Defeated

Chapter Five

 Andrea's P.O.V

I rushed to the quidditch pitch, knowing I was already late. I'm always late to things. I just get distracted, like how I got into this conversation with my friend Cristina on my way to my dorm. As I neared the pitch, I saw Rose, Fred, and George leaning on their brooms, talking to each other. Rose saw me first and grinned my way.

"Late much?" she teased. I smirked.

"All the cool kids are late," I joked, "That's why you were here early."

"Burn," George muttered under his breath, him and his twin smiling. Rose rolled her eyes good-naturally.

"Are we gonna stand here and watch you have a chick fight, or are we gonna play?" Fred asked. He and George shared a look.

"I vote we watch the chicks fight is out," George said.

"Oh please," Rose said, "Andrea is obviously not a chick."

"Need some aloe for that burn?" Fred asked me.

"I think i'll live," I said sarcastically, "Now let's play." I mounted my brand new, high-tech broom. I smiled slightly and the familiar feel of riding. While I was savoring my new broom, Rose and the twins had already sped off. I quickly went after them. We just goofed off for a while, until I saw him walking towards us. I immediately stopped my broom and started descending to the ground. I motioned for Rose and the twins to stop too.

"Hello Professor Dumbledore," I said, trying to sound mature. The old man nodded in greeting. Rose and the twins, who'd gotten the memo, walked up behind me.

"Something wrong?" Fred asked uneasily.

"Rose, Andrea. May I talk to you for a moment?" Dumbledore asked politely. Rose and I nodded, and shared a look. We must have been thinking the same thing. Oh God what did we do?

"Whatever you think I did," Rose said as we started walking off with Dumbledore, "I didn't do it! And Andrea is a goody-two-shoes."

"You're not in trouble," Dumbledore chuckled slightly. "I need your help."

"With what?" I asked, now curious. "Sir," I quickly added on.

"Do you know the Slytherin Draco Malfoy? He's a year below you," Dumbledore asked. I nodded slightly, I had heard he name before. Hermione had told me a bit about the tormentor of Harry Potter.

"He ran into me yesterday," Rose commented. "Called me a mud-blood."

"Yes," Dumbledore sighed, "He can be harsh."

"Not to sound rude, but what does he have to do with us?" Rose asked slowly.

"I need you to befriend him," Dumbledore started.

"But he has friends, doesn't he? He's not some lonely soul who picks on others for attention," I said.

"That is not all. You need to become such good friends that he will invite you to his manor for the holidays," Dumbledore informed us, "That is where your mission truly begins."

Rose and I looked at each other, confused. Out of all people, why would Dumbledore choose us? And what would we do at the Malfoy Manor?

"I need you to gather information about Draco's father, a death eater. We need to learn more about the death eaters, their plans, and most of all-" Dumbledore said.

"He Who Shall Not Be Named," Rose interrupted. Dumbledore nodded gravely.

"Do you accept this mission? It is a dangerous one, I wouldn't blame you for declining."

Before Rose and I could talk about it, she quickly started nodding.

"I'll do it," she announced. Rose was always one to say 'yes' in the heat of the moment. I liked to think things out. But how could I let my best friend do this without me? And, despite what he said, I feel like if I said no i'd be disappointing Dumbledore. So I nodded.

"It would be an honor."