Leah Riddle: Riddle me This (Book 2)

Chapter 52

"You haven't been around much," Draco sighed as we walked along the Black Lake. It was now Saturday, three days until Quidditch, four until the next D.A. meeting, and five until my own Slytherin meeting.

 "I know, and I am so sorry," I kissed him gently.

 "It's okay, I mean, you're still trying to figure everything out," he said, drawing me closer.

 "I'm so conflicted about everything. People are trying to get me on their side and I just don't know anything," I sighed.

 "You'll figure it out. I was actually thinking about when I become a Death Eater," Draco said, making sure no one was around.

 "Having second thoughts?" I asked.

 "No, I was just wondering what tasks I'd have to do," he mused.

 "Probably nothing too major at first," I shrugged.

 "I hope not," he frowned.

 "Hey, cheer up! We have Quidditch soon, as well as the defense class. It'll be a blast," I smiled.

 "You're right," Draco nodded.

***

Quidditch practice!

"This broom feels so unnatural to carry," I frowned as we walked down to the Quidditch pitch.

 "You'll get used to it," Draco said.

 "I better," I mumbled.

 "Just remember to be as violent as possible," Draco laughed and I gave him a weak smile before walking onto the field. Crabbe and Goyle waved at me, and I walked over to them.

 "Hey Riddle," nodded Miles Bletchley casually.

 "Hey Bletchley," I nodded back as I passed him.

 "Sup?" someone said, high fiving me. Crap, who did Draco say he was? I remember the picture he showed me...Adrian! He's Adrian Pucey.

 "Not much, how about you Adrian?" I asked.

 "I'm just really sore from the first Quidditch practice. We're probably doing the same thing," he grimaced. Oh crap, I don't want to do anything that'll make me sore.

 "Oh that's rough," I frowned, and we moved out of each other's way.

 "Hey guys," I said, reaching Crabbe and Goyle. Draco was going over something with Montague, but I did see Montague look over at me with a scowl.

 "How are you feeling?" Crabbe asked.

 "I'm pretty good," I shrugged.

 "Well just remember what Montague criticized during try outs, and try not to do it again," Goyle smiled. Oh my god, I forgot to watch that memory. I'm so screwed.

 "Yeah I'll do my best," I rolled my eyes and they started laughing, so I joined in.

 "Alright team, listen up!" Montague said. We turned to look at him and quieted down.

 "We're doing the same thing we did our first practice, and then some real Quidditch drills. This practice will be longer so stay strong," he said, and my team mates groaned. They started running and I frowned.

 "Captain Montague," I said, and he glared at me.

 "Get going Riddle," he said.