Woes of a Weasley

7: Confessions Of A Gay Boy

"Woooooooooooooooh CRASH! She was on the ground practically dead!" Bevin was telling the story of the Quidditch match to Crabbe and Goyle the next morning as we were eating breakfast in the Great Hall. I am all fixed up and peachy now!

"Not exactly." I chuckle as Malfoy shakes his head, smirking.

"Ainsley, can I talk to you please?" Sicily asked me, her eyebrows raised making her look worried. A rare thing, really.

"Yeah. Sure." I nod, knowing it was probably about Flint.

We walked outside of the great hall and she fidgeted a bit before sitting down on a window sill. I took a seat beside her.

"Listen, there's something I need to confess." Sicily glanced sideways at me, her pale eyes showing little emotion.

"Go on."

"Well... you didn't really earn a spot. On the team, I mean."

"What?" I mumble almost inaudibly. I saw this coming, though. It just hurt.

"I convinced Flint to let you join. He's been kind of distant lately I don't know if it's because of me. Ugh that's not the point. Point is that I lied. I'm sorry. I just thought you'd do well on the Quidditch team. I didn't think we'd actually lose with you as a beater. I mean- that's not what I meant. I didn't know you'd be injured. Well, I knew there was a possibility but Flint said he was pretty sure that-"

"Sicily. Shut up. I know already." I punch Sicily's shoulder with a smirk, and her eyes widen. I can't help but chuckle at her shocked expression.

"How?"

"Ginny."

"Ah... and how did that tomato-head find out?" Sicily narrowed her eyes and tucked some of her straight blond hair back behind her ears.

"She overheard Flint and Adrian talking about me. Apparently Draco played a part in it too. I mean, I'm flattered you guys wanted to help me out but I'm kinda pissed you didn't just leave me to tryout for the team with my skills. I actually believed I was okay at Quidditch." I grab the edge of the window sill tightly. Sicily looks down at my grip, and opens her mouth as if to speak, but closes it quickly. She lets out a sigh and grabs my wrist.

"Talk to him." Sicily whispers and I wince at her grip.

"Huh? Oh... Draco?"

"Yes. I think he might've influenced Flint more than me. Please talk to him. I want to know what he said." She stood up quietly and swiftly walked away through the corridor. I was left rubbing my wrist.

I'll confront Malfoy after our Defense Against the Dark Arts class. I plan to intercept him on his way to lunch.

"Ainsley!" I heard the twins from my right, and before I knew it George had collided with me and yanked me off the sill. He held me in between him and Fred so I was forced to walk along with the two of them.

"What are you doing?" I try and break away to go to class, but they're relentless.

"We were both wondering-"

"-How you were feeling after yesterday." Fred finished the sentence George started. Sometimes I'm a little jealous that they have this skill. Ginny and I just aren't close enough.... plus, we aren't identical.

"Yeah I feel fine." I reply, my mind preoccupied with thought about questioning Draco. I finally broke free and headed in the other direction. I didn't feel like talking to them right now.