Another Potter ( x Draco Malfoy probably)

Becoming a Keeper

Nat pov.

I'm sitting crossed legged infront of Blaise when Flint, the Captain of the Quidditch, team barges in. Me trying to understand the Wizards chess, doesn't look up.

"Natalie! You're our Keeper!" I turn around.

"Excuse me?"

"You're our keeper, we got you on the team, come on, we're going to practise." He grabs me and drags me to the team. I let him and put on my uniform and come out of the girls lockerroom.

"Good, let's go." We walk out and get a black broom.

"Why do we have black brooms?" I ask. I saw Harry's and its brown.

"It's the new broom Nimbus 2001. It was bought for us and I immidiatly made sure to get you 1 to. When we saw how you caught everything we throug at you, I knew I couldn't let you slip." Flint explains and heads to the training ground. So does the Gryffindor team. Oh joy. Oh! It's Hazza! Guess I will be able to talk to him while the grown ups bicker.

"What are you doing here-" I zone out and start asking myself if I really want to be part of the Quidditch team when  Draco Malfoy brings me back.

"...Mudblood." he tells Hermione. She seems really hurt by this comment and Ronald casts a spell on him. That backfires on himself. Harry and Hermione go over to him while I ask Flint.

"What's Malfoy Junior doing here?"

"Didn't you listen?"

"No, I don't listen to fights in general unless I have to step up and knowing that there isn't anyone here who will be insulting them badly, I don't listen." I explain.

"Good luck, Nat." Harry tells me infront of all Slytherins before Flint can answer me.

"Why?"

"You didn't listen? Pound shop Legolas is your house Seeker. And your a Keeper." He grins. When I get his joke I run after him and tackle him to the ground. Once I made him pay for his joke I groan at the thought of having to be close to Malfoy.

"At least you're not the 1 that has to spend every training with him. Even the games now." Harry chuckles then goes after Ronald. I go back to my team.

"You seem to get along with Pottah." Malfoy says. I ignore him and take my broom back. Once I do, I wait on my instruction. Soon enough I'm flying in the air, not letting a single ball fly in the circle. And everytime Malfoy comes passed me, he puts his hand put so that I give him a high 5. At first I was confused but after 3 times I understood and gave him 1. And he would always fly away with a grin. If he leaves me alone during the day or practise if I do this, I will do it.

After Quidditch, I go to the Library and sit with Cederic. He has a homework infront of him but he seems to be else where.

"Thinking of a preety girl?" I tease him as I sit down.

"Yes, actually. You see-" He goes into detail of a girl. I am sitting there very awkwardly because I don't know how to react to this.

"Ummm, in resume you like a girl of my age from Ravenclaw." He nods. I nod and finish my dada honework about, guess what?, Gilderoy Lockhart. We have to make a detailed resume of the entire book "Break with a Banshee". Gilderoy wrote it himself. I have been working on this piece of shit for 2 days and I am at the half of the book and wrote 7 seven pages for now. Hermione and I have a bet of who will have the most best notes. In potions, charms and Herbiology it's me. Usually, dada is there aswell but I'm changing it's name to GLFL meaning Gilderoy Lockhart's Fake Life. But it's our friendly competition. Harry didn't want to participate in it and forget about Ronald. Speak of the devil.