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A week later, Slytherin had their first match against Gryffindor.

From what I’ve heard, Gryffindor and Slytherin have always been enemies, like Elliot and Lipolo at my old school. I was in Elliot, the smartest house; green. Coincidental, yes?

Well, as I took up position as Keeper, I saw him.

Potter. Harry Potter, the Gryffindor Seeker.

Draco and he shared a long, intense glare.

My lying senses immediately went off, something was wrong between them. There was something- unusual going on in that glare. Nobody but me would have noticed that. I frowned, they separated, taking their positions on the field. My eyes remained trained on Harry, trying to read his face. He caught my eyes and smiled.

What happened to enemies?

I smiled back none the less, he was a fantastic specimen of a man, his innocent green eyes, shaggy hair, sculpted muscles and tantalising smile. I must say, I was a little taken.

The whistle blew and the game started.

            Later on, after the game had finished and the Slytherins headed back to the common room to celebrate their victory, I ran straight into Harry after coming after out of the showers.

“Hey, you’re the new Slytherin Keeper, aren’t you?” he gave me the once over, looking me up and down. He smirked.

“Yeah, you’re the Seeker for Gyffindor. Draco whipped your ass today, didn’t he?” I said smoothly.

Harry laughed, “so, Malfoys already taught you to hate me, hasn’t he?”

“Perhaps,” I fought to control my urges, he was so innocent. Tempting.

“I’m Harry, anyway, but you probably already know that,” he held out his hand for me to shake.

“Well, I’m Quince, but call me Q.” I shook his hand, it was warm, callused, and slightly sweaty. I’m making St. Potter nervous.

“I suppose that you instantly hate me, don't you?”

“Not necessarily, I like your style, Harry, or do you prefer Potter?”

“Harry, I like Harry.”

He stared at me for a long while, “its dangerous to wear an eyebrow piercing while playing sport.”

I laughed, “I know, Harry. I just really don't care,”

“I had one of those once, but I took it out, everyone kept looking at my scar and so they noticed the piercing. So that was kind of a fail. Teachers went psycho at me”

“I suppose they would have. But I don't think it would suit you, personally, I think you’re more of an earring guy.”

“Maybe, I like the way you play Quidditch, my mate Ron was pretty threatened by you.”

“Oh, the red-head kid, yeah?”

“Yeah, Ron. He’s our star Keeper. He wants to play for the Chudley Cannons when he’s older.”

I heard someone shout my name and looked over my shoulder, Draco stood watching us. He was pissed. I could see the look on his face. Jealousy? Wow. Dray was jealous of me and Harry, and all we were doing was talking!

“‘Sup, Dray?” I called as he stalked closer.

“Consorting with the enemy, Potter?” he demanded.

“Always nice to see you too, Malfoy,” he snorted, “jealous much? Am I stealing your new boy-toy?”

“Shut it, Potter. Go run back to your little mudblood girlfriend.”

“Harry!” it was like it was all planned, the doe-eyed bookworm appeared out of nowhere, holding her wand out, ready to blow either Dray or myself through the wall.

Nice. I like her style too.

“Here she is! The little mudblood,” Dray snorted, “she coming to rescue you, Potter?”

“Rack off, Malfoy,” she hissed, “hi, I’m Hermione,” she holds out her hand for me.

“I’m Q,” I say, looking her over; pretty, beautiful eyes, crazy hair, pretty skin. Overall a natural beauty. I shook her hand, small, delicate and quite soft, “nice to meet you, Hermione.”

“Urm, Q, you just shook hands with a mudblood,” Draco sniffed.

Almost instantly she had rounded on him, wand at his throat.

“What was that, Malfoy?” she hissed.

Mudblood,” he breathed, smirking at her.

Her eyes narrowed and then Harry did something odd, he stepped between Dray and Hermione.

“Look, ‘Mione, as much as I’d love to see you blow his brains across the wall, I don't want you to get detention.”

Liar, liar pants on fire.

“What makes you think he has brains, Harry.” She snorts, then turns, “are you coming back? Rons trying to drown his sorrows in butterbeer. I don't want to be around such horrid company. Not including you, Q, of course” she smiles warmly at me, “but this place is starting to reek of loser.”

Then off she walks down the corridor.

“Run, slut! Run!” Draco yells after her, she had only taken a few steps, in a snap she turned around and punched him in the face.

“Bring back memories, Malfoy?” she hissed, “come on, Harry.”

“Geez, Hermione, calm down,” he and Dray shared a long look before he caught up with Hermione and they disappeared out of sight.

I hurried over to Draco, his nose was bleeding and broken, “fuck! That girl can pack a punch.”

“Yeah, no shit. That is the second time that mudbloods’ got one up on me.”

I laughed, pulling out my wand and tapping his nose, with a crack it snapped back into place.

“The second?”

“Yeah, she nailed me in third year.”


“Yeah,” he ran his finger up his nose, satisfied, he looked over at me, “how did you know how to do that?”

“You cant fix a broken nose?” I laughed.

“Yes, but you did it so well, mine aren’t. Usually.”

“I got in a fair share of fights at school.”

He laughed, then glared at me, “what was that between you and Potter?”

I shrugged, “he’s nice. He’s hot.”

Draco choked.

“He’s what?!”

“I said, he’s hot.”

“And that means?”

“He’s hot.”

“Look, I don't care if you’re gay or not, but stay away from Potter.” Draco said quickly, sharply.


“As far as I know, he’s taken.”

I raised my eyebrow as we headed down the corridor, “by whom exactly?”

“Just- some random.” He was trying to sound light, but I caught the snag in his voice.

Suddenly it all made sense.

The long, intense stares.

The jealousy.

“Oh dear God, you’re shagging Harry!” I cried.

He stopped dead, “I – um, what?”

“You and Harry are fucking, having sex, in a relationship, shagging, lovers. Do you need any more?”

He slammed a hand over my mouth and shoved me up against the wall.

“Look, Q, you say one word about this to anyone and the next time your parents Owl, they’ll get a response somewhere along the lines of; ‘Quince? I’m afraid we have no record of him here,’” I raised my eyebrows, “oh yeah, I can make that happen.”

I reached up and pulled his hand away.

“So, Draco, how long has this been going on?”

He let out a low growl, “its nothing. We’re just friends.”

“Friends who fuck.”

“Well, yes.”

I laughed, “so you’re not exactly together? That means he’s free game.”

“Excuse me?!”

“Read the rules, Dray, unless there’s a relationship, both of you are free game.”

I saw him reach for his wand, “stay away from Harry or I swear-”

“Like you said, you’re just friends. You have no say, Draco. I suppose I should wish you luck, we’ll see who gets their man.”

“Don’t you even go there, Q, he belongs to me.”

I scoffed, “we’ll see.”


Next Chapter Sneak Peek:

“So, did you have a girl back where you were?” Harry asked

“Not exactly.”

“What, did you have many?”

I paused, staring into the potion, “its- complicated.”

He put his hand on my arm and I smirked inside, “tell me?”

“Lets just say, Harry, that I was not the type to go out with girls.”

He smirked, “so you are Malfoys new boy-toy, huh?”

“No,” that's your job.

“Well good,” he said softly, “that means you’re unattached, then?”


“Likewise,” he smirked, leaning closer.

I grinned inside when I noticed the definite change in the tone of his voice.

He was responding.

I heard a loud snap! And looked over to Draco, he had broken his quill in half, ink pouring down his hand, Professor Snape appeared, as he usually does, out of nowhere.

He flicked Draco in the back of his head with a Potions text book and snatched the ruined quill off him.

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