"You're in," Draco says sliding beside me. We were waiting for Professor Lupin to show up. I look up the blond.

    "What?" I ask him. My e/c eyes locking with his grey ones.

  "You're in," he repeats, "you're the newest member of the Slytherin Qudditch team."

 "Don't I need to like try out for that?" I ask. He shakes his head.

"No," He says, "one of our beaters just quit. And we need a new one. So I talked to Marcus and told him that you should be it. Seeing as the guy wouldn't of even got the spot last year if you would of tried out."

"Well duh," I say to him, "so I really have a spot?"

"Yes love," He says, "you're on the team." I pull him into a hug and squeal happily causing other to look over at us.

"This is awesome!" I squeal. They door opens and I pull away from Draco. It was Snape. He walks to the board and pull down a  sheet for the projector and uses magic to slam all the windows closed.

"Turn to page 394," Snape says. I pull my book towards me and flip open the page.

"Where's Professor Lupin?" Harry asks.

"That's not really your concern, is it, Potter? Suffice it to say your professor finds himself incapable of teaching...... at the present time," Snape says walking to the projector, "Turn to page 394."

"'Werewolves?'" Ron asks.

"Sir, we just learned about red caps and hinkypunks. We're not meant to start that for weeks," Hermione says.

"Quiet," Snape groans.

"Now, which one of you can tell me the difference.....between an Animagus and a werewolf?" Snape asks. Hermione raises her hand high but like normal nothing, "No one? How disappointing."

"Please, sir," She says desperately, "An Animagus is a wizard who elects to turn into an animal. A werewolf has no choice. With each full moon.....he no longer remembers who he is. He'd kill his best friend. The werewolf only responds to the call of its own kind." Draco howls loudly from beside me. I roll my eyes.

"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy," Snape says, "That's the second time......you've spoken out of turn, Miss Granger. Are you incapable of restraining yourself......or do you take pride in being an insufferable know-it-all?" 

"He's got a point, you know," Ron says.

"Five points from Gryffindor," Snape says as Draco tosses a note to Harry, "As an antidote to your ignorance, and on my desk, by Monday morning.....two rolls of parchment on the werewolf, with emphasis......on recognizing it." Everyone groans loudly.

"It's Quidditch tomorrow," Harry says. Snape leans onto the table in disgust.

"Then I suggest you take extra care, Mr. Potter. Loss of limb will not excuse you. Page 394," Snape barks, "The term 'werewolf'......is a contraction of the Anglo-Saxon word "wer"......which means 'man,' and 'wolf.' Werewolf, man-wolf. There are several ways to become a werewolf. They include being given the power of shape-shifting......being bitten by a werewolf..." I doze off not really caring what Snape says.

******

  "Draco you're fine," I say as he adjusts his sling. We were walking together as he clutches my hand. 

   "That stupid bird broke my arm," He exclaims, "I'm not fine!"

"Ugh," I groan, "fine. You're right you are so injured."

"Don't mock me," He whines. I just chuckle. 

"But you make it so easy to," I say causing him to shut up. I kiss his cheek. "I'm sorry Draco I'll stop."

"I'll forgive you for a real kiss," He says. I stop walking and step in front of him and connect my lips to mine. Letting him take dominance and slip his tongue inside my mouth. Although he clearly didn't know what he was doing he explores the inside of my mouth. I pull away and smirk. 

"Happy?" I ask.

"Yeah," He admits.

****** 

 Harsh rain barrels down on us as  Gryffindor and Hufflepuff teams zoom past on their brooms. "I can barely see!" I whine as I try to figure out what was happening. I was leaning over the wall and Draco kept pulling me back. I was soaked anyways. "COME ON MIKEY!"

"Too bad we couldn't of played this match," Blaise says.

"Blame it on that stupid chicken," Draco scoffs.

"Or blame it on Draco being a baby,"

"Hey! My father will-" He starts. Stopping as I turn to him angrily. 

"Come on Harry!" I cheer as a Gryffindor comes falling down. "Who was that?!" 

"Looks like one of the chasers," Draco says. I bit my tongue and watch as the players zoom around. I see a figure falling. It was Harry crashing from the sky. He slows down until he hits a lot softer than he should have. 

*****

"He looks a bit peaky, doesn't he?" Ron says as we all stand over Harry. He had a few scratches on his face. 

"Peaky?" Fred asks, "What do you expect? He fell over 100 feet."

"Yeah come on Ron Let's walk you off a tower and see what you look like," George says.

"Probably a right sight better than he normally does," Harry teases as he wakes up. We all laugh as he sits up. Then back up.

"How are you feeling?" Hermione asks. Ron clutching the remains of Harry's broom.

"Oh, brilliant," Harry says sarcastically.

"You gave us a right good scare," Fred says, "Y/n almost had a heart attack."

"Because he almost died!" I yell at Fred who rolls his eyes.

"What happened?" Harry asks.

"Well, you fell off your broom," Ron says.

"Really? I meant the match. Who won?" Harry asks we exchange looks.

"No one blames you, Harry," Hermione assures.

"And if they do they're nuts," Mikey says, "Dementors aren't even supposed to be on the grounds. Dumbledore's pissed."

"After he saved you, he sent them off," Hermione says.

"There's something else you should know too," Ron says moving the blanket off the broken broom, "When you fell, your broom sort of blew into the Whomping Willow, and... Well..."

"I'm sorry Harry," I tell him, "I can get a broom for you to finish the year out with." He nods sadly.  

******

  I scribble down the easy as Hermione and I sit in the library. "Stupid Snape ruining DADA with a stupid essay," I groan. 

"Its not that bad," She mumbles.

"For you," I say but I think its stupid.

"Quit being a baby," She groans finishing hers. I roll my eyes and quickly write down some bullshit last paragraph to finish off the parchment.

"Finally," I sigh in relief. I shove it into my bag, "now lets go before I actually throw myself off the Astronomy tower." She nods and we walk out of the Library down the hall. I see professor Lupin and Mikey walking into Lupin's classroom.  "I'll meet you in the great hall Mione."

"Fine," She says. I walk off and sneak by the door opening it a little.

"You have to help me," Mikey says, "you know Sirius couldn't of murdered anybody."

"Sirius is a murderer. He ratted out James and Lily," Lupin says. 

"Do you really believe that?" Mikey asks, "Come on Remus, my dad told me even he thought  Sirius is innocent. We just need to get him to Harry."

"No," Lupin says, "and thats final." 

"You're making a mistake," Mikey says.

"You should stay out of this kid," Lupin says, "its dangerous."

"I'm doing whats right not whats easy," Mikey says, "something my parents taught me. And something James taught them." He starts to storm out and I run off towards the great hall. What the hell was my brother doing? Helping a murder?!