The Girl Who Disappeared (Harry Potter Fan-fiction)

*Chapter 7*

Maurelle had never believed she would meet a boy she hated more than Dudley, but that was before she met Draco Malfoy. She thought how lucky the other houses were that they didn't have to deal with someone like him. She only found solace on the girls side of the dormitories. Everyday he'd at least come to bother her for anything. He'd annoy her to the max, insult, make cheeky remarks...it was exhausting. And to top it all off, deal with his loyal fan, Pansy "Pugface" Parkinson, no one is as lovestruck as that girl.

There was a notice pinned in the Slytherin common room that they will also be sharing their broom lessons with the Gryffindors the next day, which many of the Slytherins groaned. Maurelle, for one, is excited she'd get to see her friends again.

"Are you serious? Again?!" Draco said behind her.

"Maybe it's a good thing, teach them how good you are on the broom" Goyle said.

"You're right at that, Goyle. Just what I always wanted, to watch Harry Potter make a fool out of himself and his idiot friends" Draco had a smug smile. "I'll teach them all how to ride a broom. Maybe be the first ever to join as a first year in the House Quidditch team. Did I ever tell you how good I am in Quidditch?" he spoke knowing somebody would care to listen, "I have flown many times. I've flown my broom so high in the sky that I almost ran into those bloody muggle helicopters. If I hadn't narrowly escaped, those sharp blades would've beheaded me"

His story was not the only exaggerated one, many Slytherins boasted about them flying on brooms. It seemed Quidditch was a widely popular sport.

He'd gathered a crowd of listeners, but Maurelle couldn't care less. Draco was obviously hoping she'd tune in to listen, but saw that him boasting about his skills on the broom weren't all that interesting. The times he'd brag about himself, she would tune it out and walk away. He made it a game to himself to see what he could say that would make her listen.

The next day came around and they were at the hall practicing, eating breakfast, and doing homework. Seamus kept repeating a spell over and over. Maurelle moved over to Gryffindor's table to sit with her friends.

"Is this even allowed?" Ron said as she sat in between him and Harry.

"Does it matter? Not all Slytherins hate Gryffindors, you know. " She raised an eyebrow to him.

"What were you and Malfoy whispering about in DADA that day?" Harry said.

"You and Malfoy? Are you friends with him?" Ron said.

"Of course not! I told him that there was a strong smell coming from Quirrell. I casted revelio and saw something in his turban" she said.

"When did you learn how to cast that?" Hermione said.

"You inspired me to read, Hermione. So I thought that particular spell would be useful, and it is" Maurelle said.

"What was in his turban?" Harry said.

"I don't know, but it's now given me a reason to keep a close eye on him" Maurelle said.

"Professor Quirrell seems friendly, weird, but friendly. I'd take him rather than Snape. Quirrell saved me from Mr. Filch when I got lost" Harry said.

"Hmm, interesting" Maurelle said.

"Anyways, what is Seamus trying to do to that glass of water?" Harry asked.

"Turn it to rum. He'd manage to make tea yesterday, before-" Ron was interrupted by an explosion.

Everyone started to laugh, as Seamus's face was covered in ashes. Shortly after, owls started to fly in with packages.