Juliet Snape(ON HOLD)

Chapter 5

"Ms Snape, Mr Potter" A voice drawled making us both jump and look up at the voice of my father. Harry looked down nervously, embarrased and I glared straight into his eyes. "I need a word with Ms Snape, Potter, please don't feel like im taking her off you" He spat sarcastically, Harry nodded and smiled at me "See you later Jules." And walked back to the castle.

"How rude can you get!" I yelled, grabbing my hair as how my father embarassed me infront of my best friend, not to mention how rude he was to Harry. All he did is raise an eyebrow and me and stare.

"What?" I lowered my voice slightly, resting my hands on my cheeks irritated. Only he could upset me this way.

"You, were blushing at him, do you like him?" He asked nervously. My eyes widened and I could feel my blush rise in my cheeks.

"No!" I shouted, hitting him the chest, to me it felt hard but he didn't even flinch. He exhaled heavily, in a kind of release for him.

"Good." We just stood there for a moment not saying anything, not wanting to. He held his arm out to me, which I took slowly, as he led me back to the castle.

I grinned slightly when he did this, if you were going to get any sign of affection off Snape this would be it.

Finally once we reached the castle, he smoothed his hair out with one arm and realised mine, leading me back into the Slytherin Common room. As soon as were inside the cold common room Draco stood up from a chair and walked towards me, as this happened I looked back and saw the black, bat like robes exit, so much for saying bye.

I look forward and Draco was still stood there, thinking of what to say. I crossed my arms and tapped my foot impatiently. "J-Juliet I" I rolled my eyes, he didn't deserve to even speak to me after he treated me like that. "Save it Malfoy" I snarled, pushing past him to the girl's dormitory and slaming the door behind me. Maybe I was being stubborn, or maybe I was right. The other girls looked up for a second of silence and then back to whatever they were doing. But I didn't care, ignoring all the whispering I flopped into my bed and covered myself in a duvet, daydreaming about the occurences of the day, not sure what to feel.

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I stretched and looked around the dorm, I must have woken up quite late even though I had an early night last night, figures. I walked into the bathroom with my robes and quickly got dressed with no required effort. As I finished I pulled my hair back from my face and peered at my face for a few moments. My eyes were brighter than yesterday and the small bags from my eyes were gone, I almost looked, like my mother, or the photos i've seen of her. I grinned and walked out of the dormitory and I almost didn't feel the cold of the common room which must be something you get used to after a while.

The corridors were quite quiet as everyone was getting ready for the big match. It was almost silent with only a few murmurs from portraits and students that were just as insane as I was to be up late and be ready for the game. As I reached the Great Hall I noticed Hermione as she was sat on her own drinking her pumpkin juice. After walking over to the Gryffindor table for a change and sitting down she grinned slightly, like she was expecting me. "Jules, we need to go to the Quidditch ground now! It's the Slytherin and Gryffindor match today, come with me!"

"I thought you didn't like Quidditch that much?" I smiled at her, crossing my arms and raising my eyebrows.

"Yeah well, now I want to see them kick some Slytherin ass" she smirked, a small blush crept on her cheeks from her excitable anger. "Ron is already there, let's go!" She shouted, dragging me out with a piece of toast in my hand.

As we reached the pitch we got a good place in the stand, I grinned as the fresh air flew into my face, hearing the cheers and the atmosphere around me, I wanted Harry to do well but if Slytherin win my dad would be in a good mood, plus my dorm mates.

Hooch's whistle was heard and both teams flew around the pitch, like birds, the clash between red and green made it look quite Christmassy in my opinion.

I watched the game in great detail pouting slightly. I've always thought Quidditch was a beautiful sport, my father would never let me near a broom never mind to join the team. Oh well, beggars can't be choosers.

Suddenly my eyes caught something following Harry, it was a bludger. "Hermione, are bludgers meant to be following someone like that?" I asked her, keeping my eyes tightly onto Harry.

"No" she answered simply but a trace of worry was in her voice as she reached to hold my hand, worried for his safety.

Oliver called a time-out but from what it looked like they were going to postpone the match but Harry wanted to continue, him and his stupid Gryffindor pride.

The match carried on as Harry dodged the bludger as best as he could, trying to keep Malfoy off his tail too.

But it happened to suddenly, almost in slow motion. The budger hit him and he came tumbling down, luckily a spell was put on him to lower him down so he didn't hurt himself anymore.

"Harry!" Hermione and I screamed, running down to the pitch as gasps from the crowds erupted with worried voices. As we reached the pitch, surprise surprise Lockheart did to.

I knelt beside Harry seeing him clutch his arm and put my hand on his shoulder supportingly. Luckily he had caught the snitch and Gryffindor had won, which seemed to still matter to the other students. A very hated blonde man pushed his way through the crowd.

"Don't worry! I can fix it Harry!" I rolled my eyes at the man, a little snicker left my mouth as I noticed one of his eyes were bruised.

"Don't be an idiot he needs to see Madame Pomfrey!" I yelled at him, ready to help him up. "Nonsense!" He smiled slimly. He spoke a spell I had never heard before and a yet of lavender coloured light erupted from his wand to Harry's arm.

I watched as the growing audience cowered in disgust as Lockheart's stupid spell took all the bones out of Harry's arm.

I stood up and held my wand out at him angrily, seeking revenge for my friend, I would of hurt him to if I wasn't stopped. "Miss Snape take Mr Potter to the infirmary."

I helped him up and carefully helped him up. "You didn't need to do that you know?" He whispered, as we reached the hospital wing.

"Don't be so attention seeking Hazza, I would take any chance I could to hurt that man" I joked, laughing at him pretending that I upset him. Pomfrey told us that it would take a whole night to grow his bones back and that I should leave him to rest, without being able to say goodbye I was shooed out of there before I could speak. This year was going to be interesting...