Half Blood Royalty

Seekers and Broomsticks

No matter how much I wanted to open my mouth and see what Gilderoy Lockhart would do if I tested him, I felt it would be much better to just stay in the background... dodging him whenever I can. After what he had done to Harry in just a short time, I wouldn't dare allow for him to figure out that I was in a similar boat. I couldn't help but notice Harry would be doing the same - understandable, considering. I couldn't help but let out a light chuckle any time I saw little Creevey follow Potter around like his own personal little fan club. Thank God it wasn't me. Ares had started to give Draco more attention than me; I suspect he's sneaking her little nibbles of snacks in his free time (even though he'll deny it if he's ever questioned about it) - God knows, Lucius and Narcissa both send him enough snacks for him to feed an army. Of course, if Draco didn't want to be caught so easily, he probably shouldn't be having Ares deliver little notes that read such things, as:

"Thanks for the treat."
or
"Malfoy's better than you."

The little notes started after that incident we had in the corridors with Potter - when Draco brought up the scar BS. I don't know... a part of me just needed to take a small break away... get some air, think about what was said. I wasn't angry, obviously, but if there was anything I've learned from growing up so close with Draco; it was figuring out the ability to fake it just to see how far Draco will go for forgiveness. I probably should let him know pretty soon that all was actually good... before he actually goes insane (or fills my dormitory up with letters, whichever comes first).

The weekend came faster than expected. I was planning on joining Harry, Ron, and Hermoine over at Hagrid's for another Saturday morning session. However, I was shaken awake several hours earlier than I'd expected by Draco Malfoy, dressed head-to-toe in his full Slytherin Quidditch robes. His brand-new Nimbus 2001 held proudly in his hand.

"Whaatt?" I spoke groggily.

"Quidditch practice!" Draco spoke eagerly, "I'll need my cheerleader."

"Your cheerleader wants to go back to sleep." I slammed my pillow over my face but Draco grabbed my arm, giving me a tug till I was halfway out my bed.

"C'mon!" He told me, "It's my first practice."

Letting out a groan, I climbed myself partially out the bed, sliding onto the floor with my head leaning against the edge of the bed before I felt Draco's hand wrap around my wrist before lifting my butt off the floor. Out the window, I could barely see a thin mist hanging across the pink and gold sky. Once fully awake, the racket coming from the birds outside began to sound louder and louder; quite surprising how we're able to sleep through that every day. I slipped into my school uniform, throwing on the robe a bit sloppily. As long as we don't run into my father in the halls, I should be fine with how I look. It's early in the morning - I barely have the energy to do anything.

"Wouldn't watching Quidditch Practice be a bit... boring?" I asked Draco. Exiting the Slytherin Common Room, I had to quicken my pace in order to stay caught up with Draco- who seemed to be walking behind the other Quidditch team members. Of course, I've seen a Quidditch game before. Usually with the Malfoys, even if I've begged my father to join us on several occasions.

"I need you there, Melody." He let off a smile as he nudged my side, "My little cheerleader. My little good luck charm."

"Shouldn't you be saving your good luck charm for your first game?" I asked him, letting out a small yawn, "Especially with who Gryffindor has as their Seeker." From what I've heard, Harry Potter was one of the best Quidditch players Hogwarts as ever seen - followed by being the youngest, it's pretty impressive. If only I could have a hidden talent hiding somewhere inside me. Of course, I have Potions but who's that going to impress? My father's the Potions Professor and my best friend seems to be his all-time favorite student. There's no use in showing off that ability.