Written In The Stars -[Harry Potter xFem!Oc]

Chapter Ten: The Slytherin Boy.

The next days had few pleasant surprises, one of them being Draco's face when he saw Ron and Harry happily entering the Great Hall the next morning.

Harry tried to get her attention during breakfast, the boys were talking about the thing that the dog could be guarding; he had his own suspicions and intended to make Mel support his ideas, but she was quite moody that morning.

After Hermione decided to stop talking to her, she felt lonely. Not that Harry and Ron ignored her, but it just wasn't the same, not even with Harry now that he had Ron. She thought that maybe the thing was that they were boys, they had more things in common... if that made any sense.

She ate her breakfast quietly, ignoring the pain in her chest every time she looked at Hermione, who kept refusing to even glance in her direction. She was bloody mad at Malfoy too, if it wasn't because of his idiotic dare, Hermione would still be her friend, she wouldn't feel so misfit.

The next surprise happened about a week after:

During breakfast, the owls arrived with a strange-looking package for Harry, several students had their eyes fixed on them, wanting to see what it was. A letter was delivered moments after, one that Mel read along with Harry and Ron.

'DO NOT OPEN THE PARCEL AT THE TABLE.

It contains your new Nimbus Two Thousand, but I don't want everybody knowing you've got a broomstick or they'll all want one.

Oliver Wood will meet you tonight on the Quidditch pitch at seven o'clock for your first training session.

Professor M. McGonagall'

"A bloody-" Mel stopped short before she could give it away, she looked up to meet Harry's eyes, happiness flooding through them.

They stood up at the same time, their breakfast long forgotten on the table. The three kids ran towards the marble stairs only to have them blocked by Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle. Malfoy took the broom from Harry's hand and examined it.

"That's a broomstick," He said, with disgust that Mel knew wasn't directed towards the object, "You'll be for it this time, Potter, first-years aren't allowed them."

"It's not any old broomstick," Ron teased, "it's a Nimbus Two Thousand. What did you say you've got at home, Malfoy, a Comet Two Sixty? Comets look flashy, but they're not in the same league as the Nimbus."

"What would you know about it, Weasley you couldn't afford half the handle," Malfoy snapped back. "I suppose you and your brothers have to save up, twig by twig."

"Careful there," Mel replied, "we might think you're jealous..."

"Not arguing, I hope, kids?" Professor Flitwick asked, appearing beside them.

"Potter's been sent a broomstick, Professor," said Malfoy quickly.

"Yes, yes, that's right," said Professor Flitwick, beaming at Harry, "Professor McGonagall told me all about the special circumstances, Potter. And what model is it?"

"A Nimbus Two Thousand, sir," said Harry, his voice trembling, "And it's really thanks to Malfoy here that I've got it."

Mel let out a short laugh that she covered with a cough, excusing herself and starting to walk upstairs. She heard two other pairs of feet coming behind her, Harry and Ron emerging at her sides. One look at their faces was enough to burst out laughing.

"Well, it's true," Harry chortled as they reached the top of the marble staircase. "If he hadn't stolen Neville's Remembrall I wouldn't be in the team..."