"What are you working on?" Draco asks as he approaches my table in the library. I mumble the enchantment under my breath so he couldn't see the words on the paper. They disappear as he reaches me.

"Essay for Snape," I lie, "or you know one of them at least."

"Oh yeah I finished that," He says as he sits beside me. I shut the books and push them aside. "You done?"

"Nah I'll do it when I get to my dorm," I tell him, "for now its just us." He smirks and I scoot closer to him and place my lips against his quickly. He pulls me onto his lap again. Smirking into the kiss like the cheeky loser he is. As I pull back he keeps his hold on me.

"I love you," He says.

"I love you more," I tell him as I wrap my arms around his neck. He kisses my forehead.

*****

While so far 5th year classes weren't so bad. So much time had been spent to explain to us owls. Or really it was lecture us about owls. And here we are. In transfiguration getting another lecture. "You cannot pass an OWL," Professor McGonagall says grimly,"without serious application, practice and study. I see no reason why everybody in this class should not achieve an OWL in Transfiguration as long as they put in the work. Yes, you too, Longbottom."

"Sure," Draco laughs. I smack his arm as McGonagall goes on.

"There's nothing wrong with your work except lack of confidence. So, today we are starting Vanishing Spells. These are easier than Conjuring Spells, which you would not usually at-tempt until NEWT level, but they are still among the most difficult magic you will be tested on in your OWL," McGonagall says. I wave the wand and say the spell again and again until finally the snails vanish.

"Oh thank god," I sigh in relief.

"Shut it," Draco huffs, "god this is ridiculous."

"Only because you can't do it~" I tease.

"Whatever," He groans. Thankfully the class soon ended. While Potions was a natural gift of mine, and I was exceptional at Magically creatures and DADA. I was actual trash at Transfiguration. Like that was Mikey and Hermione's stuff, not mine.

Next was Magical Creatures. Which had lost its spark since Hagrid left.

"Everyone here?" Professor Grubbly-Plank barks, once all the Slytherins and Gryffindors had arrived. "Let's crack on then. Who can tell me what these things are called?" She was holding up the thin stick like Bowtruckles. Hermione's hand shoots in the air. As Draco and Pansy mock her. "So any-one know the names of these creatures? Miss Granger?''

"Bowtruckles, " Hermione says, "They're tree-guardians, usually live in wand-trees."

"Five points for Gryffindor," Professor Grubbly-Plank says, "Yes, these are Bowtruckles, and as Miss Granger rightly says, they generally live in trees whose wood is of wand quality. Anybody know what they eat?"

"Woodlice," Hermione says promptly, "But fairy eggs if they can get them."

"Show off," Draco hisses, "you knew that right?"

"Duh," I tell him, "but I don't like to answer questions in front of a whole class."

"Good girl, take another five points. So, whenever you need leaves or wood from a tree in which a Bowtruckle lodges, it is wise to have a gift of woodlice ready to distract or placate it. They may not look dangerous, but if angered they will try to gouge at human eyes with their fingers, which, as you can see, are very sharp and not at all desirable near the eyeballs. So if you'd like to gather closer, take a few woodlice and a Bowtruckle - I have enough here for one between three - you can study them more closely. I want a sketch from each of you with all body-parts labelled by the end of the lesson," She explains. I collect our bowtruckle and woodlice. Draco had demanded we get the largest one. I lead the creature to a stack of rocks and sit down with Draco and Blaise.

"How interesting," I mumble, "Draco go grab a couple more woodlice."

"Ew no," He says. I shoot him a glare and he sighs. "Fine."

"That is what thought," I say. I start my sketch as I catch a glance at Draco with Harry.

"You're not gonna stop it?" Blaise asks.

"I learned that I need to stay out of the ones that aren't almost violent or overly harsh," I say, "because any other time someone gets upset. Besides the bickering is pointless." After Magical Creatures was Herbolgy which also started with a lecture hilariously enough. And as the classes finally let out for the day Draco and I had regrouped in the dining hall. "I am starving," I groan waiting for Dumbledore to give his speech.

"Ugh," Draco groans as he sees a tall raven hair boy approach us.

"Graham hello," I say to him. Graham Montague had been declared as the successor of Marcus Flint. And thankfully he wasn't a complete douche.

"Practice on the pitch tomorrow. We are testing out new members, maybe replacing old. Who know. Be there are you're off the team," He says as he glares me down.

"Got it," I nod. He walks off and I look to Draco. "Why do I feel like that was only directed to me?"

"Because it was," He says.

"What the hell? Why does every male in this house hate me?" I ask, "I am the best beater in the school."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," He tease.

"Well you would," I tease. Taking him back completely. He was thoroughly confused and had a red tint across his face.

"Really?" He asks.

"Well I mean... I could join you tonight? Completely pg though," I say to him. He nods quickly.

"That works," He says trying to act nonchalant.

*****

Tonight was mine and Draco's first set of Rounds. We had been partnered together tonight thankfully. Although our head boy and girl did mix up houses for other rounds. So next week for sure Ron and I have rounds together. "Ready Snake Boy?" I ask him. He rolls his eyes as he takes my hand.

"Why are you like this?" He asks as we walk out of the room.

"You love me," I tell him.

"I do, but man are you annoying sometimes," He sighs.

"Good," I say, "because you're annoying too. So lets get these rounds done so I can go to sleep." He nods and we start through the school. The apparently usual suspects. Lost first years and wandering higher years. A couple 7th year couples. You know normal stuff. As we finish up the round he leads me down to his dorm with him. It was a known fact that the girls staircase was enchanted so that guys couldn't climb it. But not the other way around. So I was free to climb the stair case with him and snuggle into his bed.

******

As I woke up I could feel Draco's arms wrapped around me tightly. His bare chest pressed against my back. If it wasn't for the three other boys in the room as trying to get ready I would of gladly stayed. "Draco baby," I mumble as I turn to face him. He groans softly. "Come on we have classes today you nerd."

"Ugh," He groans. I kiss his forehead then slide out of his tight grip. Waving politely to the boys and rushing from the boys dorms over to mine. Once I step inside I can see the snide faces of Pansy, Astoria, and the other girl. All looking very disgusted.

"Piss off," I hiss at them as I walk to my trunk and pull out my clothes. A nice neat clean set of robes. As I quickly change I can hear the stupid prats talk about me. "What are you losers gossiping about?"

"The Slytherwhore," Pansy smirks.

"Remember when I kicked your ass?" I ask her. I smirk before grabbing my things and rushing off. The rest of the day drags on and on until I finally reach the pitch. "Man oh man I love quidditch."

"Cultven we need to talk before we start," Graham says. I roll my eyes and walk towards him. Leaving the crowd of kids to meet him.

"Yes?" I ask him.

"Can you play as a chaser?" He asks, "because you're smaller than Crabbe and Goyle and they are built better to be a beater."

"Okay first they might be bigger but I can do this better than them," I tell him, "just let me prove it."

"You have five minutes," He says.

"Thats all I need," I say with a smirk. I rush back to the others and grab my broom.

"All right anyone trying out for a beater position get over here!" We all rush to him he explains the try outs. He was going to release the buldgers and we had to keep them away from us and try to hit the others. As Goyle, Crabbe, and I hover over the field the buldgers were released and I automatically rush towards one and use my bat to smack it square at Goyle's face.

"No hard feeling! I just want my spot!" I call out. Crabbe smacks one towards me but I swat it back towards him. This cycle going again and again until finally I knock Crabe off his broom. "Boom Bitch!"

"All right get down here!" Graham yells. We land and he looks over at me and sighs. "You keep you're spot. Goyle you're our second beater and Crabbe you're a back up. Congrats. Now go." I send a cheesy smile to Draco as I rush off the field.

******

"And I just smacked him off his broom!" I say excitedly to Ron, Harry, and Hermione.

"Really? Goyle?" Ron asks, "must of been some force with that buldger to knock that fat oaf off."

"I know!" I exclaim as I gleefully retell the story Ron listens carefully, Hermione scribbles down her essay, and Harry watches but in an uncomfortable daze. We were in the Gryffindor common, because at this point I'm already always with Gryffindors why not? "So this girl gets to keep her spot on the team. And I can break gender roles and be the best damn beater this school has seen. And YES FRED, GEORGE THAT INCLUDES ME BEING BETTER THAN YOU!" The twins look up from their boxes of candies to roll their eyes at me. "Anyways I've talked long enough. Ron?"

"Well um ok, I'll tell you, but don't laugh, all right?" Ron says defensively, turning redder with every second. "I - I thought I'd try out for Gryffindor Keeper now I've got a decent broom. There. Go on. Laugh." He looks at Harry and I.

"Wow," I say.

"Yeah," Harry says, "It's a brilliant idea! It'd be really cool if you got on the team! I've never seen you play Keeper, are you good?''

'I'm not bad," Ron says, "Charlie, Fred and George always made me Keep for them when they were training during the holidays."

"He's not bad. I've played with him and his brothers before," I tell Harry who nods.

"Fred and George are going to laugh themselves stupid when I turn up for the tryouts. They haven't stopped taking the mickey out of me since I got made a prefect," Ron groans.

"I wish I was going to be there," Harry says bitterly. '

" Yeah, so do - Harry, what's that on the back of your hand?" Ron asks. I look at Harry who was now hiding his hand. Even Hermione had perked up to see what was wrong.

"Nothing," Harry says. I grab his hand and pull down his sleeve to reveal the words 'I must not tell lies' etched into his skin.

"Bloody hell?!" I ask.

"I thought you said she was just giving you lines," Ron says.

"Yeah Harry," Hermione asks.

"Well they are lines, with this special quill that cuts it into you're skin. And she just sits there smirking happily," He says.

"Harry you've got to report this," Hermione says, "its perfect simple."

"No its not," Harry groans.

"Then help us understand," I say. He groans and stomps off leaving the three of us alone. The worst part was the feeling of something bad right around the corner. I mean Umbridge can't do this? There are rules and- why would someone do that to a person. Stupid toad. "Keep me updated on him and you're quidditch tryouts," I tell Ron and Hermione.

"Okay," Ron nods.

"Night," I tell them as I rush off to the Slytherin common room. Once I reach my room I grab all the materials for the Order and spread them out on the bed. Drafting out a letter to report this to someone... Sirius, Remus, Molly? No no no not Molly she'll make to big of a deal... Moody maybe? Or Bill? I could walk down stairs and get Snape. Before I could get anywhere the soft feeling of sleep drifts over me.

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Yo yo you didn't know how to end that. But bam quidditch stuff my dudes.