The next couple meeting followed the same outline. Harry and I would teach a spell, demonstrate it, and then walk around and advise the others. It was a good system that had in a matter of weeks had tremendous effect on the skills of the members. And while Harry and I were teaching. Hermione came up with a way to keep all of us in touch. A fake galleon. One was given to each member. 

"You see the numerals around the edge of the coins?" Hermione says, holding one up at the end of the fourth meeting. "On real Galleons that's just a serial number referring to the goblin who cast the coin. On these fake coins, though, the numbers will change to reflect the time and date of the next meeting. The coins will grow hot when the date changes, so if you're carrying them in a pocket you'll be able to feel them. We take one each, and when Harry or Y/n sets the date of the next meeting they'll change the numbers on their coins, and because I've put a Protean Charm on them, they'll all change to mimic theirs." No one said anything. "Well—I thought it was a good idea, I mean, even if Umbridge asked us to turn out our pockets, there's nothing fishy about carrying a Galleon, is there? But... well, if you don't want to use them..."

"No Hermione its a great idea," I tell her as I flip my coin. It landing in my palm before I pocket it.

"You can do a Protean Charm?" Terry Boot asks.

"Yes," Hermione says.

"But that's... that's N.E.W.T. standard, that is," he says weakly.

"Oh," Hermione says trying to look modest. "Oh... well... yes, I suppose it is..."

"How come you're not in Ravenclaw?" he demands, staring at Hermione with something close to wonder. "With brains like yours?"

"Well, the Sorting Hat did seriously consider putting me in Ravenclaw during my Sorting," Hermione says brightly, "but it decided on Gryffindor in the end. So does that mean we're using the Galleons?"

"Same except mine chose Slytherin," I say.

"You know what these remind me of?" Harry says.

"No, what's that?" Hermione asks.

"The Death Eaters' scars. Voldemort touches one of them, and all their scars burn, and they know they've got to join him," Harry says. I look down at the comment. What slytherin children do you think were roped into the death eaters because of their parents. Or a threat to their lives or loved ones.

"Well... yes," Hermione says, "That is where I got the idea... but you'll notice I decided to engrave the date on bits of metal rather than on our members' skin..."

"Yeah... I prefer your way," Harry says, "I suppose the only danger with these is that we might accidentally spend them."

"Fat chance," Ron says who was examining his own fake Galleon with a slightly mournful air. "I haven't got any real Galleons to confuse it with."

"I have a question," I say to Harry and Hermione, "or well perhaps more of a crituqe and suggestion."

"Okay," Hermione says.

"Why am I the only slytherin here?" I ask them slightly harshly. Getting extremely tired of prejudices against my house.

"Because what slytherin would want to help us-"

"I'm here. Listen I understand that you guys don't much care for my house. But I have kids who want to fight back there with me. Kids who want to fight against their parents ignorance," I say, "and I can't sit here and not give the ones I know the opportunity to help us. Simply because you guys have something against Slytherins." 

"How many?" Hermione asks, "how many do you think would help?"

"I have 6 I can think of that would help and be able to keep quiet," I tell them, "a couple in our year. Some older, some younger."

"Names?" She asks.

"Allenia Cullen 4th year, Sam Taslen 7th year, Carrie Croslin 3rd year, David Croslin 6th year, Peter Michelle 5th year,   Emmaline Taylor 2nd year," I tell her as she scribbles them down, "all of them are smart, talented, and against the stereotypical 'slytherin ideals'"

"Can they be here by the next meeting?" Harry asks.

"Of course," I tell them. Him and Hermione share a look and hand me 6 more galleons.

"We need all the help we can get," Harry says finally. I smile and pocket the galleons before waving to them.

"I'll be on my way. But the next meeting you'll see a wave of green," I say to them. They smile and nod before I slip out of the room and walk down to my common room. Catching Draco sitting on the couch waiting for me again.

"Neville needed tutoring again?" Draco asks as I sit beside him. I had told him I was tutoring Neville so when I disappeared he wasn't as nervous or worried. 

"Yeah but I have a good feeling about it," I say excitedly, "he's doing so well."

"Thats good," Draco says, "but it cuts into our time." I roll my eyes.

"Oh really?" I ask as I press my forehead to his, "should we make up for that?"

"I mean," He says, "I wouldn't complain." I chuckle before pressing my lips to his. Passionately and sweetly moving in sync with him as he rests his hands on my waist. I break the kiss as I watch a handful of third year girls quickly rush into the common room. "Isn't it Hufflepuffs night?"

"It is," I sigh as I look to the girls, "get into your dorms girls." I catch Carrie Croslin amongst them and quickly get up to meet her. I lean in to her ear as I slip two galleons into her pocket. "DA your's and your brothers coins," I whisper in her ear, "the dates on the serial number." I pull back and she nods. I return to the couch and sit beside Draco.

"What was that?" He asks.

"I was threatening to tell her brother she's been sneaking around," I lie, "she won't be sneaking out anytime soon."

"Good," He chuckles, "its gives us the common room alone."

"Good."

******

  As the first quidditch match drew closer and closer everyone was growing more and more tense. It was Slytherin versus Gryffindor. Aka the most fierce and harsh match of the whole season. And Graham was working us to the bone in practices. The DA going on hiatus as both my and the Gryffindor team missing. 

"Y/n I will cut you from the team if you miss another buldger!" Graham screams as I dive the wrong way. "Get your head in the game!"

"Sorry," I say as I hit the one away from Draco quickly. But seconds later it rushed back to me almost knocking me off my broom. "Goyle if you hit me again I will shove the buldger down your throat!"

"Y/n!" Graham screams at me.

"No! His position isn't to hit me its to hit the other team! But this meat head can't understand the rules!" I scream at Graham, "either teach him or get him off the broom!" Graham scoffs before looking to Goyle.

"Next bad hit were benching you," Graham says then looks to me. "Happy?"

"Fucking ecstatic," I say sarcastically.

"Alright run the play again!" Graham instructs. Again we run through it and again he smacks the buldger to me this time causing to me slip off hanging upside down on my broom.

"Goyle!" Draco yells, "you fat oaf what the hell?!" I fix my position on the broom flipping right side up. My face red and hot from anger. "Graham get him off the field!"

"Goyle out! Crabbe get up here!" Graham orders. 

"Merlin's sake," I hiss. We move again and again until we all were almost dead we were so tired. Practice goes like this again and again until the day was finally here. And my nerves were high. It was weird versus my friends but I knew I had to keep my head clear.

"Come on guys uniforms on," Graham says once we all get inside the locker room. I grab my uniform and quickly pull it all on behind Draco. Seeing as it was 6 guys versus one girl and Draco would get pissed if anyone even dared to look at his girlfriend changing. Once we both finished I place a quick kiss on his lips before pulling him into a hug.

"Don't screw up," I say to him.

"Same to you Cultven," He says playfully.

"Come on!" Graham yells at us. I roll my eyes before grabbing my broom and walking out with them. We get outside and take our positions as Graham meets Angelina and Hooch.

"Captains shake hands," Madam Hooch orders as Angelina and Montague reached each other. "Mount your brooms..." She blows her whistle and the balls were released causing us all to fly upward.

"And it's Johnson, Johnson with the Quaffle, what a player that girl is, I've been saying it for years but she still won't go out with me—"

"JORDAN!" Professor McGonagall yells. I fly smack the buldger at Angelina's back. 

"Just a fun fact, Professor, adds a bit of interest—and she's ducked Warrington, she's passed Montague, she's—ouch—been hit from behind by a Bludger from Y/n... Montague catches the Quaffle, Montague heading back up the pitch and—nice Bludger there from George Weasley, that's a Bludger to the head for Montague, he drops the Quaffle, caught by Katie Bell, Katie Bell of Gryffindor reverse passes to Alicia Spinnet and Spinnet's away—"

"Hey Crabbe stop being useless!" I scream as I fly past him trying to smack the buldger towards Alicia.  Missing her and hitting Fred.

"—dodges Warrington, avoids a Bludger—close call, Alicia- oh but nasty hit to Fred from Y/n—and the crowd are loving this, just listen to them, what's that they're singing?"

"Weasley cannot save a thing, He cannot block a single ring, That's why Slytherins all sing: Weasley is our King. Weasley was born in a bin, He always lets the Quaffle in, Weasley will make sure we win, Weasley is our King." I roll my eyes as I keep smacking the bludger between Fred, George, and I. All of us trying to hit the other team but equally stopping each other. 

"—and Alicia passes back to Angelina!" Lee shouted, and as Harry swerved, his insides boiling at what he had just heard, he knew Lee was trying to drown out the sound of the singing. "Come on now, Angelina—looks like she's got just the Keeper to beat!—SHE SHOOTS—SHE—aaaah... Bletchley, the Slytherin Keeper, had saved the goal; he threw the Quaffle to Warrington who speeds off with it." I catch Fred attempting to hit Warrington and hit it back towards Katie.

"Not a chance," I say.

"Y/n hits a bludger to Katie—and it's Warrington with the Quaffle, Warrington heading for goal, he's out of Bludger range with just the Keeper ahead—so it's the first test for new Gryffindor Keeper, Weasley, brother of Beaters, Fred and George, and a promising new talent on the team—come on, Ron!" Warrington tosses the Quaffle into the center ring. "Slytherin score! So that's ten-nil to Slytherin—bad luck, Ron...—and Gryffindor back in possession and it's Katie Bell tanking up the pitch—" cried Lee valiantly, though the singing was now so deafening that he could hardly make himself heard above it. Again and again I single handily run the Slytherin beaters due to Crabbe's uselessness. 

"Useless men!" I scream diving for the buldger infront of him. 

"—and it's Warrington again," bellows Lee, "who passes to Pucey, Pucey's off past Spinnet, come on now Angelina, you can take him—turns out you can't—but nice Bludger from Fred Weasley, I mean, George Weasley, oh who cares, one of them anyway, and Warrington drops the Quaffle and Katie Bell—er—drops it too—so that's Montague with the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Montague takes the Quaffle, and he's off up the pitch, come on now Gryffindor, block him!" I stay back as Montague scores again. I hear the Slytherin crowd still singing the 'Weasley is Our King' song.

"Don't get cocky!" I scream to my teammates, "they can still catch up." I watch as Katie gets the ball. And with every ounce of energy I have I keep hitting the buldger back to hit her. Wanting to finally beat Gryffindor. She ducks the buldger while Fred and George block and swat them towards me.

"—and Katie Bell of Gryffindor dodges Pucey, ducks Montague, nice swerve, Katie, and she throws to Johnson, Angelina Johnson takes the Quaffle, she's past Warrington, she's heading for goal, come on now Angelina—GRYFFINDOR SCORE! It's forty-ten, forty-ten to Slytherin and Pucey has the Quaffle..." I look to Harry to see him circling around slightly doing the same as Draco and searching for the snitch. I use the chance to smack a bludger to him to distract him from looking for it. I see it hit him and knock him back a bit before someone hits it towards Adrian.  "—Pucey throws to Warrington, Warrington to Montague, Montague back to Pucey—Johnson intervenes, Johnson takes the Quaffle, Johnson to Bell, this looks good—I mean bad—Bell's hit by a Bludger from Goyle of Slytherin and it's Pucey in possession again..."

"Harry's caught the snitch! Gryffindor Wins!" Lee shouts. I stop flying and look to see Harry holding the snitch up proudly.

"Fantastic," I huff as I land. I walk towards Hooch as the others move towards the locker rooms. "Madam Hooch can you please run the plays by me?" I ask her, "I want to know what we actually should work on rather than Graham pinning it on me."

"Of course," She says, "the other beaters flying should be worked on a bit. And the actual team work in scoring could be better. Everyone is trying to be a hero. But nice work out there Miss Cultven."

"Thank you Madam Hooch," I say. 

"I hope I get to see you out there as a captain," Hooch says.

"One can dream," I say. As I start to walk off I hear shouting.

"Or perhaps," said Malfoy, leering as he backed away, "you can remember what your mother's house stank like, Potter, and Weasley's pigsty reminds you of it—" I hear Draco sneer before seeing George and Harry running towards Draco and knocking him down.

"Merlin's sake," I hiss running towards them.

"Harry! HARRY! GEORGE! NO!" I hear someone scream. As I reach them I could hear George swearing and Draco yelling.

"Boys knock it off! Now! Stop it!" I scream, "stop it!" I attempt to pull George back to no avail.

"IMPEDIMENTA!"  Hooch yells, "What do you think you're doing? I've never seen behavior like it—back up to the castle, both of you, and straight to your Head of House's office! Go! Now!" I look to see Draco on the ground with a bloody nose. George had a busted lip and Harry was bruised. They both stomp off and once I see all the teacher leave the field leaving just us stupids I see Draco finally get up. He walks towards me and I back away from him.

"Does that look like keeping the peace to you?!" I scream at him claiming the attention of every person still on the field.

"Y/n-"

"Oh don't play dumb I heard you insulting the Weasley's and Harry's mother," I hiss, "I ask you to do one thing and you can't?! These people are my family. I bit my tongue around yours. I respected your parents even though all they've done is talk down to me and treat me like shit. Yet you can even be polite around mine for five damn seconds!"

"They are beneath us," He says.

"No Draco you're just an ignorant fool," I hiss.

"They are dirty blood traitors," He says.

"And so am I!" I scream at him, "you know what I'm tired of having this fight. I'll see you around Draco."