Jinx Not-So-Malfoy and the Heir of Slytherin

Chapter 5

My mouth is bleeding, but there's no blood. Weirdness.

 I couldn't sleep, so I was sitting in the common room when the whole of the Gryffindor Quiddich team trooped down the stairs. When Oliver Wood came down, I stopped him and asked what was up. 

"Quidditch practice," answered Oliver, like it was completely normal to be playing Quidditch at six in the morning. "What are you doing down here?"

I shrugged. "Couldn't sleep."

"Well, don't hold up Harry," Wood warned.

"Alright," I said. He left and Harry came down moments later, tailed by his mini stalker. He gave me a quick wave and left. I sat there for a moment, then decided to follow using the invisibility cloak.

I creeped up the stairs and into the boys' dormitory. I knew it would be in his trunk. I started riffling through his trunk and as soon as I found it, Seamus decided to wake up.

"Jinx?" he asked aloud, turning red. "You're not supposed to be here."

Shit.

I pulled out my wand, and muttered, "Flipendo," and ran from the room, pulling on the cloak as I left.

Once I got to the field, they weren't there. So I stood in the middle of the field until they came out.

I dazed off for a moment, or maybe ten. I wasn't sure but when I came back to earth, I stuffness was going on.

"What's going on?" said Wood, frowning, as he skimmed through the air toward Ron, Hermione and Harry's stalker. "Why's that first year taking pictures? I don't like it. He could be a Slytherin spy, trying to find out about our new training program."

"He's in Gryffindor," said Harry quickly.

"And the Slytherins don't need a spy, Oliver," said George.

"What makes you say that?" said Wood testily.

"Because they're here in person," said George, pointing. Several people in green robes were walking onto the field, broomsticks in their hands.

"I don't believe it!" Wood hissed in outrage. "I booked the field for today! We'll see about this!"

Wood shot toward the ground, landing rather harder than he meant to in his anger, staggering slightly as he dismounted. Harry, Fred, and George followed.

"Flint!" Wood bellowed at the Slytherin Captain. "This is our practice time! We got up specially! You can clear off now!"

Marcus Flint was even larger than Wood. He had a look of trollish cunning on his face as he replied, "Plenty of room for all of us, Wood."

Angelina, Alicia, and Katie had come over, too. There were no girls on the Slytherin team, who stood shoulder to shoulder, facing the Gryffindors, leering to a man.

"But I booked the field!" said Wood, positively spitting with rage. "I booked it!"

"Ah," said Flint. "But I've got a specially signed note here from Professor Snape. 'I, Professor S. Snape, give the Slytherin team permission to practice today on the Quidditch field owing to the need to train their new Seeker."

'"You've got a new Seeker?" said Wood, distracted. "Where?"

And from behind the six large figures before them came a seventh, smaller boy, smirking all over his pale, pointed face. It was my one and only brother, Draco Lucius Malfoy.

"Aren't you Jinx's brother?" said Fred, looking at Malfoy with dislike. "Lucius Malfoy's son?"

"Funny you should mention Draco's father," said Flint as the whole Slytherin team smiled still mor ebroadly. "Let me show you the generous gift he's made to the Slytherin team."