask, picking up my nimbus 3000 engraved with my name on it, the best model around.
He reaches in and grabs his nimbus 2000 and plucks the quaffle out also, I see him read the model on the side of my broom and audibly gasp.
''Nimbus 3000! That isn't supposed to come out until next year!'' He questions, shock in his voice.
''Well lets just say my father will probably paying off my broom until he dies!'' I say jokingly cocky.
''You are such a piece of shit Kel, you know that!''
''Mhm...'' I nod, waltzing out towards the pitch. ''You talk too much.''
Draco's POV
Kella walks off and around the corner with her broom in hand, looking like a fucking badass. How is it that she can look so fucking hot in quidditch stuff? I follow her out onto the grass just beside the stadium, and she's crouched down tying up her shoelace, giving me a great view of her perfectly sized ass.
Kella's POV
I tie up my shoe and look back to notice Draco is staring at my bum. I smile to myself but decide to pretend to not realise, he doesn't deserve my validation.
Draco sneaks up behind me and puts his arm round me again.
''So, are we just going to stand here or is 'The best chaser around' going to get in there?''
I try to wrangle my way out of his grip but he grabs me tighter, turning me to face him. I look up to his glistening eyes and he gives me a genuine smile. Suddenly, he grabs me and throws me over his shoulder.
''DRACO MALFOY GET OFF ME!''
I hear him chuckle and walk over to the pitch lugging both our brooms behind us.
''Do you trust me?'' He asks, stopping and flipping me so we are face to face again.
''Yes? Why-''
He interrupts me by jumping on his broom, WITH ME STILL OVER HIS SHOULDER, and begins flying up towards the stands.
''FUCK YOU DRACO! IM NEVER GOING TO FORGIVE YOU FOR THIS YOU ACTUAL TWAT! PUT ME DOWN!''
He flew us to the highest viewing stand and puts me down, I stumble and draco flies away, leaving me stranded 100 feet in the air.
