The Girl Who Lied || Draco Malfoy

The Goblet of Fire

October 31st, 1994

Hyacinth Potter walked down the halls on the Saturday evening of Halloween, a layer of sweat covering her face after a couple hours of laps around the pitch with Harry. Quidditch was canceled due to the Triwizard Tournament, but that did not mean Hyacinth would slack on practicing. The pitch was still open for recreational flying and her brother always found time for her if Quidditch was involved.

"Where did you learn that spiral move?" Harry asked, a bit breathless from the exercise, as they walked in step up the stairs to the castle.

Hyacinth smirked. "So you can use it against my team? I don't think so."

Harry attempted to flick her neck in retaliation but Hyacinth swerved away, her black school robes with their green lining swaying around her. "C'mon! You gotta choose family over house, especially on a day like today, Cee."

"'A day like today'? You're using Halloween to get what you want? I'm a bit proud. That's a Slytherin trick right there."

Harry did exactly what Hyacinth expected. He started to make exaggerated retching noises. The thought of being a Slytherin absolutely disgusted him. He didn't like a single thing about Slytherin.

Including you , the voice inside her head whispered. Harry will never trust you like he did when you were children. To him you're evil, just like the rest of us.

"I never asked – how was the moon yesterday?"

Hyacinth shrugged noncommittally and pushed a piece of dark auburn hair behind her ear subconsciously. She didn't like talking about last June. Of the small circle of people who knew what happened the night they time traveled, they all were making a bigger deal of this than it was. She was not a werewolf - she hated being tiptoed around like she was. 'Werewolf tendencies,' Madam Pomfrey had called it. "Missed the other schools' arrivals to nap. I heard that my favorite seeker is here, though, which is exciting."

Harry pouted, successfully distracted from his topic of choice about her monthlies, as Ron obnoxiously dubbed them over the summer. "I thought I was your favorite seeker."

"Never! Slytherin pride - Draco Malfoy is my favorite seeker," Hyacinth said teasingly. This time she didn't move fast enough and earned a sharp flick to the ear. "Ow!"

"You deserved that."

They reached the entrance to the Great Hall and paused at the doors. It was Hyacinth's first time in the room since lunch yesterday – she had missed both dinner and breakfast thanks to Madam Pomfrey's absurdly strong sedatives and Harry had brought her today's lunch at the pitch. The Great Hall was more crowded than usual with the extra students, the noise reverberating around the expanded room and causing her to feel queasy at the intensity of sounds and smells. A large goblet that was not previously there sat right in front, glowing with an unnatural fire.

"Ah, yes," Hyacinth grumbled. "A louder Great Hall. Just what I wanted."

Harry bumped her hip with his own, effectively shutting up her whining. "Happy Halloween," he said as they started to split up toward their own respective tables.

Hyacinth rolled her eyes in his direction - happy Halloween was an oxymoron. "Normal year," Hyacinth called after her brother, a needed reminder, who nodded as he walked the other way. 'Normal year' was just as much of an unlikelihood as 'happy Halloween,' truth be told.

But he had promised her after June. After three years of being pulled into wild adventures, this year would be the year. An average, typical fourth year. In return for Harry's vow not to get dragged into things above his pay grade, Hyacinth promised she wouldn't get hurt this year.