OPHELIA MADE COLIN TELL HER every detail about his date, which he admitted went really well. He had taken Abigail to the Three Broomsticks, and to Honeydukes. 

"Did you kiss her?" Ophelia asked curiously, during Charms class, when they were learning the summoning charm. (Accio.) She didn't know why she asked, but she wanted to know.

Colin's face instantly turned beet red, and he spluttered. "NO!" he exclaimed, pushing her arm and shoving her to the right, making her almost topple over her chair. "Ugh! Why,  would you even think that?"

Ophelia shrugged. "I was just curious," she defended. 

"I wouldn't kiss her on the first date!" he whispered, looking at her strangely.

Ophelia's cheeks pinked, and she cleared her throat. Mariana's charm backfired just then, and Professor Flitwick was busy reprimanding her to pay attention.

But Ophelia noticed that she wasn't paying attention. Her eyes were fixated on Colin and Ophelia, a hurt expression playing on her lips.

And Ophelia knew that she had done it intentionally, judging by the smug look on her face.

She narrowed her eyes at Mariana, scowling.

Ophelia and Colin entered the transfiguration classroom together, and were about to take their seats, when Ophelia's eyes widened, and she gripped Colin's arm, stopping him.

"What?" Colin whispered.

Ophelia pointed at the desk. "Look," she whispered back. The class was empty, no students had arrived yet, and there was a cat on Professor McGonagall's desk.

"Oh my!" Colin muttered, before trying to grab Ophelia's arm to stop her, but it was too late.

She had already made her way to the cat.

Petting its head gently, a small smile crossed her lips. "Aww, it's so soft," she smiled widely, her fingers running down its back. "And it's so cute."

"Ophelia, Professor McGonagall may walk in any minute!" hissed Colin under his breath. "Maybe that's her cat."

But Ophelia didn't listen. "Yes, but I'm only petting it," she assured him. "I'm sure Professor McGonagall wouldn't mind."

The cat wasn't leaning into her touch like Princess Cleopatra did. On the contrary, it was staring straight at her with a stern look.

"Ophelia, I don't think that cat likes being petted..." Colin warned.

"Nonsense, it just hasn't been exposed to my charm properly, yet," she shrugged nonchalantly.

Then, Ophelia placed her hands underneath the cat's belly, and picked it up, placing it in her lap, as she sat on her desk.

The cat mewled loudly, squirming to get out of Ophelia's grip, which only caused her to hold on to it further.

"Ophelia!" Colin warned. "You'll get into trouble."

She shook her head. "I won't."

"Suit yourself, don't come running to me when you get scolded," Colin shrugged, taking out his transfiguration book from beside Ophelia.

The cat was still trying to wriggle out from Ophelia's tight hold, and Ophelia' who had gotten quite fed up, was still trying to tame it.

Until the cat scratched her, and Ophelia instantly let go of the cat, pulling her hand away. "OUCH! It scratched me!"

"I told you so," Colin chided, leaning over to look at the mark left on her wrist.

Red and raw, a thin scratch, bleeding slightly.

Ophelia's eyes landed on the cat, and she scowled, folding her arms. "Scratching is not nice!" she reprimanded the animal.

But before Ophelia could open her mouth to speak, the cat was gone, and Professor McGonagall was left in it's place.

The look of shock on Ophelia's face was unimaginable.

She choked on the air intake, falling off her chair suddenly, horror filling her as her cheeks flushed deeply.

Colin couldn't help it. A loud chuckle burst forth from his lips, and the next thing Ophelia knew, he was laughing uncontrollably.

Ophelia's face was red, and hot, her grey eyes widened with horror as she stared hard at the floor, at a complete loss for words.

"Miss Malfoy, apologies for scratching you, but I do not like to be petted as a cat," she said sternly.

Ophelia's eyes only widened further, and she sank deeper into her seat. 

Colin was now laughing hard enough that tears were pouring down his cheeks. "You—Professor McGonagall— cat," he rasped, before bursting into another fit of laughter, his whole face red from the lack of air.

Professor McGonagall concealed a smile, as she waved her wand to heal the scratch on Ophelia's wrist. 

"I'm an animagus," Professor McGonagall continued. "And it has proved to be quite useful on many occasions."

Ophelia was staring at the floor in horror still.

When the rest of the class began filling in the empty seats, is when Ophelia came back to her senses.

"I carried Professor McGonagall," she whispered to Colin.

He snorted. "Gods, you should have seen your face. I haven't laughed like this in a long time."

"Colin, it's not funny," Ophelia whined. 

Colin slung an arm around her shoulders. "It really is. Think about it."

Ophelia shook her head and said nothing, but a small smile curved across her lips.

Professor McGonagall then continued to talk about human to animal transfigurations, and when she transformed into her animagus form again, Colin nudged Ophelia, who turned pink.

"I'm going to tease you about it forever," Colin sung, as they sat in the common room that evening, with Princess Cleopatra curled up in Ophelia's lap.

"Colin, please, could you just let that go?" Ophelia mumbled, burying her face into her cat's fur.

"You know I'll never do that," Colin smirked, tapping her nose. "It's more blackmail material for me," he said arrogantly, before holding up something she could see.

Her expression twisted into that of horror.

"COLIN!" she shrieked, before tackling him to the floor, causing Cleo to mewl loudly and wail as she fell to the floor.

"Ow, ow, ow!" Colin laughed, as Ophelia hit him repeatedly with one of the cushions from the sofa.

"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you," she chanted, climbing over him as he laughed on the floor, slamming the cushion down on his face, with him trying to defend himself with his arms. 

He could sit up and throw her off, he was much stronger than she was. But something inside him enjoyed watching her get so worked up about something so small.

Sitting up, and grabbing her hands, he pulled her off him, pinning her wrists to the floor, and hovering above her. "You are so done for, Ophelia Malfoy." 

Ophelia's breath hitched, and she looked up at him fearfully, her soft grey eyes staring up into his light brown ones. "I hate you," she muttered, before Colin began attacking her waist, and tickling her endlessly, causing her to squeal loudly, and squirm.

"Stop—" she gasped through laughs. "Not— fair!"

"Oh, and it's fair that you can hit me with a cushion?" Colin raised a brow, until Ophelia was laughing too much to speak, and unable to protest.

He stopped tickling her, and she took a moment to catch her breath, still staring up at him, a playful expression on her features. "I hate you," she muttered again, sticking her tongue out at him and crossing her arms.

Colin gently helped her sit up, from where she lay on the floor, her hair messy, and falling from her updo. 

"No, you don't," he smiled. "You can't hate me."

Ophelia merely smiled at him. "I can't," she agreed, before pulling him into a hug, him resting his chin on her head. "You need to tear that photograph up."

"Not until I die," Colin teased, holding up the photograph of her shocked face when she realized Professor McGonagall was the cat she had hugged.

"Then I'll be the one to kill you," Ophelia scowled, but hugged him anyway.

The first Quidditch match of the season left Ophelia feeling rather nervous. Being a reserve, it wasn't guaranteed that she would play, but she still had to sit and watch, and, should anything happen to any of her team members, she would step in and take their place.

Crabbe and Goyle were the new beaters for the Slytherin team, and Draco would be playing seeker, as usual. 

The game began, and in quick fury, Gryffindor was already in the lead. Ophelia cast a look at the Slytherins, who were beginning to sing something.

Weasley cannot save a thing,
He cannot block a single ring,
That's why Slytherins all sing,
Weasley is our king.

On a normal occasion, Ophelia would have found this funny. Now, however, she noticed the smug face of her brother as he flew around on his broom, looking for the snitch, and she knew he was just trying to sabotage Gryffindor from winning.

No longer was this game between Slytherin and Gryffindor.

It was war.

Between Ophelia, and Draco.

Slytherin were winning now; Ophelia cast a look at Ron, who's face was flushed red with embarrassment and nervousness. 

Harry was staring at Malfoy, who was laughing, and Ophelia screamed.

"POTTER! THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?"

Harry snapped out of it, and continued looking for the snitch.

Gryffindor had scored only one goal, while Slytherin were thirty points ahead.

Ophelia narrowed her eyes in search for the snitch, and finally, she spotted it, just below Weasley's foot.

"Potter!" she yelled. "There!" She pointed to the snitch, which had fluttered to the Slytherin side. 

Harry met her eyes, and spotted the snitch, and he dived as fast as he could, on his firebolt. Draco spotted the snitch as Ophelia pointed it out...

Neck and neck, Harry and Draco reached for the snitch, and as Ophelia crossed her fingers and hoped for the best outcome, Harry's fingers enclosed around the tiny, fluttering ball.

The Gryffindor stands erupted into loud cheers, and Ophelia found herself smiling. She was headed into the locker rooms to change into her uniform, but not before she heard her brother's voice.

"So, you helped Potter," he drawled. "Over your own brother."

Ophelia turned around, scoffing. "My team over the egoistical bastard that calls himself my brother?" she remarked sarcastically. "Anytime."

"Saved Weasley's neck, have you, Potter?" he turned to Harry, clicking his tongue at Ophelia. "I've never seen a worse keeper.... But then again, he was born in a bin. Did you like my lyrics?"

Harry said nothing, and out of the corner of her eye, Ophelia noticed Ron slowly making his way to the changing rooms alone. 

Following him, she paid no mind to her brother, who was now insulting the Weasleys' mother. 

Ophelia approached Ron Weasley after she was done changing.

"Weasley," she called.

"Malfoy," Ron narrowed his eyes. "Come to tell me what a terrible keeper I am? No need, I already know."

"I actually came here to tell you to ignore my brother. He's just sour his team lost," Ophelia stated, her lip curling. "But yes, you could do better."

And she turned on her heel and left.

Ophelia searched for Colin after the game in the Gryffindor stands, but was unable to spot him anywhere. 

Angelina Johnson was pacing, tearing her hair out in frustration, muttering things to herself. When Ophelia walked past, Angelina stopped her.

"Hey, Malfoy," Angelina called, freezing in her steps.

Ophelia looked up. 

"Thanks for helping us win today. You're not bad."

Ophelia let the edges of her lips curve upwards. "No worries."

As the blonde slowly made her way to the Gryffindor common room, she heard a familiar laugh behind her, accompanied by a small giggle. Turning around, she noticed the pair to be Colin and Abigail, both headed in the direction of the Ravenclaw common room. 

Colin only laughed like that with her... Feeling rather left out and lonely without her best friend, Ophelia continued on her way to her dormitory.

It was only when she reached the Gryffindor common room that she found her path blocked by Angelina.

"Malfoy, could I have a word?" the Quidditch captain suggested.

Ophelia, who had no clue on why she was being summoned nodded. 

Angelina gestured to the outside of the common room, and Ophelia followed her through the portrait hole. The older Gryffindor then led Ophelia to a deserted hallway, underneath one of the tapestries.

"In here."

"What's this all about?" Ophelia remarked, raising a brow and folding her arms.

"So, I've done some thinking..." Angelina said gravely. Her lips were drawn into a thin line. "Your brother provoked some of our team members," she said, distaste taking over her features. "And the Weasley twins and Harry got into a fight with him."

"Oh?" She raised a brow, sounding rather enthusiastic about it, but trying to mask her interest with concern. "Is he okay?" she asked, although she didn't really sound like she cared.

Angelina hid a smile. "It was muggle dueling."

"Even better," Ophelia remarked. "I hope he's hurt real bad."

"Actually," Angelina bit her lip. "Nobody got hurt, except the Gryffindor team."

Ophelia perked up. "What?" she echoed.

"Professor Umbridge suspended our beaters and seekers from the team. Lifelong ban."

Ophelia gasped. "What? She can't do that! That's not fair!"

"You'll be playing seeker. Now's your chance to shine, Malfoy."

And then, Angelina slid underneath the tapestry and went back to the Gryffindor common room, leaving Ophelia in shock, with a very wide smile on her face.

She squealed, even though there was no one to hear her.

When Angelina held Quidditch tryouts for the beaters, Ophelia's presence was required, in order for the rest of the team to see how well they could work with each other.

As the blonde stood on the Quidditch pitch, fully dressed in her pink tracksuit, her firebolt in hand, she noticed Ginny and Mariana walk onto the pitch.

"Didn't know you could fly, Weasley," remarked Katie Bell, as the red-haired girl mounted her broom.

Ginny made direct eye-contact with Ophelia.

"Oh, I can fly really well."

When everyone was too busy applauding Ginny Weasley, as if she were a toddler that had just learnt how to walk, Ophelia's eyes watched the stands, missing the constant presence of Colin.

Although she was previously only a reserve, and wasn't playing much, her best friend had never failed to show up for any of her practices.

Currently, he was most likely with Abigail, and Ophelia didn't mind as much.

She was used to being alone anyway.

Angelina wrote something on her clipboard in the distance, and Ophelia sat on the bench, waiting for further instruction.

Angelina approached Ginny, and began to tell her something, using a lot of hand gesture, and Ophelia couldn't hear what they were saying.

At the end of the hour, Angelina blew her whistle and summoned the team, and rest of the students who had gathered for tryouts.

"Okay everyone," she announced. "Beaters will be posted in the common room tomorrow at five, and I wanted to announce that we have a new seeker!"

Ophelia perked up, straightening her hair as she listened to Angelina make the announcement of her new position, as some of the Gryffindor teammates applauded.

"The new Gryffindor seeker is Ginny Weasley!"

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