Kyra's P.O.V
It was dinner time when I got done with my homework and reading. I ate my dinner fast and grabbed my broom and ran to the field for practice. Everyone was there but me (of course). So I looked like an idiot running to the field, out of breath, with my hair falling every which way. If it wasn't for my awesomeness, Oliver would have been upset. But he just smiled and waved for me to join them.
Practice was normal. We practiced until Fred or George got bored and started slinging bludgers at each other. Or I got bored and lied down on my broom staring at the sky while Oliver protected me for bludgers. He normally wasn't to happy about this, which who could blame him, but today something else was going on.
We were about 30 minutes into practice when the Slytherin team walked there way to the field. So with our Gryffindor bravery and strength, and there snootiness we grouped up with our teams and stalked toward each other with Oliver in the front of us and Marcus in the front of them.
"What are YOU doing here Flint?" Oliver says.
"Practicing. What are you doing? Practicing for ballet?" Flint says snickering.
"No. Leave we get the field." Oliver commands him.
"Sorry, but we have a note from Snape." he tells us.
Give that here I say and read the note aloud.
The Slytherin team has permission to occupy the field until curfew today. If a team will not leave and give them the field they will be band from the next game.
Signed,
Professor Snape.
"This is an outrange!" Katie Bell shouts.
Everyone starts arguing and throwing there hands everywhere in frustration.
"Hey, um, Kyra." Draco says while smiling at her from across the crowd of angry players.
"Sup." she say back to him while repaying the smile back.
Then everyone stops and stares. Oliver moves closer to Kyra and takes her hand.
"Uh, did you just say hi?" he asks while Kyra looks at their hands and stiffens.
"Yeah, why?" Draco asks awkwardly.
"You. Said hi. In all of this. What's the matter with you, get hit in the head or something?" Oliver asks.
"No, thank you very much. I was trying to be a gentleman to someone who deserves it. Not like you care about her unless it will affect your qudditch." he remarks.
Kyra tries to hide her smile and shock face.
"What do you mean by that?" he yells back.
"You know what I mean. Now if you don't want to be band from the next game leave." Draco replies.
"Fine." Oliver spits at him and stalks of with the rest of the team.
"Um, bye Draco." Kyra says and walks away with her team.
"Hey wait. Do you want to hand out tomorrow after practice with me by the lake?" he asks.
"Sure. See ya then." Kyra says and he hugs her before she jogs away.
