Isabella Lestrange

My Seeker

Madam Pomfrey had used a simple spell to heal my arm. I was furious with Draco, how dare he leave me? This was maybe the third time he had abandoned me in my time of need. I sat in the slytherin common room reading my book on the Sirens Tongue and the Unforgivable Curses. It was always dark in the common room, due to us probably being underground. The only light came from the ginormous fire place and a few candles here and there. There also was just no color in the room either, besides green and black. Suddenly I heard someone coming. I shut the book and hid it with the rest of my stuff.

"Guess what?" Draco asked cheerfully as he plopped down next to me. I huffed and turned myself away from him, dramatically. I felt him wrap his hands around my hips and attempt to turn me around.

"What's the matter now? Isabella." Draco sighed with annoyance. I spun around so quick that I didn't think he even saw it.

"What's the matter? You left me alone with those purple little demons! I broke my bloody arm!" I screamed as I threw my arms up in the air. I glared at him bringing my arms back down and crossing them across my chest.

"I'm sorry, Isabella. I thought you were right behind me. I wanted to turn around and go back for you, but it was too late." Draco sighed looking down. My expression softened, this was it. This was the Draco nobody else saw but me, only I knew how Draco really felt. And I would never share that with a soul.

"It's okay, I accept your apology." I sighed with a small smile. Draco immediately looked up, back was his ego.

"Guess who is the new Slytherin House Seeker?" He smirked standing up and placing his hands on his hips. It was then that I realized he was wearing a Slytherin Quidditch uniform. The bright green and gold stuck out the most.

"Really?" I gasped standing up and embracing him in a bear hug.

"Okay, you can let me go now. I don't need to be missing half my bones when I throw Potter off his broom stick." Draco smirked confidently. I rolled my eyes and let go of him.

"But, I will allow my number one fan to admire me whilst I practice. Of course I have thousands, but I'll make the exception for you." Draco smirked with a wink. He grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the common room. Most likely to meet up with the other Slytherins on the Quidditch team.

"Flint!" Draco hollered as we approached a bunch of upper classmen wearing green and white robes. They all held the newest Nimbus brooms. I looked at Draco questionably, did Lucius do this?

"Malfoy." The boy I knew well as Marcus Flint greeted. He was on the team last year, his teeth were still messed up and his dark hair was still short and dirty.

"Well hello, Bella." Marcus smirked walking up to me. He was a ginormous flirt, and was known to hit on girls younger then him.

"Marcus." I greeted politely as I offered a fake smile.

"Glad to see that you've taken a liking to Quidditch. You should come out more often." Marcus smirked stepping closer towards me. I brushed him off and began to walk with the team towards the field. I slithered away from Marcus and moved to the back of the herd with Draco.

"So, the new brooms?" I asked suspiciously turning my head to Draco with a eyebrow raised. He shrugged his shoulders and gave me a innocent look. As we walked through the court yard the team immediately stopped. I peaked out behind all the Slytherins to see the Gryffindor team heading our way.

"Where do you think you're going, Flint." The familiar voice of Oliver Wood questioned with distaste.

"Quidditch practice." Flint smirked as we approached the Gryffindors. I still hid in the back.