Father's Little Deatheater

Playing Dirty

The next morning I wake up on the couch expecting to be shivering, but I notice a green fluffy blanket is placed over my body. Must have been Blaise, I think to myself, making a note to thank him when I go to breakfast. I look in the oversized mirror at myself in the bathroom, splashing water over my face and tiding my robes and hair with a simple spell before heading to the Great Hall. I walk in head slumped, as I make my way to the Slytherin table, I sit next to Blaise, noticing Draco already sitting opposite me. "Thanks for last night Blaise it was really nice to get that all off my chest," I say turning to face him. 'No problem, any time." He replies.  Before I'm about to eat the piece of toast I'd just spread butter on, I remembered I was going to thank Blaise for the blanket. "Ohh thanks for placing the blanket over me last night Blaise." "Wasn't me," he replies looking confused. I notice him glancing in front of me at Draco, who was smiling at me. What, how could it be him? Did he hear our conversation? My thoughts are interrupted by an owl squawking overhead,  bringing a package down to the Gryffindor table, shaped oddly like a broom. Then I remembered that Harry Potter had become the seeker of the Gryffindor quidditch team, and they were playing Slytherin today.

As were waiting in the Slytherin area looking out over the quidditch pitch waiting for the game to start Draco nudges me. "Umm Asteria, I'm sorry about how I've been treating you lately, I miss my best friend too." He explains, proving the fact he was listening to Blaise and I talk last night. "It's okay Draco, just please try and be better." I say giving him a smile then a small side hug. Suddenly 'whoosh' both teams come swooping out, riding their brooms around the pitch. Looking around I notice the twins giving me a small wave, I grin and wave back slightly. "Hello, and welcome to Hogwarts, first Quidditch game of the season! Today's game Slytherin versus Gryffindor!!!" The commentator Lee Jordan, the twins friend whom I've met a few times, announces putting more emphasis in his voice as he says Gryffindor rather than Slytherin.  Cheering erupts from all the students cheering for their teams.

The players take their positions in the air in a circle as  Madam Hooch steps out onto the field to begin the game. She kicks the trunk, and the bludgers zoom out. The bludgers are up...followed by the Golden Snitch. Remember, the snitch is worth 150 points. The seeker who catches the Snitch ends the game. Lee Jordan announces over the loud speaker. The snitch zooms around each Seeker's head, then disappears. Madam Hooch grabs the Quaffle and throws it up into the air. "The Quaffle is released...and the game begins!" Lee Jordan yells.

Instead of watching the Slytherins, like I probably should. I get lost in my thoughts while, watching the twins, zoom around beating the bludgers away. 'Do I want to become a beater or a Chaser next year when I try out.' I look away from the twins noticing Marcus Flint dodging and weaving through the Gryffindor chasers heading for the hoops to try score, but the Gryffindor keeper appears and whacks the ball away with his broom. Another 10 points get awarded to Gryffindor! The Slytherins get the Quaffle to try score but once again, the Gryffindor keeper blocks it. Flint looks like he's had enough of playing nice, so he grabs a beaters bat from one of our team members and whacks a bludger right at the Gryffindor keeper, hitting him in the stomach he plummets to the ground, and gets knocked out cold. Which causes the entire audience to boo, except all the Slytherin members who laugh their heads off. I lower my head to make it look like I didn't see anything, I decide to pull out my Leather journal to write down my thoughts and do some drawings. I hear the cheers and laughs of the Slytherins around me but I don't look up. Not until Lee Jordan announces that Harry Potter caught the snitch. Madam Hooch blows her whistle to end the game as she yells, Gryffindor wins!

After the game I rush down to wait for the twins to come out of the changing rooms. "Congrats guys that was a good game, you were awesome hitting those bludgers away." I babble, not noticing my face turning slightly red from embarrassment. "You okay Asteria," George asks me. "Yeah sorry I just love quidditch but I don't know what position I wana play next year, either a chaser or a beater like you guys," I continue to babble. The twins look at each other and look back towards me grinning. "Come with us, we can teach you how to become a good beater like us." They say in unison. George grabs my hand and we run up to the castle to catch up to Madam Hooch. "Madam Hooch, can we please use the beater bats to teach Asteria, how to hit a ball like us?," Fred says catching his breath. "Sure thing, but make sure you put them back were they came from." Madam Hooch says sternly, looking at me through her creepy yellow hawk eyes. "Don't let the bludgers out, I don't want any accidents." She demands pointing at the twins. They agree in unison and we head back to the quidditch pitch to practice. The twins conjure a few circle shaped balls similar looking to the bludgers to zoom around as I fly trying to hit them. I manage to hit most of them, which the twins praise me on. They give me lots more pointers of how to hold the bat and what angle to hit the bludgers on to beat them away faster.

After a few hours of practicing, we decide to pack up and head back to the castle. "Thanks guys that was fun," I tell them as we walk into the castle doors. "You're welcome Asteria, you are a natural," George compliments me, with his face slightly turning red. "Thanks," I reply looking down at my now blistered hands from holding the bat. "You will get used to that if you become a beater," Fred says as George reaches for my hands to rub them. "Yeah true," I reply now looking up and grinning. "Well I better go, Draco will be going mad trying to figure out where I have gone." I say as I start heading down the stars to the dungeons. Although I hear the twins arguing behind me. "Dude she's 11, calm down a bit," I head Fred telling George. Which makes me smile, as I finally realise I might have a small crush on him too.