So, fucking Percy wrote me a seriously long letter telling me I needed to distance myself from Harry and his lies.

What a fucking tosser.

I mean, I know I've been thinking it myself lately, but seeing as my twat of a brother thinks it too, I'm going straight back to being Harry's number one supporter.

No one tells me what to fucking do.

So, I grudgingly supported Harry when he decided he was going to show off his skills by teaching an underground Defence class.

He made this big headed speech in the Hog's Head about how fucking brilliant he was during a meeting Hermione had called amongst students who wanted to retaliate against that Umbitch woman.

But I was too busy sulking in the corner to listen to what he had to say due to my sodding little sister deciding to use the meeting to flaunt her new boyfriend.

Thanks Ginny, way to make me feel like the loser Weasley sister who couldn't even get a boyfriend.

I mean, I was fucking one year older than her!

And bloody Cho Chang had turned up to eye fuck Harry.

Like she would even be interested in him if Cedric were still alive.

I thought we'd be spared Harry's classes when Umbridge put out a decree banning unauthorised groups, but unfortunately, Harry's weird little friendship with that house-elf who used to change Draco's bed sheets meant that he had found a place we could use.

It was all right I suppose, but I could barely concentrate on anything Harry said due to my nerves about the upcoming Quidditch match - my first appearance as Keeper in front of the whole school.

And it was against fucking Slytherin.

I thought I was going to puke everywhere when I went down to breakfast the morning of the match.

I couldn't help but notice that Draco and his twats were grinning wildly at me from the Slytherin table as they kept fingering some sort of badge on their robes.

"Just ignore them, please!" Harry implored, as I kept glaring over at them.

I soon found out what those badges were as I positioned myself in front of the goal hoops later that morning.

Draco took the opportunity to fly right past me, proudly thrusting his chest in my face as he tapped the crown shaped badge pinned there, the words Weasley is our Queen etched upon it.

"It comes with a song," he smirked, "I wrote it especially for you."

"Just fuck off Jason Donavon!" I growled.

He chuckled as he flew off to position himself. I prayed Harry would find the Golden Snitch bloody quick.

I was crap. Of course I was.

The whole stadium was singing and I was too busy wanting to die in humiliation to bother saving any goals.

"Weasley cannot save a thing,
She cannot block a single ring,
That's why Slytherins all sing:
Weasley is our Queen."

"Weasley was born in a bin
She always lets the Quaffle in
Weasley will make sure we win
Weasley is our Queen."

"It doesn't even fucking rhyme!" I hollered at Draco as he smirked at me from where he hovered just above.

"WEASLEY CANNOT SAVE A THING..."

He was so busy watching me for my reaction that he didn't even notice Harry going for the Snitch.

"WEASLEY WAS BORN IN A BIN..."

Thank fuck it was over.

I landed on the ground, tears of humiliation pricking behind my eyes as I stormed off towards the changing rooms.

"Hey, Weasley," I heard Draco calling delightedly from behind me, "did you like my lyrics?"

I carried on storming away, refusing to turn around and allow him to see the tears falling down my cheeks.

"I wanted to write another couple of versus!" He persisted, striding up behind me.

I quickened my pace, desperate to shut myself away in the changing room before he could reach me. No fucking way would I let him see me cry.

"But I couldn't find rhymes for fat and ugly," he continued, just as I placed my hand upon the door of the changing rooms. "I wanted to sing about your mother, see-"

It took everything inside of me not to retaliate. I threw myself into the building, letting the door slam behind me.

But the bastard wouldn't quit!

"-I couldn't fit in useless loser either-" he chuckled, as he opened the door, following me inside, "-for your father, you know-"

I didn't let him finish his sentence as I turned around and flew at him, my fists furiously pelting his chest.

"FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU!" I screamed as hot angry tears streamed down my face.

His hands immediately gripped my wrists, restraining me, his fingers painfully pinching into my skin.

"Weasley, are you crying?!" He uttered incredulously, roughly yanking my arms, forcing me to look up at him.

His fingers instantly slackened as I stared up into his face, and something like horror flitted through his grey eyes.

I used the opportunity to wrench my arms free, wiping the sleeves of my Quidditch robes furiously across my face.

"Just piss off, Malfoy," I spat, turning my back on him, ready to storm off.

But hands grabbed my shoulders, forcing me violently back round.

The air seemed to still around us as he stared wordlessly down at me; his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.

"I'm sorry," he growled, to my complete fucking surprise.

And even further to my surprise, he roughly pulled me up against his chest and crashed his lips down upon mine.

It was like an explosion had ripped through my stomach; my whole body igniting in flames.

My hands went straight to the back of his head, my fingers threading furiously through his hair; gripping, clutching, grabbing, as I urgently tried to deepen the kiss.

He moaned into my mouth as our tongues hungrily danced together; lapping furiously with want and desperation.

We stumbled and fell against one another as our feet clumsily crossed the room, finally falling down upon a bench at the back of the room, Draco pinning me down as my back dug into the rungs.

His hands grappled at my Quidditch robes, tugging and pulling at them, until he finally found his way through the folds, making me gasp into his mouth as his cool fingers brushed against the bare skin of my waist, trailing up and down the length of my sides as I bucked and shivered up against him.

I felt my stomach pool in longing as he started trailing fevered kisses down my jawline until his lips reached my neck where he hungrily started to nip, lick and suck my skin.

My own hands had found their way beneath his robes now, and I clung my fingers into his back, slowly running them downwards so that my nails gently grazed his skin, his body suddenly arching violently as they reached the small of his back.

"Fuck," he shuddered, as he broke away from my neck and immediately connected his lips back down upon mine again, pressing his hips down hard against me so that I could feel exactly how much he was enjoying this.

The door suddenly banged open, causing us both to look up from our compromising position with a start.

A furious Fred and George both came storming towards us. I had never seen them look so angry in my life.

Before either Draco or I could react, Fred had grabbed the back of Draco's robes, forcibly dragging him off of me.

"YOU DARE FUCKING TOUCH OUR SISTER AGAIN!" Fred hollered as both he and George violently pulled him outside, the door swinging shut behind them.

Sighing, I sat up on the bench, lazily rearranging my dishevelled robes as I listened to my brothers laying into Draco outside.

Eventually, when I felt that my heart rate had returned to its normal pace, I stood up, supposing that I'd better go and see if Draco needed any help. Fred and George could be fucking brutal when they wanted to be.

By the time I stepped outside, Draco was a bloody mess on the floor and Umbridge had issued Fred and George with a lifetime ban from Quidditch.

Oh, and Harry too apparently, because he breathed or some shit.

All in all, it wasn't the best start to my Quidditch career.

But at least I got to make out with Draco Malfoy.

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