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Just a Malfoy

"You need to check yourself," 

Snape led us through the stone corridors in silence until we reached Quirrell's classroom. I glanced up at Draco who was nervously tapping his feet against the floor. I didn't understand what he was so nervous about—it's not like they were gonna expel us!

Snape pushed open the door to Quirrell's classroom and a sharp pain shot up my neck.

"Agh," I slightly bent over and clutched the side of my neck. Luckily, Snape didn't notice, but Draco did.

"What happened?" He asked, sounding concerned.

"Ah—it's nothing, just my scar hurting."

"That's not normal, is it?"

"It's fine."

"If you say so..." he looked at me quizzically before he turned to face Snape who was now speaking.

"Quirrell, I'm here to steal Flint for a moment," said Snape, his voice unwavering of any emotions.

Quirrell slightly jumped at the sight of Snape... looking, nervous? But why? "Ah! P-Professor Snape! O-Of course y-you can."

Snape glanced up at Quirrell. "I wasn't asking." He waved Flint over, then swiftly shit the door of the classroom. Thankfully, my scar finally stopped burning.

"Now," Snape started. "You've been looking for an appropriate seeker and chaser for the Quidditch team, is that correct?" Flint nodded.

Draco and I shared a surprised look before glancing up excitedly at Snape. "Well, here you go." He pointed to Draco and I. Miss Potter has exceptional seeker skills and Mister Malfoy would make a wonderful chaser.

Flint seemed surprised. "But sir, is that allowed? You know first years can't play..." Flint didn't seem to care about the rules, he was just trying to seem less eager.

"Yes, I'm well aware of the rules. But the rules can be changed for situations like these..."

"What?" I said excitedly. This can't be happening. If I become seeker, that makes me the youngest in the past—er—century! "That makes us the youngest players—,"

"In the past century!" Flint finished off, seemingly on cloud nine. "Slytherin will be famous!"

"Yes yes, so hurry and schedule a practice for you, Potter and Malfoy," he replied. "They will need to learn how to fulfill their roles."

"Yes Professor," said Flint who was barely able to contain his happiness.

"Now, go back to class before I decide to give out detention. Shoo!" Snape sent Fling back into class then spun around to face Draco and I. "What are you waiting for? Get to your next class!" He turned around and walked away, his long cape gliding behind him.

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Supper came quickly, and the moment I entered the Great Hall, I was bombarded by my friends and a few strangers. Surprisingly, from both Gryffindor and Slytherin! "Congratulations, Ava!" Selina yelled as she pushed her way through the crowd, throwing her arms around me.

I hate hugs, and after all these years of knowing me, she still has yet to figure that out. I laughed awkwardly and pushed her off of me. "Uh—thanks, but what are you congratulating me for?" There were still people surrounding me, but I could care less.

"What do you mean, what happened?" She said quite loudly. There were still people surrounding me, but I could care less. "You made the Quidditch team!"

Oh yeah, I did! I guess that is quite an accomplishment... "Oh yeah, I did, didn't I?" I did feel quite proud of myself. Maybe I should argue with Draco more often. "But how'd you find out?"