Chapter Four: Commentaries and Smiles

When some loud braggart tries to put me down

And says his school is great

I tell him right away

Now what's the matter buddy

Ain't you heard of my school
It's number one in the state

So be true to your school now!

Just like you would to your girl or guy

Be true to your school now!

And let your colors fly...

Be true to your school!

- Be True to Your School, Beach Boys

The Great Hall was filled with hungry students all scarfing down food before the "great Quidditch match" and before Dumbledore started talking, in which the food would disappear and bang, you'd be left hungry until the after party.

Over at the Slytherin table, Draco was thanking Amedei for the Quidditch match, describing it as the most brilliant idea he'd ever heard of, but Amedei shook her head and smiled. The Gryffindor table, however, was a bit more exciting.

"Oh Merlin, oh Merlin, Merlin, Merlin," Liz moaned before eating another bite of her curry. "Why was I chosen to be commentator! I don't know anything about Quidditch! What am I going to say? 'There's the big red thing flying through the hoop-y thing! Yay!' Wait... is that even good or bad? Should I take sides? Well, I should probably root for Gryffindor, but aren't you not allowed to take sides? Okay, I'll remain impartial. I won't take any sides. I'll be, uhh, a median. 'Oh, there's a goal thing, that's nice for that team.' Does that sound okay?"

Blink. Blink.

"Well," Ron said finally. "I think we know why you've been chosen for commentator."

"Really?" Liz asked excitedly. "Why?"

He grinned. "You never shut up."

As if on cue, five scrambled eggs fell on Ron's head.
"Who. The bloody hell. Eats eggs. For lunch?" he grumbled through gritted teeth.

Liz bit her lip to stop herself from smiling as Harry said, "You really should stop dissing people, Ron. Or have you forgotten karma?"

"Oh, shut up, Harry," he muttered, about to take a bite of his food. Just as he lifted the fork to his mouth, Dumbledore cleared his throat and the food disappeared.

"Now that you've all finished eating -" his eyes twinkled as he passed Ron's frowning face, "it is time to describe what exactly is going to be going on here. And who better to explain it than the girl who thought it up herself? Please put your hands together for -"

Draco grinned and lightly pushed Amedei out of her seat, but she refused to budge.

"- Miss Ginny Weasley!"

Draco's jaw dropped. Weasley? WEASLEY had thought of the Quidditch match and after-party? WEASLEY had known exactly what would make him feel better? WEASLEY knew more about cheering up a Malfoy than Amedei Black, one of his closest friends, did? How was that even possible?

Ginny took a deep breath and walked up to the front of the Great Hall, smoothing out her skirt and smiling.
"Hello, everyone. It's three o'clock right now, and in a few minutes, we will be going out onto the Quidditch field to play. The first game will be Hufflepuff versus Ravenclaw, anyone who wants to play. Josie Torgen from Ravenclaw will be commentating on that game." Light applause from, well, everyone in the Great Hall other than Draco. He was watching her intently, trying to figure out why/how he:

1) Felt attracted to her and

2) Felt sick

at the same time.

"The next game will be Slytherin versus Gryffindor, and my friend Liz Adler will be commentating that one," she smiled, giving Liz (who was breathing into a paper bag like a maniac) a thumbs up. "And then anyone and everyone who wants to play can go right out on the field and have fun. That will be the shortest game, actually. Keeping in mind that these games are going to be shorter than normal games because of the amount of players. It won't end when the Snitch(es) are caught, but when the whistle blows." She blew into a whistle, a loud shrill noise escaping from it. Everyone in the Great Hall put their hands on their ears and screamed, "Stop! Stop!"

Ginny blushed. "Uh, right, that's the whistle. Loud, so you can, right, moving on. You'll have a few minutes once the matches end to change and get showered up. You'll know when the after party will begin when the whistle blows," she explained, bringing the whistle to her lips. Everyone started cringing and she smiled. "Don't worry, I won't demonstrate again. Anyway... keep in mind school rules at the party and all that jazz, and have a good time!"

Dumbledore smiled and began clapping, as did the Great Hall. Draco was still in stunned silence but managed to make a sort of 'pitter patter' noise with his hands.
"Would you like to tell the Great Hall why you've done such a wonderful thing as this?"

Ginny blushed. "Uh, no thanks."

Dumbledore smiled again. "On to the Quidditch match!"

Everyone began moving outside, but Dumbledore stopped Ginny. "Remember what I said yesterday."

Ginny nodded. "Yes, proffessor," she said, running to catch up with Liz.

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"And that's the end of the Hufflepuff/Ravenclaw match! CONGRATULATIONS TO RAVENCLAW!" Josie yelled as the Ravenclaws began throwing blue and silver streamers in the air. "And now I hand the mic over to Liz Adler, good luck to Gryffindor and Slytherin!"

Liz took the amplifier as the Gryffindors and Slytherins took their places on the field. Ginny was glaring at Amedei playfully while trying to teach Colin how to hold a broomstick. Amedei glanced over at Draco to make sure he was having fun, but saw he looked a little zoned out and was staring at someone. Following his eyes, she found that something had red hair and was named Ginevra Weasley. Amedei let herself smirk as Madam Hooch let out the balls and people began flying around the field.

Draco seemed to be in his Quidditch-mode, trying to track down the Snitch before Potter. Where was Potter, anyway? Looking around, he smirked; he was hovering, staring at Liz in the commentator's seat. Harry's eyes traveled to Ginny, however, and stayed there; Draco felt a pang of jealousy in his heart.

"Uh, okay, the flying things are out, and people are going crazy - watch out, Angelina! Ooh, good save there - I think? That is good, right? Woah, look at Ginny go, GO GIRL! I'm not sure who she's showing off for but I think I have an idea..."

"Shut up, Liz!" Ginny yelled, dodging a bludger.

"Ok, ok, geeze. Woah, someone's down! Is that - Samantha Lorel from Gryffindor? - Oh, sorry, Kelli Taylor from Slytherin? Oh, REALLY sorry, Proffessor Snape, trying to get to the other side of the field..."

Draco found himself laughing as Snape grimaced.

"Ooh! Flying gold thing! The sn - sn - snnnnooo... no, wait, I know this..." The stands began yelling "SNITCH! SNITCH!" at the top of their lungs, but with Liz's headphones on, she couldn't hear a thing.

"Sniper? No, ack, that's not the word. Sni - SNITCH! RIGHT! That's the snitch! Ooh, Malfoy from Slytherin seems to have found it, but... Ginny, what are you doing? You're not a ... snitch-taker! Why are you following it? ... Oh, my god," she muttered as nearly everyone on the field began flying after the snitch.

"Um, ok, after the snitch we got... Malfoy, Weaslette, Taylor, Weasley, Black, Goyle - will you stop moving so I can see who you are! Um, I think that's Colin... or is it Mariah? ..Oh, forget it, there are too many people! Figure it out for yourself!"

Proffessor Mcgonnagal tapped Liz on the head to remind her there were three minutes left. "Oh, thank Merlin, three minutes left! Which means then we can par-tay!"

Ginny didn't know why, but she felt an overwhelming urge to beat everyone and grab the snitch. She was so close she could hear its tiny wings fluttering at the speed of light, but not close enough to grab it...

Soon, however, Draco was next to her on his broom, reaching out to catch the snitch as well.

I can't let Malfoy beat me! Ginny thought to herself, pulling a Harry and trying to stand on the broom. Obviously, she was not the Quidditch prodigy Harry was and began falling, falling, falling...

"Holy shit! - Sorry! - Ginny's off her broom! Somebody catch her! SOMEBODY!"

As Ginny prepared for the impact of the hard ground, she found herself flying back up. She opened her eyes to see what was going on, and found herself sitting behind Draco on his broom. What the hell?

"Hold on, Weasley," he said to her, "You're in for a ride."

They were in close pursuit of the golden snitch, with Amedei suddenly close after. But once Amedei saw Ginny's expression; confusion with a pinch of excitement and some worry, she held back, letting Draco catch the snitch.

He brought Ginny down and let her off, looking at her quickly before being swallowed up in the Slytherins.

Liz, Ron, Harry, and Hermione ran towards her. "Are you okay?" Ron asked, touching her head, ears, shoulders, wrists...

"Fine," she said, watching the sliver of blond hair disappear into the crowd.

"So, was that fun? How did I do?" asked Liz with a smile.

Harry grinned cheekily. "Can I switch lives with you and you can live with the Dursleys?"

"Fin - hey!"

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"OKAY," Liz gasped, throwing her trunk open and tossing clothes over her shoulder. "I had a pink skirt in here, and a white top, and now I can't -"

She trailed off as Ginny handed her said pink skirt and white top.

"Oh. Thanks." She stepped behind the curtain and called, "So, what are you wearing?"
Ginny smirked. "Gryffindor pride. Red tank top, black skirt, orange and red scarf."

"A scarf?"

"Yeah. I dunno, I wanted to be original," she said, pulling her hair out of her ponytail and shaking it out. It was just up to her shoulders, and after being in a small ponytail all day, it curled. She was about to put a straightening spell on it when Liz came out and gasped.
"Gin, your hair looks so cute!" she giggled, grabbing her pink heels. "So. Cute. Who are you showing off for, Ginny?" she smiled cheekily.

Ginny sighed and looked at her reflection. Who am I showing off for? she asked herself before answering her own question.

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"She looked nice, in a weird kind of sporty way, with her hair up and everything. But not as nice as any of the other girls I've dated. So it's not looks, then," Draco was saying to himself as he tried to find a shirt to wear. "It's not as if she's overly smart, I mean I'm smarter than her, so it's not brains, either."

Amedei pushed her ear to the door, hearing Draco talking to himself, and smirked.

Blaise walked by and stopped short after seeing Amedei leaning against the door in a short green skirt and a silver tank top that rose a bit above her stomach. "What are you -"

"SHH!" she whispered, waving her hand to make him stop talking. "Draco's in love!"

"With who?" he whispered back, leaning close to her so he could put his ear on the door also.
"I think it's..." She was cut off, however, by Draco opening the door and raising an eyebrow. She looked at Blaise, then at Draco, and Blaise did the one thing he could even think of doing.

He kissed her.

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"And he kissed me."

Liz and Ginny blinked. "Blaise kissed you!" Ginny asked, shocked.
"Yes! And Draco was like, 'WTF?' and Blaise put on this act that we were dating and we were sorry about snogging on his doorstep, and that we wouldn't do it again. Then he kissed me on the cheek and walked away."

Liz laughed. "Nice save, Blaise Zabini."

"Why were you at his door though?" Ginny asked. "With your ear against it...?"

Amedei's eyes opened wide. "Uhh, no reason, oh look, here we are! I'm gonna go say hi to some...people...right...bye!"

Liz shook her head. "She's definitely hiding something."

"When isn't she hiding something?"

The girls laughed and entered the Great Hall.

"Hi, Liz, Gin," Harry smiled as the music started. "Uhh, Liz, dyouwntodncewme?"

Liz grinned; surprisingly, she understood that. "Sure, Harry." She linked arms with his and they stepped onto the dance floor. Although Ginny felt slightly jealous that Liz already had someone to call her own, she shook it from her mind and looked around for Amedei. Eventually, she saw her on the dance floor with Blaise.

Okay, so what I'm the only girl without a suitor, she thought to herself, going to get a drink. I'll live, right?

Just as she was about to pour herself some punch, someone put a cup into her hand and poured it for her. She looked up and saw... "Malfoy?"


She scratched the back of her head and attempted a smile. "Uh, thanks for the drink," she said after a long pause, and began to walk away.


She turned around and he walked next to her.
"So. What's up?"

Ginny rose an eyebrow, looking at Draco intently. What the...? "Uh, nothing. ...Yourself?"


Another long, embarrassing pause. The song changed to a faster, more upbeat one, and Amedei found herself at Ginny's side.

"Hey, Gin, let's da - oh, hey, Dray."

Draco nodded towards Amedei and looked at the floor.

"Well, I'm going to go dance with Ame..." Gin said slowly. "Uh... see ya?"

Draco nodded. "Yeah. Bye."

Ginny felt herself being dragged out onto the dance floor and they began dancing wildly.
"So, what was that all about?" Amedei asked loudly to be heard over the music.

Ginny shrugged. "I have no idea. He gave me a drink and started talking to me out of nowhere!"

Amedei smiled. "Oh."

For some reason, Draco felt captivated to watch Ginny on the dance floor with Amedei. He knew it was wrong, and that he of all people shouldn't enjoy watching a Weasley, but for some reason, he did. It could have been the fact that her hair curled in just the way to suit her face, or it could have been the way she danced shyly, looking around to make sure no one was looking at her. But secretly, Draco knew why he was captivated.

Because she knew what would make him happy. She showed him happiness when his life was in the dark.

Ginny continued dancing with Amedei, and as the song came to its climax, the two started spinning and laughing. As Ginny spun, she managed to catch Draco's glance, stopping her short. For once, he smiled first, sending tingles through her body. She smiled back shyly and as spun back around, she thought that maybe, all-in-all, all the trouble to get the Quidditch game and the after party perfect was worth it.

Besides, she did show Draco happiness. And maybe one day, the favor would be returned to her.



Author's Note: The 'Or not' is there because... duh duh DUUUUUHHH, I'm working on the sequel. review, please!