"So, Draco." Draco looked up at the sound of his name, only to see Marcus Flint, the Slytherin Quidditch captain, "Are you ready for the first Quidditch match of the year?" he asked the blonde boy from his seat at the Slytherin table a few days after the Halloween incident.
Izzy had refused to talk to him all throughout that time; even taken to avoiding him in the hallways whenever he was near.
He merely nodded, not fully paying attention to what Flint had asked, because at that moment, his non talking friend had walked into the Great Hall, her arm was linked with Hermione Granger as if they had been best friends forever. Ron Weasley and Izzy's cousin were walking behind them, talking to them while they spoke back.
"Relax, Harry, I'm sure you'll do great. Just keep your head up, and watch for the Snitch." Izzy was saying as they went over to the far side of the room and sat at the Gryffindor table with everyone else from their house, not even casting a glance in Draco's direction, although she knew he was there.
Harry looked slightly nervous, "Its not the 'Catching the Snitch' that I'm worried about, Izzy. Just that, the Slytherin team all have Nimbus Two Thousand and Ones, while I'm the only one on the Gryffindor team that is equipped with even a Nimbus Two Thousand." he moaned as the golden plates started filing with porridge for breakfast.
Izzy pursed her lips as she looked at Harry, "Well, that aside, you just have to have faith in yourself, Cuz. If you did, then you wouldn't be thinking that you'll lose." she said and started eating as well, when the presence of someone caught her attention, "May we help you?" she asked the being behind Ron, Hermione glaring at the being as the boys turned around to look.
Draco Malfoy stood behind them, trying to keep his cool as he looked at Izzy, "Can I talk to you?" he asked her.
"Buzz off, Malfoy." Ron responded for the black haired girl before she could answer. Malfoy glared at him.
"I wasn't talking to you, Weasley." he growled, then looked at Izzy with a slightly pleading look, "Please?" he asked politely.
Izzy looked at the three other Gryffindors that were glaring at Draco as if he were hexing them all, before she looked at the blonde boy levelly, "I don't think this is the right time to be talking to me, Malfoy. Maybe later, like, oh, I don't know, when all the Potter family is dead?" she said with a sickeningly sweet smile on her round, tan face.
Draco was about to say something to this, when a hand on his shoulder caught his attention. Turning around, he saw Marcus Flint behind him, he was smiling in a fairly lecherous expression as he saw Izzy sitting next to Hermione.
Draco glared at him, "Can I help you, Flint?" he asked through gritted teeth.
Flint looked back at Draco, his expression calm as he looked at him coolly, "Time to go suit up, Malfoy. Say goodbye to your girlfriend, and we can go to the Quidditch field before the Gryffindors get there first." he said and Izzy scoffed at being called Draco's girlfriend.
"We're not even friends." she said in a cold fashion as she went back to her breakfast as her cousin, Ron, and Hermione all smiled evilly at his hurt expression.
Draco turned and walked back rather dejectedly with Marcus Flint laughing at his hurt emotions all the way out the doors of the Great Hall to go with the rest of the Slytherin team to the field.
"Go Harry!" Izzy cheered at her cousin beside Ron and Hermione as she watched him head after the Golden Snitch, before she grimaced when she saw Draco head in after him, following closely on his Nimbus Two Thousand and One, although the grimace was more for the benefit of the two other Gryffindors next to her, though she was still really mad at the blonde haired boy.
"I hope we win." Izzy heard Hermione plead in a whisper, clasping her hands together in front of her chest as Harry made another move for the snitch.
The black haired girl pat her friend on the back in a reassuring manner only to gasp along with the audience as a rogue Bludger went straight at Harry, narrowly missing his back and continuing forward until it almost hit Draco in the face; he ducked at the last minute.
"I wish it could've hit the bloody git!" Ron growled rather loudly over the noise of the crowd, to which Hermione nodded her agreement.
Izzy said nothing, didn't even make a motion to show that she was listening; that Bludger was far too close to her best friend's head for her liking, yes, she might be mad at him, yes, he disrespected her family name in front of her, yes, she had said he wasn't her friend earlier, but that was just to get the hurt look on Draco's face, yes, he and her cousin never really do get along, but he's still her best friend. Angry or not, she didn't want to see him get hurt, especially playing a dangerous game like Quidditch.
… Boy, if Ron could hear her thoughts..
"Draco, move you idiot!" she shouted to the Slytherin Seeker as the Bludger missed Harry once again, and went right for Draco again, why does he have to be flying so close to Harry?
She watched Draco look over at her with wide grey eyes before he turned around and rapidly flew in another direction, heading downward as the Bludger zoomed past him and ricocheted back at her cousin.
Hermione and Ron looked at her as she had just delivered a crushing blow, "What are you doing? He was about to get hit." the brown haired girl asked in an astonished voice at her.
Izzy glared at them, "Look, you may not like him, he may have said something that ticked me off, but he's still my best friend and I don't want him to get hurt." she said defiantly before she turned back around to see Draco laughing about something that she couldn't get.
That's when she noticed the Golden Snitch floating above his left ear, and Harry was heading straight for him to get it.
She gripped the edge of the bleachers as she leaned out, her long, black hair whipping forward in the wind as she watched with baited breath as Harry chased the Snitch and Draco, while the Bludger was after them, "C'mon, Harry, you can get it!" she cheered to her cousin.
Ron scoffed at her, "I thought Draco was your best friend." he said haughtily, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched them all disappear into the crevice between the bleachers and the field.
Izzy turned and glared at him, grinding her teeth together, "From now on, I'm Switzerland." she replied before her attention was drawn back to the game as they emerged once more.
Draco veered away from the others that were following him, turning his head to see how far behind they were before he noticed the Snitch that had been above his ear.
'No!' he thought as he attempted to turn around and get to it before Harry did, only to stop when Harry grabbed the Snitch.. Just as the Rogue Bludger hit him in the arm, there was a sickening crack and Harry's arm was hanging limply, his fingers still clutching the Snitch as he fell the short distance or two feet from the ground, tumbling a little bit until he stopped at the sand base of the goal posts.
"Harry!" Izzy exclaimed as she turned and ran in the exit's direction, having to fight her way through the entire Gryffindor house on the way before she finally made it to the stairs and she shot downwards with a speed that rivaled The Flash until she made it to the ground, just as everyone still up in the bleachers were starting to gather themselves and were slowly starting to follow her lead.
Izzy ran until she made it to the fallen figure of her cousin, crouching down next to him, she helped him sit up, "Harry, are you okay?" she asked urgently, noticing him holding his arm to his chest as he grimaced with pain.
He looked up at her, his glasses were askew on his pale face, but surprisingly weren't broken, "My arm." he gasped out.
Izzy looked down at it and gently touched it with the tip of her fingers, when he pulled it swiftly away from her, she knew it was broken.
By this point, the people in the bleachers had made their ways down to where the two Potters were and had formed a large crowd around them, slowly pushing Izzy away from Harry as they attempted to get closer to the Gryffindor Seeker.
It got the point that the black haired girl found herself at the very back of the crowd, where a few anxious Hufflepuff students had decided to linger instead of get closer to the injured boy.
She vaguely heard that arrogant Professor Lockhart making his way to Harry's position, but she wasn't paying attention, she had her head turned towards the Slytherin team who were on the outskirts of the Quidditch field, completely avoiding the scene.
She saw them all exchange a few looks of malice before they turned and stalked off in the direction of the school.
Draco was at the very back, and he had stopped. He turned around to look and caught her dark eyes. They held each other's gazes for a few seconds, his looked almost apologetically, before he turned around swiftly and ran off to catch up with his team.
Izzy watched him go for a few seconds before she turned around just in time to see Professor McGonagall walking Harry up to the school, his arm was flopping all over the place as if his bones had vanished; it took a second for her to realize that they had, and he had Hermione and Ron trailing behind him.
Figuring that after what happened in the bleachers, the other two Gryffindor students wouldn't want anything to do with her, she stepped out of the way, when Ron surprised her by grabbing her arm as he walked past and dragged her along with them.
She looked up at him quizzically, "Are you coming, Switz?" he asked her, going at a pace that she can keep up with.
"'Switz'?" she asked him when he let go of her arm and started walking with them at her own rate.
Ron shrugged, "You did say you were Switzerland, right?" he asked for clarification before he grinned at her and they ran to catch up with the other three people.
"What in the bloody hell happened up there, Malfoy?!" Draco grimaced at Flint as he yelled at the blonde haired boy as he paced the Slytherin common room up and down in agitation.
As soon as they made it back to the school, everyone had ignored Draco as they went to the Slytherin house. Then, no sooner had he set foot in the common room had Flint grabbed him roughly by the arm and pulled him to one of the couches, leaving the other students sniggering at him.
Draco crossed his arms over his chest, "I couldn't bloody hear it, Flint. It's not my fault it's nearly impossible to hear." he ground out through gritted teeth.
Marcus glared at him, "Your deafness lost us the game!" he exclaimed in outrage, starting to leave a long strip of dark in the stone floor as he continued to pace, "Plus, you were too close to Potter's broomstick, he could probably feel you breathing down his neck!" he yelled.
Draco dropped his hands to grip the arms of the couch, "Look, Flint," he started, "I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry the game wasn't ours!" he shouted as Flint leaned down so close that he could see the nose hairs in the elder boy's nostrils.
"Look, Malfoy. At this rate, I don't care how much money your father is paying this team, if you pull one more stunt like this, your off the team." he said threateningly before he stood up straight and stomped away from the blonde second year.
Draco huffed as he too stood up, ignoring everyone's gazes, he stalked out of the common room and out into the Dungeon's hallway, before turning and walking up the stairs, his shoulders sagging.
Perfect. Just. Bloody perfect. A perfect game of Quidditch to add onto the already wonderful day he was starting to have, what with Izzy just about confirming what he had hoped wasn't true, he screwed up big time in the first game of the season and had let Potter take the Snitch.
He came to a stop on the stairs that lead into the Great Hall, bending down, he sat on one of the top steps, his knees spread apart with his head bent down.
"Nice job, Malfoy. Really spot on." he heard the sneering voice of, no doubt, a Weasley overhead him, but he saw two sets of feet to his right. Must be the twins, he figured.
He decided to just ignore them until they decided they'd go away; when they did, he sat in silence in the large entrance room, not daring to make a sound for fear that something dangerous would pop out of the wall if he spoke; but the silence was broken by the sound of footsteps, light and barely making a sound if it weren't for the small heel. He could tell it was a girl's foot, the boy's shoes had no heels whatsoever. When the steps stopped suddenly, he felt the presence of the person, whoever they were.
He waited for a few moments to see if they'd insult him, possibly even hit him or something, when nothing came, he grew impatient, "Well? What do you want?" he demanded, only to be met with a slight laugh.
"Well, I wanted to see if you were okay." he heard the one voice that hadn't spoke to him for over a week unless you count that morning.
Looking up, he saw Isabelle standing there in her red and gold t-shirt with black jeans, and a kind, friendly smile on her face, "Izzy?" he asked in surprise when she sat down next to him.
"Hey." she smiled at him, "How are you doing?" she asked as she drew her knees up to her chest and rested her head on top of them.
Draco looked down at his shoes, "Well, considering the fact that I messed up the entire game for, not only my team, but my house, I'm not doing so hot." he sighed.
She looked at him in sympathy, "Yeah, what exactly were you doing, Draco? I mean, why didn't you notice the Snitch right above your ear?" he saw she was struggling with not laughing at him, and he appreciated how she was trying not to do it in front of him.
Looking at her, "I guess I was just enjoying Potter getting chased by that Bludger.. Oh! Sorry, Izzy!" he said suddenly when he realized how worried she must've been over her cousin almost getting hit in the head multiple times.
Izzy shook her head, "It's fine. At least one of you didn't get hit by it." she said happily, giving him a smile he had missed dearly in that past week.
Draco smiled back, before he turned serious, "Look, Izzy. I'm very sorry for what I said on Halloween, it was out of line and I didn't know what I was thinking. Please forgive me?" he asked her, leaning closer to nudge her with his shoulder.
Izzy leaned over and rested her head on his shoulder, "It's okay, Draco. I forgive you." she said.
The blonde boy smiled, before he suddenly smirked, "Did I hear you call me, Draco Malfoy, an idiot on that field?" he asked her with a teasingly threatening manner.
Izzy shot her head off of his shoulder, smiling sheepishly, "Um.. No. You must've heard Hermione or someone, that wasn't me." she wasn't looking at him, and he knew she was lying to him, that made his smirk grow wider.
He leaned closer to her and poked her in the ribs, "Don't. Call. Me. An. Idiot." he said with each poke as she laughed before she leaned over and poked him right back.
Soon, what started as a simple poking act, escalated into an all out poking war, and the two Hogwarts students found themselves running around the entrance room, chasing each other with their index fingers out and pointed threateningly at the other, each was laughing gleefully all the while.
Unbeknownst to them, two people were watching from a corner, remaining invisible to their eyes.
Ron looked at the happy smile on Malfoy's face, "I've never seen Malfoy so..human." he said in shock to Hermione, who nodded her agreement.
"Maybe he really is as different as Izzy says.." she trailed off as she watched said girl turn and swiftly poke him in the nose before she ran away from him gleefully.
Ron watched this, "Maybe Switz put a spell on him or something." he stated before he turned around and walked away, Hermione in tow behind him, leaving the two happy students to enjoy their poking war in peace.
Sorry it took so long to update guys, I've been caught up in a lot of stuff, like, I've got mid terms next week and I'm stressing out of that..
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