I sit at the Slytherin table on a chilly Autumn Saturday, chatting quietly with Blaise, my friend from Herbology as we eat breakfast and talk about the day to come.
"Who are you sitting with for the match?" Blaise asks in between gulps of pumpkin juice.
"I might actually be hanging out with Hermione and Ron today. For the match, I mean," I say, looking past to the Gryffindor table. Hermione looks up and smiles at me.
"Gryffindors?" he asks in mock disgust.
"Gryffindors," I confirm, nodding. "I'm going to support Harry and besides, they invited me."
"Well if they invited you," he smiles, sassily. Suddenly, from down the other side of the table, I see Draco jump up and stalk towards were we're sitting.
"Ready?" he says abruptly, eyes trained only on Blaise, completely disregarding my presence.
"Yeah sure, we're heading to Hogsmeade before the match for a while, I'll see you around," Blaise explains, smiling at me as he stands to join Draco.
I watch as the pair walk together out of the great hall, leaving me alone to finish my breakfast before I head to the library for some last-minute study. How we have so much homework in the first two weeks back is beyond me, but I am determined to stay on top of my class work this semester.
I stand up from the table, waving to Ron and Hermione on my way out, heading down to the Slytherin dorms to retrieve my books for studying. I find them by my bed, just as I prepared them the night before. I pick them up and hurry down the stairs into the common room, rushing so I can find a nice, secluded spot in the library before it gets too crowded with last minute crammers. As I go to open the door to head back into the corridors, my hand slips as I turn the handle, someone opening it from the other side, scaring me witless. I stumble forwards from the fright, knocking right into Draco, who stands still holding the door, also frightened by my sudden presence.
"Oh goodness, I- I'm sorry," I blush as I look up to meet his eyes which are cold and wide.
"Forgot my coat." He shoves past me, knocking me into the hard-wooden door, stunned by his rudeness. In a split second, he reappears, coat in hand and a confused look on his face as I remain motionless where he last saw me. He shrugs and offers me a confused look.
"You know, given the last time we spoke I would have expected you to be a little less rude," I finally say.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Draco says firmly, walking past me but stopping in the doorway. I honestly don't know what I expected from him, I knew his sudden warmth wasn't going to last long. I clutch my books closer to my chest.
"Gosh, Malfoy, heaven forbid you have any feeling for anyone but yourself. You know, I really thought you might have actually felt any sympathy for me that night, comforting to know it was all a charade," I say sarcastically, watching the emotions cross his face as I insult him.
"Anyone but myself? Are you joking Goody? You know nothing about me, let alone how I feel-" he stops suddenly, realising we aren't alone. Blaise walks down the hallway, warily watching us as if he feels like he's caused and intrusion.
"Hi again, Naomi," he smiles. "Ready?" he asks Draco.
"Very," he huffs, eyes still focused on me. Blaise, satisfied with this, turns, and starts back up the hallway.
"Nothing happened." Draco whispers to me before following suit.
I jump up to cheer with Hermione as the quaffle flies through the Gryffindor goals and as Harry zooms past on his broom. Ron cups his hands over his mouth and whistles loudly.
"Go Harry!" I shout.
We watch as a bludger hits a sixth year Ravenclaw in the head. She instinctively raises her hands to the area, loosing balance on her broom and missing a pass which she would have caught, stolen immediately by a Gryffindor. Almost instantly, the quaffle flies through the Gryffindor goals yet again, evening out a neck-to-neck match.
The exhilaration of the match is electrifying, I jump up and down, cheering for Harry as he shoots past, the Ravenclaw seeker right on his tail, who I believe is Cho Chang, Cedric's Yule Ball date. Guilt and sorrow strike my heart briefly at the thought of Cedric, but I'm distracted quickly by a sudden shout of victory.
"Aaand there you have it! Cho Chang has caught the Golden Snitch! 150 points for Ravenclaw, and game over!" shouts Lee Jordan, the commentator. We groan at the close defeat while cheers erupt from the Ravenclaw stands but try to stay upbeat for Harry's sake.
As we begin to climb over the benches to leave, Ron turns to me and nods behind me towards the Slytherin stands.
"I'm not very observant usually, but bloody hell, if Malfoy hasn't been just a little entertained by something over here all game," he smirks. "You wouldn't know anything about that now would you, Naomi?" he bumps my shoulder with his arm.
"Malfoy?" Hermione asks in disgust. I look over to the Slytherin stands where I assume Draco is and find him instantly, grey eyes piercing into mine. He is at a distance, but I swear I see him look me up and down before stuffing his hands in his pockets and turning to walk down back to school. I feel myself flush red with embarrassment.
"Heard Zabini might have seen you two a bit close this morning after you disappeared after breakfast," Ron teases, earning him a glare from Hermione.
"That's none of your businesses, Ronald," she scolds. She takes my arm, and we walk down the stairs. We stay a few steps in front of Ron and Hermione pulls me close in the swarm of people.
"You and Malfoy?" she asks, a shocked smile on her face which only appears when she hears gossip. I shrug.
"It's nothing, but I'd be sure to let you know," I assure her. She seems satisfied and stays relatively quiet until Ron catches us and strikes up conversation about try outs for next year's team.
Why did Malfoy look at me like that if he insists what happened on the bridge was "nothing"?
When I get back at my dorm, I flop down on my bed, confused as ever.
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