"Sometimes I feel like the stars are brighter when you're around."
At this, the dark haired girl giggled, her grey eyes flashing in the moonlight.
"Very cheesy," She smirked, "Although, I was thinking the same thing about you."
"Maybe its because w...
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Loyalty lies in the heart of a true friend
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Lyra and Harry walked out onto the pitch next to each other, Ron trailing nervously behind.
Lyra sent a small smile at her brother, who they would be playing against. She mouthed 'Goodluck.'
And he responded by mouthing, 'I don't need it.'
Lyra almost laughed out loud but caught herself.
The game was seconds from starting when she looked at Harry, whispering, "Catch that damn snitch fast. I'll try to keep the quaffle away from them as long as possible but..."
She threw a shaky look Ron's way, Harry knew what she meant. Ron's performance as goal keeper was mediocre on a good day, and even worse when he was under pressure.
"I would say goodluck, but you don't need it." Harry smiled at her, she grinned back as the whistle went off and they kicked off into the air.
Lee Jordans commentary rang through the stadium.
Lyra smiled as she grabbed the quaffle from one of the Slytherin chasers, streaming down the pitch.
She heard Lee Jordan say her name, but didn't catch what he said, she was moving too fast, she was too focused on the goal ahead of her.
She faked out the Slytherin keeper and scored.
"Lyra Malfoy scores the first point of the match! That's 0-10 Gryffindor!"
Lyra smiled widely as the crowd cheered loudly.
The game went on, Gryffindor was struggling to maintain a lead because Ron let almost every goal in, the rest of the Gryffindor team was in overdrive.
Lyra had just assisted Angelina in scoring another ten points for Gryffindor when she heard a loud chanting coming from the Slytherin section of the stands.
She did her best to hear what they were saying while still chasing the quaffle.
A few minutes gad gone by and she was disgusted by what they were singing.
"Weasley cannot save a thing, He cannot block a single ring, That's why Slytherins all sing: Weasley is our King.
Weasley was born in a bin He always lets the Quaffle in Weasley will make sure we win Weasley is our King."
Lyrawas furious. She raced toward Zabini, and snatched the quaffle from him right near the Gryffindor goal posts. Ron was hovering in front of the rings with a grim look on his face.
"Don't listen to them Ron!" Lyra yelled looping around, "You're doing great!" It wasn't the full truth but Lyra wasn't about to let anyone disrespect her friend.
