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That New Girl ~ Falling and Diving ~

Mr. Zabini, It would be my pleasure if you would kindly meet me in the Hog’s Head tomorrow afternoon in Hogsmeade at twelve o’clock sharp. I believe we have some important matters to discuss. Do not be late. Lucius Malfoy

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Blaise walked idly from shop to shop for about an hour before he had been asked to meet Mr. Malfoy in the Hog’s Head. He was rather nervous…he had no idea what “important matters” Lucius had in mind, but he didn’t much like the sound of it. Lucius had asked of him few things before, but Blaise knew enough to assume that whatever it was that Mr. Malfoy had in mind for him, it was probably either too dirty for the man to take care of himself, or very, very risky. But that was usually alright with him; the pay he received from the old man was normally extremely excellent. At precisely twelve, Blaise walked into the Hog’s Head, looking around for the trademark Malfoy hair; he spotted it quickly at a table in the back corner. As he made his way closer, he saw that Mr. Malfoy was looking out of the nearest window, stirring his tea instinctively, obviously waiting for him. “Mr. Malfoy,” Blaise said as he approached the table, nodding his head ever so slightly. “Ah,” said Lucius, standing up and shaking the younger man’s hand, “Blaise. Please, take a seat,” he offered as he motioned to the chair across from him. “Thank you, sir,” Blaise replied, and sat down. “Let’s get straight to business, shall we?” Blaise nodded in response. “Now as you very well may know,” Lucius began, his voice much quieter. Blaise had to strain his ears to listen, “the Dark Lord has once again risen, and is very much alive and well?” “Yes, sir, my father has informed me. Our family is extremely pleased.” “Yes, yes….Well, as you may also know, the Dark Lord doesn’t want to waste any more time with the Potter boy. He has informed me personally that he wants everyone to know that he is back and perfectly capable of everything he was capable of sixteen years ago. Now, I thought, what better way to accomplish such an important task than by attacking one of Potter’s lovely friends?” “Granger and Weasley? That sounds like an excellent plan, sir,” Blaise agreed. “It is an excellent plan, Mr. Zabini, I’m glad you agree. But as you probably are aware, the task would be much too dangerous for myself to accomplish, my being the most important of the Dark Lord’s assistants. Yes, yes, it is much too risky. That is why I need you, Blaise. You would have my utmost gratitude if you could, perhaps…” Lucius took out a rather large sack that Blaise realized at once probably contained hundreds of Galleons, “…take care of one of the two. Be it the Mudblood or the Weasel, I don’t much care. Do it anyway you like. Use some creativity. But it has to be soon. And make sure that the Potter boy sees.” “Of…of course sir. I’ll get right on it…” Blaise assured Lucius, as the older man slid the bag of coins closer to him. Blaise took it graciously. It was heavier than he had expected. “Good, good…” Lucius drawled. “But, er, sir? Might I ask why you did not first ask Dra-” “Draco is weak,” Lucius snapped, causing Blaise to jump slightly. “But you, my boy, are extremely reliable, as I have become aware. More so than I can say for my own son.” At that Lucius got up from the table, and Blaise, slightly caught off-guard, did the same. “I’m trusting you, Mr. Zabini.” “I understand sir. You need not worry; I’ve already got something in mind….”

* * *

There was a Quidditch game the next Saturday, a week before Christmas, between Slytherin and Hufflepuff. All of the Gryffindors had previously agreed to attend the game and root for Hufflepuff, as it was a rather important game; the winner would take the lead in the standings for the cup. And I, of course, Hermione told herself, rather annoyed, had to sleep late for the first time in four months. Excellent… As she hurried down to the common room from her dormitory after getting dressed, she realized dreadfully that she was the only one in her House, and most likely the whole damn school, who hadn’t set her alarm. She looked out the window and realized to her horror that she was very much correct…the entire pitch was full. “Damn!” she shouted, and hurried out of the portrait hole, robes billowing behind her.

* * *

Draco led the team out into the middle of the pitch, the whole of Hogwarts screaming and cheering around him. This match was going to be a piece of cake…Hufflepuff’s seeker was a second year girl. What could be easier? As they approached the center of the pitch where the Hufflepuffs was already standing, Crabbe, Goyle, and the rest of the team took their positions around Draco, and mounted their brooms. Draco waited. “Now I want a nice, FAIR game…” Madam Hooch called, shooting Draco a look. He smiled back sweetly while she proceeded to rolling her eyes, and opening the suitcase of Quidditch balls, letting the Bludgers and Snitch go free, and taking out the Quaffle. “Mount you’re brooms!” she cried. She looked around to make everyone was mounted, before blowing her whistle, signaling 14 kicks off the ground. She threw the Quaffle high in the air, and the game began.

* * *

Hermione walked as fast as she possibly could, robes flowing like crazy behind her. It was a very strange feeling, she noticed, being pretty much the only one in the entire school. Everything was extremely quiet; nothing moving or making a sound besides the clip clip clip of her own two feet. The sound of the shoes was echoing everywhere. She was about halfway down , when she passed McGonnagal’s classroom that had an excellent view of the pitch, about four floors up. She decided to check out whether the game had started or not, hoping it was the latter. She walked over to the large glass window and pressed her forehead and hands against the grass, looking down. Yes, the game had started. “Urg!” she burst out, spinning around and walking back towards the door. She was about two inches away from it when it slammed shut in her face, making a sound that was sure to echo throughout the entire school. She shrieked.

* * *

“DRACO!” Goyle shouted, and Draco moved just in time before a bludger zoomed past where he had been floating. Goyle flew over to it and hit it in the direction of a third year Hufflepuff, who wasn’t looking. It hit her in the arm and she fell off her broom. “Yesssss!” Goyle hissed, slapping Draco’s hand and he flew past him. Draco smirked. He looked over at the other Seeker to make sure she hadn’t seen the Snitch yet, and she hadn’t, so he figured it a perfect opportunity to scare her. He flew over to her and began flying small, fast circles around her. She tried to dive away from him, but he just followed, proceeding with his fun. No sign of the snitch yet…

* * *

Hermione jumped at the slam of the door, but quickly regained her cool and tried to open it again, but it wouldn’t budge. She jiggled it around, and suddenly remembering she was a witch, grabbed her wand out of her robes, and tried a couple of spells. Nothing worked. She was stuck in McGonnagal’s classroom until the end of the game. Fabulous. She turned around, deciding she would watch the game from the window, but it looked like she wouldn’t be able to do that either, because there was someone standing in front of the window already. It was that nasty Slytherin boy, Blaise Zabini. “Hello, Hermione."

* * *

Draco got bored bothering the Hufflepuff rather quickly, so he decided to just watch for the Snitch from high up. He zoomed upwards, noticing that the other Seeker did not follow, but stayed much closer to the ground, staying as far away from him as possible. He looked at the scoreboard, and realized that if he caught the Snitch now, Slytherin would be in first in the Cup standings. He looked around rapidly, but still no sign. He looked at the Seeker way below, and noticed she was eying something. He looked where she was looking, and saw that she had indeed, found the Snitch. He dove before she could even realize what she was supposed to do.

* * *

“What do you want, Blaise?” Hermione asked as he walked toward her. She side stepped, trying to avoid him. “Lucius told me not to tell you. He said that incase you survived, he didn’t want you blabbing to Potter our plan. Great man, Lucius….” “Sur-survive?” Hermione asked, now moving in a counter-clockwise direction towards the window, gripping her wand tightly. “Mmhm…but, see, I don’t think he has to worry very much, because there’s no way anyone could survive a fall like that.”

* * *

Draco sped towards the Snitch, but the Hufflepuff Seeker, realizing now what it was she was supposed to do, began flying towards it as well. However, her Comet 900, although new, was no match for Draco’s Nimbus. He took his eyes off of the little golden ball for one second, to catch a glimpse of the girl, but then looking back, realized the Snitch was not there anymore. He realized this too late, however, and flew smack into the pole that it had been hovering before. “Ow!” he squealed, almost falling off his broom. He had hit his shoulder pretty hard. After a moment or two, though, he regained his wits, and steadily began to fly back up so that he could look out for the Snitch again. The Slytherin side of the pitch screamed and cheered. He made it up above everyone in one piece, and as soon as he began looking for it again. He spotted it, very close to the ground in a space where there was a break in the bleachers, with Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs on one side and Slytherins on the other. It was directly four stories below McGonnagal’s window.

* * *

Hermione’s back was now facing the window, and realizing what he meant, tried to move away from it, but he grabbed both of her arms so hard that it felt like they would snap in half. She tried to point her wand at him, but he let her go long enough to grab it from her and throw it into the far corner of the room. He shoved her closer to the glass, hands still gripping her arms. She tried to kick him and make him let go, but he just clawed into her harder. He moved his mouth towards her ear. “Have a nice fall, Granger. See you in Hell.”

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Draco dove.

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The glass shattered behind her, and Hermione fell. A/N: It’s up!!!!! Hope you enjoyed…..I haven’t started writing the ninth chapter, but that one will be good too! Sorry I haven’t posted in SUCH A LONG TIME. Midterms are over, though, and I’m going to start working on Chapter 9 right away! I, for one, think this one was my favorite so far, but I want to know what everyone else thinks, so please review!

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