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Likes Fans at a Quidditch Match...

'Weasley really... Dear me, he really is our king. He's got all those nerve problems, and he's this rialled up before the match has even started... ha– we might have a better chance than I thought,' Jules remarked with a crude laugh, then threw the practice in full swing in higher spirits than he had been last.

'Yeah, well, he tried to hex me because I've had my first kiss and he hasn't.'

Jules looked over briefly, then shrugged. 'Pas mon problème. J'ai toujours pensé que tu étais un peu lent en romance. Je suis surpris, en vrai. Donc au moins je n'ai pas à worry.'

'Wow, Thank you.'

All was going well until Thompson missed a bludger and it hit in the back of the head, knocking him out cold. Jules had to cancel practice there, bring him to the hospital wing and tell Harper he'd be playing lineup tomorrow. Attia pinched her brow with the shake of her head.

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The day of the match came, and Attia entered the hall with her brother to sit at her own table. Slytherin members were cheering as they sat with their team, throwing confetti and other items within the rowdiness. They wearing all sorts of paraphenalia except for the badges that had been banned at the beginning of the year. They sky was clear blue. Few clouds. She didn't have Yoona to ordain which way it would go, but she hoped this was a good enough omen.

Someone suddenly squeezed between her and Zabini as she ate her breakfast. God knows why Zabini, still being the royal bastard he was, opted to be near Attia every granted opportunity now. He said something to her, but she chose not to hear.

'Shove off, Malfoy,' Zabini annoyedly said. 'You're not on the team anymore.'

'Who's seeker?' he asked.

'Me, duh,' Attia remarked while shoving a buttered biscuit in her mouth, rather unladylike.

'Hmph,' he looked her up and down with a hint of jealousy– but he did this, not her. 'Potter versus Normandeau?' he laughed quite loudly, trying ot get past his apparent envy and leaned in close to Attia to shove her shoulder playfully with a cruel smirk. She almost choked on her biscuit. What the fuck was he doing? 'It'll be hilarious watching him flail around while you snatch that Snitch right from under his nose. Honestly, I'm surprised he can even see it with those glasses of his. You're gonna make me feel almost sorry for him. Almost.'

The table errupted with snickers, happily and quickly rushing to diss Potter before their match. And yet somehow, because all of a sudden Draco was in her corner, there wasn't the glares and separation at the table. Everyone was crowding in, in fact. She hated this, that it was on his terms it was suddenly all better. She didn't enjoy everyone else's attention when it wasn't her terms, but she'd let it slide today. 'I hear she's got a talent for making Gryffindors cry. Hopefully Potter will be running off the pitch with tears in his eyes too.'

'Mm... maybe he'll get scared again if you put your hood up. With that scowl of yours, you can look the part.' Attia hit his shoulder quite hard, then repeatedly till he ceded his snicker. 'Sorry—we all know you'll take off like a shooting star and leave him.'

Attia leaned in. 'You're not coming to watch, are you?' she ask, getting annoyed with his some what backhanded pregame bolsters.

'What? I believe I can spare the time. And maybe charm the stands with a rhyme. You know I have a knack for song writing, right?'

She was surprised, but not endeared by that statement. 'No 'Weasley is our King',' she said sternly. 'His ego was already looking deflated yesterday. He was hexing me for the reason I have more game than him— and I'm not talking Quidditch.'