Emily Potter-Book 3-Prisoner of Azkaban

Chapter 6

"There you are!" Marcus Flint shouted from across the locker room. Emily looked over her shoulder, confused as to what her captain was looking for, "Here I am?"

"You're late."

"I beg your pardon?"

Flint rolled his eyes in annoyance and took the Beater's Bat from her hand. "You're late. Go on and get flying, we're expecting you in the air within the next five minutes." Now positively annoyed and confused, Emily frowned and took her bat back. She was only there to pick up her equipment to polish before the big game. "I'm not scheduled to train today, Draco is – "

"He's out." The captain rudely cut in, "Draco can't play just yet, that arm of his is still a bit rickety and you're subbing for him." Flint reached into her locker and threw the handle of her broom at her, then grabbed her bat when she was distracted with catching her Nimbus 2001. Emily stared at him in disbelief, "Who'll be the beater?"

She had stepped on the last nerve Flint had, effectively making him implode in on himself. He threw the bat into the locker and began to push Emily out of the room and into the field, "Never mind who'll be taking your place, Potter! Bloody wasting time and pissing me off – get to the bloody field!" She shrugged him off of her and pressed the handle of her broomstick against his throat, his back constrained against a locker door. "Did you really have to be so rude? And I was asking quite nicely, too, Flint. Goodness."

"Oi, what's going on here?"

Emily looked over and found Draco by the entrance. He walked inside and picked up the bat that laid lopsidedly in one of the lockers. She hesitatingly released Flint, letting him tremble on his knees before quickly making his exit. Draco let out a short laugh and handed Emily her bat, "Very nicely handled."

"I know."

"You would have bruised his jaw if I hadn't come in just now, am I right?"

"Perhaps." She muttered, now properly tucking away her Beater's equipment in her locker. "But you have to admit, I was being nice longer than I should have. I feel like a deserve a prize." Draco grinned and placed a kiss on her cheek while his thumb brushed along her chin. "To answer your question, Blaise will be taking over the bat for you. I can't speak for Marcus, though. I'll have to talk to him later."

"No, don't." Emily slowly enunciated, possibly hesitating on whether to prod any further on their captain. "Knowing him, he might just be thinking about the upcoming match. Besides, I'd rather we not waste time over Flint."

Thoroughly surprised, Draco looked back at her with a delighted air about his face. Emily scoffed at the sight of him not being able to contain his wonder. "What?"

"You're in a good mood." He mentioned. "Even after all of that – oh, I see. You're happy that you're playing seeker! Bet you're wishing I got slashed up by that four-legged chicken sooner so that you could take my role – Ow!" Draco jumped at the funny feeling of his girlfriend pinching his waist. She removed her bag that hung across her body and shoved it to his chest, "Carry that for me, will you? I have a snitch to catch."

He felt himself break into a proud smile, the sight of Emily walking out of the room with a broom in hand was always something to be in awe of. Though before she could step out, Draco followed her and blocked her way as he stepped out of the room and made himself a sort of human wall that prevented her from flying to meet their teammates.

She looked at him questionably and soon noticed how oddly his chin was protruding, did someone hit him? "You alright?"

"You've forgotten something," Draco muttered, sticking his face out to her even more. Emily laughed and quickly grabbed him by his collar to kiss his cheek, "You're unbelievable."