Jinx Not-So-Malfoy

Chapter 21

Since I'm on break, I'll try to upload a second chapter this week to make up for last week, but no promises. My BFF Alison might have to help me with the second chapter. ;D

 

 

We found Ron and Hermione saying goodbye to Harry outside the locker rooms.

"Hey guys. Good luck this afternoon, Harry." I said to my friends. "I want you guys to meet Alexander Noble and Azalea Dolt. They're in Ravenclaw. Azalea, Alex, this is Ron, Hermione, and --- "

"Harry Potter!" Azalea said, grabbing Harry's hand and shaking it vigorously. Ron and Hermione mumbled a couple of hi's. Azalea's hair went black and her eyes went green. Harry jumped back slightly at Azalea's change. "Oh, I'm a metamorphmagus."

"That means she can change her appearance." I piped in.

"Oh." Harry said. He has such a way with words.

"Well, we better grab our seats." Hermione said. "Good luck Harry!"

"Yeah! Good luck!" Azalea said. She obviously wasn't shy.

We headed towards the stands. We found a place to sit near Neville, Ron and Hermione on my left, Azalea (Who had turned her hair red and her eyes gold, showing her support of Gryffindor) and Alex on my right. Neville couldn't understand why we looked so grim, or why we were so worried, or why we had brought our wands to the match, which Azalea and Alex didn't understand either.

Harry didn't know that we had been practicing the Leg-Locker Curse. Hermione got the idea after Draci had used it on Neville. We were ready to use it if Snape showed any sign of wanting to hurt Harry.

"Now, don't forget, it's Locomotor Mortis." Hermione muttered as Ron slipped his wand up his sleeve.

"I know." Ron snapped. "Don't nag."

I peered into the stands to see who had come. Nearly the entire school had come.

"Good god, even Dumbledore's here!" I said, spotting the silvery beard in the crowd. "Snape won't try anything now!"

"I've never seen Snape look so mean." Ron said to us. "Look -they're off! Ouch!"

Someone had poked Ron in the back of the head. It was none other than my ass of a brother, Draco.

"Oh, sorry, Weasley, didn't see you there." Draco grinned broadly at Crabbe and Goyle. "Wonder how long Potter's going to stay on his broom this time? Anyone want a bet? What about you, Weasley?"

Ron didn't answer; Snape had just awarded Hufflepuff a penalty because George Weasley had hit a Bludger at him. Hermione, who had all her fingers crossed in her lap, was squinting fixedly at Harry, who was circling the game like a hawk, looking for the Snitch.

"You know how I think they choose people for the Gryffindor team?" said Malfoy loudly a few minutes later, as Snape awarded Hufflepuff another penalty for no reason at all. "It's people they feel sorry for. See, there's Potter, who's got no parents, then there's the Weasleys, who've got no money -- you should be on the team, Longbottom, you've got no brains."

"Maybe you should be on the team, Draco. You won't have a head if you keep talking." I told my brother, not removing my eyes from the game.

"And I'm worth twelve of you, Malfoy." Neville stammered.

Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle howled with laughter, but Ron, still not daring to take his eyes from the game, said, "You tell him, Neville."

"Longbottom, if brains were gold you'd be poorer than Weasley, and that's saying something." Draco said.