The Heir of Slytherin

Chapter 7

The Quidditch game against Ravenclaw was deathly long, and it was starting to pay a toll on me. After the game against Ravenclaw, we had had a late dinner in the Great Hall. After dinner, we had an hour to get back into our school robes, and relax. We had Transfigurations class with Professor McGonagall afterwards. We were mixed in with the Ravenclaw first years for class today. Draco and I were trying our best to keep ourselves up during class, which, took a lot of effort after a four hour long, really competitive Quidditch game. We had won, which we were all happy about, and the Ravenclaws were bummed their team lost, but still had the sportsmanship enough to be happy for us.

It was during History of Magic class that I actually fell asleep for a few minutes. Ron had woken me up when he noticed Professor Binns look our way.

"That game really wore you out didn't it?" Ron asked me when Professor Binns resumed his teaching.

I nodded, it did really. I've played long Quidditch games before, but none that I could ever remember being four hours or more. I'd played on Quidditch teams all my life, but the longest I can ever remember a game was one and a half hours long. I still had a ton of homework and studying to do, let alone still having astronomy class tonight.

"That's one thing I don't understand. They expect us to be up and at it early in the morning, but then have astronomy class at midnight. I mean, yeah I understand it's astronomy and has to be dark or whatever but really!" Ron said as we walked out of the class together.

He wasn't too bad a person, it's just he can be overwhelmingly annoying at times. Just like the rest of his family, although, I admit, Fred and George are the best of the Weasley kids. Even if they are always pranking you. I sat down next to Marcus at dinner today. We talked of the game, and guessed we'd be going against HufflePuff in the next Quidditch game.

"Which means we have to practice twice as hard, right?" One of the Beaters on our team asked.

"Not necessarily, we're already good, we just need to change up our method a little bit. Like for example, Draco, when the snitch is released, don't take your eyes off of it unless it flies behind you. Or for Marcus, make sure you or one of the others get the Quaffle before their Chasers do" I said, taking a sip of my drink.

A few of the guys just stared at me. "We've never thought of that before" they said.

I shrugged, "well considering most of the time I'm watching you guys play and not the beaters or seekers, I really have nothing to do other than come up with game plans."

Draco, who was sitting on my other side, nudged my arm. "Quirrel's talking to Dumbledore, look."

Sure enough, when I looked over, the two were talking, and Dumbledore was looking straight at Draco and I too. "He must be telling Dumbledore about class today, because he sure isn't taking his eyes off of us."

"Or maybe he knows Voldemort is still alive, and that our parents are a Death Eaters" he whispered, "so maybe he's going to try and get something out of us" he laughed.

I stayed silent for a while, and then I spoke up. "Possibly. Or maybe he's thinking to get Stuttering Squirrel fired, and he's not actually looking at us, but just in our direction" I said Stuttering Squirrel was what I now called Professor Quirrel whenever he was around. Even though he wasn't near, I felt like it was a good time to say it aloud.

Crabbe and Goyle looked at me, "Stuttering Squirrel?" Crabbe said more than asked, while Goyle laughed.

I glared at them, mainly Goyle, "eat a pie, Goyle. Choke on it while you're at it too" I said, earning a stunned look from Marcus Flint.