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Chapter 15. New Activities 2.

Draco groaned loudly feeling his
insides burning with pleasure; he just loved the sensation of Hermione�s body
under him, around him. The way they both focused on each other�s pleasure and
forgot everything else.

The feeling of her inner muscles
tightening around him sent him screaming over the edge along with her. Gods!
The world was perfect for some precious seconds. Malfoy collapsed at her side
and she cuddled against him, they stayed like that for a few minutes, waiting for
the world to catch up with them. After a while Draco sobered and remembered
what was in store for next day.

�Tomorrow we have Quidditch.�

Hermione groaned and made a face
at the remembrance of it.

�I hate it. Do you think I could
talk Dumbledore about it again? Maybe I�ll manage to convince him of letting me
quit.�

�That would not be fair! If you
get yourself out of Quidditch I�ll quit gardening!�

�Why? What�s wrong with soil?�

�What�s wrong with flying?�

Hermione glared at him and gave
up.

�I don�t like it. I�m not good
at sports, I�m a bookworm.�

�Well, it�s about time you try
something funnier.�

�I�m not sure it would be funny
at all.�

�It would, you�ll see. At least
it would be for me.�

Hermione hit him with a pillow
and he just laughed at her, saying:

�How aggressive you had become.�

�I had realized that it�s
necessary with a Malfoy.�

�Anyway, I have to tell you
something before we go.�

Hermione listened carefully to
Malfoy�s suspicions and scowled, resisting to believe that she had to protect herself
from one of her own House, but he wanted her to watch her back and she�ll do
it, they all would have to be more careful around possible followers of the
Dark Lord, no matter who they were.

Eventually they realized it was
late and soon they were in the dungeons, each one walking to their respective Houses,
not even aware of the shadow that had been spying their meetings and was now
nodding approvingly at the two retreating teenagers.

The Quidditch
group was opened to anyone who�d want to attend, regardless of year or whether
or not they were part of the House�s teams, after all it was just for fun and
many were waiting for it, the fact that Draco Malfoy was the one in charge of
the group discouraged some of the students, but still there were many willing
to give it a try.

On Saturday, Harry and Hermione
walked to the Quidditch pitch to join the promised
group, the girl was nervous and so didn�t share her friend�s excitement over
more time to do some extra practice and the chance to see some of Malfoy�s
tactics. He assumed that the blond would make the entire Slytherin team join
this particular group, they had been forced to do new try outs a week ago,
because the sensible reduction of the Slytherin population had affected the
team as well, and no one had seen the new Slytherin team playing that year.
Harry was hopeful that he�ll know more about Malfoy�s way of training in these
extra �lessons� and to discover who were the new keeper and the two chasers of
the team.

A few of the younger Gryffindors
were accompanying Harry and Hermione; the first years had been pretty exited
about the perspective of playing Quidditch even if it
wasn�t in a House team; Ron wasn�t talking to them and Ginny was in a bad mood
and so they weren�t joining the group, but Seamus, Dean Thomas and Colin Creevey were there, surprisingly without the camera.

They arrived to the Quidditch pitch to be confronted with a crowd; every first
and second year remaining in Hogwarts were there, a good amount of the third to
fifth year�s population, and a few upper years. Malfoy was talking with Madam
Hooch about the procedures to handle all these people when they arrived. Draco
looked at them without interest and his eyes fixed on Harry. The Gryffindor was
ready to tell off any derogative comments of the blond, but instead of the
expected �What are you doing here?�
Malfoy only nodded in acknowledgment and said.

�Send your first years with the
beginners Potter, the rest of you would have to take a test to be placed in a
suitable subgroup. Of course if you want to place the muggleborns
in the beginners� group right along we�ll save a lot of time.�

Harry was so shocked to hear
Malfoy talking civilly to him and to hear a Slytherin not using the word mudblood to refer to the muggleborns,
that he was left speechless and lost the opportunity to retort to Draco about
his veiled insult to the muggleborns flying
abilities. Instead he heard Seamus voicing his own shock loudly.

�What?! Not even a painful remark of complain about us being here?�

Draco turned to the Irish boy
and smirked evilly.

�Why Finnegan? You expected me to lower myself at the weasel�s levels? I�m not
that stupid you know. But if it makes you feel better I certainly wasn�t
expecting any of you to make an appearance, but I guess it can�t be helped. Now
get on moving and don�t make me waste my time.�

He turned his back to the lot of
them before anyone could make a comment, Seamus was blushing furiously, but
Harry had felt somewhat relieved that the old Malfoy was still there, that at least
was known ground for him. He turned to the rest of the Gryffindors and told
them.

�Well, you heard him. He�s the
boss here, so we have to follow his directions. First years and the one�s who
felt like they hadn�t enough experience go with the beginners� group. The rest
have to wait our turn.�

�Harry, why do you have to be
tested? You�re the best Quidditch player around
here!� said Colin in annoyance, Harry just smiled.

�I really don�t mind Colin, I
think it�s fair that all of us do the test, that way we won�t be favoring anyone.�

Colin and many other Gryffindors
huffed in discomfort, but they didn�t say anything more. Hermione made a bee
line to the beginners group, along with the four Gryffindor first years. Many
of the students were clearly nervous, Harry had the impression that they were
waiting for a bomb to explode any minute, it was stating to be annoying the
fact that everyone was convinced of his and Malfoy�s incapacity to be at least
civil to each other. Harry decided to ignore everybody and intended to look
happy and cherry the entire time, it was worth the effort to see Malfoy�s
confused expression every time they made eye contact; Malfoy looked at Harry as
if the boy had cracked out.

The sense of discomfort and
morbid expectation vanished when they started to fly. Harry of course ended in
the advanced group, and had to admit that Malfoy knew how to handle people. The
blond organized them based in each one�s experience and potential. They made
laps and simple evasive manoeuvres; they also made a race and even a little
game of tag in the air. Once Malfoy had an idea of how each one moved in the
air he went for testing how well they played and define the final groups, they
did a sort of try outs for the positions they played best. Harry didn�t want to
be seeker again, he wanted to try something different and so he ended as a
chaser. Hermione was difficult to place; her equilibrium suffered when she
tried to fly with a hand in the air to catch the Quaffle,
she had not the speed or reflexes for either a seeker or a keeper, and she
lacked the built and strength commonly associated to a beater, but she had a
very good swing when she was quiet. Malfoy decided she first had to improve her
flying abilities and then she could try for chaser or beater, meanwhile he put
her with the ones that were still learning to manoeuvre the broom to their
liking, she was deeply relieved that it wasn�t expected of her to start playing
right along.

They spent some hours at this
and finally all the minor groups were settled. The Quidditch
pitch was going to be modified on Saturdays, so there would be smaller pitches
where the students could play; Dumbledore had made some major magic in order to
do that, he had also arranged that the group would have all Saturday until 5pm,
so they could make a schedule and the pitch wouldn�t be so crowded.

Harry was shamefully amazed at
the ease with which Malfoy had handled the group, it seemed like it was natural
for the boy to be in charge, Harry made note to use some ideas for his own DA
group which was big too, he talked with Hermione about it and she approved the
idea.

Once they had make a schedule
for next Saturday, Draco declared the session officially finished.

Harry was waiting for Hermione
to return her school broom, when he saw Patrick Thorney,
the captain of the Ravenclaw team, walking over to
intercept Malfoy and stopping the blond to argue with him. He seemed pretty
pissed off; Harry wondered what the problem was and approached the pair. Most
of the students had already gone but a few still remained and were turning to
look at the two captains, Harry walked near enough to hear the discussion, at
the moment Malfoy was coldly saying.

�It�s not my problem Thorney. Go and complain to Dumbledore about that, he was
the one that wanted this anyway.�

�Do you think I�m blind Malfoy?
I�m sure you agreed with this at your own convenience!�

�Yes, it�s very convenient for
me to have the group I�m in charge of on Saturdays, so I still have all the
week to do my homework without having to lose time.�

�Don�t be so cocky! Surely
you�re using this extra time for your own team!�

Harry blushed
a little; that was exactly what he had thought, and he had expected to practice
a bit himself but they ended just having a good time, Malfoy crossed his arms
and his tone changed to disdain.

�Really Thorney! Do you honestly
think any team could have a real practice here?�

�I bet the Slytherins can!
Besides, you are taking an entire day that could be used by the other Houses�
teams for their own practice!�

Malfoy was growing annoyed; this
conversation was useless, Thorney was only looking
for trouble.

�You still have six remaining
days in the week Thorney.�

�The week is for study Malfoy.
We have only the weekends for the team to practice and you are taking one day
away! No doubt for your own purposes.�

�Look Thorney.
I don�t care how you do your training! You have the entire week to schedule it.
Saturdays are mine! And if you have any complains about it, like I said before.
Go. Talk. To Dumbledore. And leave me alone!�

Harry noticed that Malfoy�s
voice had changed slightly, his tone suggested that the blond was about to take
out his wand and hex the unfortunate one in front of him. Harry took a few
steps nearer, just in case things got ugly; unfortunately for him that movement
make Patrick notice him and the Ravenclaw turned to
include the raven haired boy in the argument.

�What do you think Potter? Are
you gonna let this bastard get his way? Or are you
looking for some advantage here too?�

Harry looked at the boy in
disbelief, and blushed somewhat embarrassed.

�What?�

�Come on Potter! Did he tell you
the Gryffindors could share the extra time of practice? That�s why you�re here?
Considering that you two seem to be getting along just well lately, maybe you even
have changed friendships Potter.�

This time Harry�s blush was from
anger. How anyone could suggest such a thing? Draco gritted his teeth, asking
himself why he was forced to deal with idiots, predictably Potter just
exploded.

�What in Hell are you talking
about Patrick?! Are you out of your mind?! He�s Malfoy! Why
would I want anything from him?!�

�Then why do you let him take
part of your famous DA group? I heard everything that happened Potter; you
placed the Slytherins over your friends!�

�That�s not what happened!!�
Harry was furious now, why people always distorted things and he always ended
in the bad side was beyond him. �Dumbledore ordered the groups to be opened to Everyone!!�

�And so you came practice Quidditch with your worst enemy?� said Patrick maliciously.

�What�s your problem Thorney?! I�m not here because of him! I�m here because
Dumbledore wants us to be civil with each other!�

�Ha! As if it
was possible for a Gryffindor to be civil to a Slytherin!� Thorney drawled, narrowing his eyes.

Harry was beyond shocked now. He
couldn�t believe the boy had actually said that. Did everybody believe them
incapable of cooperation? Well, he had to admit that he still had some troubles
with it, but he was really trying, why people couldn�t see that? Malfoy took
advantage of Harry�s momentarily speechless state to say with as much venom as
he could:

�Well Potter, it seems that the
weasel isn�t the only idiot around here who can�t tell between a friendly
meeting and something you�re forced to do. Pretty bad Thorney,
I was under the impression that you Ravenclaws were
smarter, even Granger didn�t put that much of a trouble�� Malfoy was
interrupted by an angered Patrick that advanced on him until he was nose to
nose with the blond and hissed.

�Shut up you git!
Don�t compare me with that mud�!� Patrick�s mouth closed with an audible click,
too late because Draco�s eyes narrowed in
comprehension.

�With who Thorney?�
he said a little too cherry.

Before the Ravenclaw
could utter some kind of answer Potter grabbed his arm and pulled him a few
steps away from Malfoy. The Gryffindor hadn�t heard the exchange very well but
he had the distinct idea that Patrick hadn�t liked Malfoy�s words. Thorney attempted to return to his original tantrum.

�Anyway, it�s still unfair that
you are having extra time for Quidditch Malfoy!�

�Then why didn�t you come join
us Patrick?� a new voice inserted itself in the argument, the boys turned to
see Theresa Bristwood, the Hufflepuff
captain, approaching them. �If you are so worried about whether we are training
our teams here or not, then why didn�t you come? Dumbledore told us everybody
was invited, even the official team�s members.�

�That�s right Thorney.� Said Harry, attempting to cool
a little. �You could have come with your team and fly with us too.�

�Are you crazy? It�s not real
training and I�� Thorney shut up again, biting his
lip, and Malfoy smirked with malice.

�And you don�t want to lose time
in kids plays� the blond ended Patrick�s statement. �Understandable
for a Ravenclaw. Now, what was your complain
again Thorney?�

Patrick looked at the three
captains and knew he had blown it. What he really had wanted was to make Malfoy
angry, to have an excuse to take out his wand and hex him. It had proven to be
more difficult than he had thought and he had let the Slytherin get to him
instead. Turning a deep shade of red he just wanted to be out of there.

�It�s not as if I want to be in
any group that has a Slytherin in charge.�

�Too bad, you seem the only one
who has made a fuss over it.� Said Malfoy.

Thorney just glared at them and then left. Bristwood
shrugged and left, saying under her breath: �Some people can�t live without
troubles.�

Potter came aware of some
students surrounding them, he caught sight of Hermione approaching and Blaise
and Goyle behind Malfoy, and thought that Patrick could have had a nasty
experience if things had gone violent. Hermione worriedly asked him.

�Harry, what happened?�

�I�m not sure. Thorney was pretty much doing what Ron had done on
Thursday.�

The girl sighed and crossed her
arms in annoyance.

�I wonder why people can�t stand
a little change in things?�

�Little?� asked Malfoy to himself. Harry
embraced Hermione�s shoulders, making her flinch uncomfortably, the boy didn�t
seem to notice, he didn�t pay heed either to the cold
glare Malfoy was sending his way.

�Come on �Mione.
Let�s go find Ginny.�

And Harry took his friend away,
doing his best for ignoring Malfoy and the fact that the blond had called idiot
to his best friend, mainly because he wanted to show himself that he had more
control than everyone gave him credit for. He wasn�t aware of Hermione blushing
at his side and wanting very badly for him to release her, even less of
Malfoy�s murderous glare following them.

Draco wanted to hex the bloody
boy-who-lived to hell. How dare Potter be so familiar with her?!

�Let her go! Take your hands off her Potter! She�s mine!� Draco thought fiercely as the pair reached the stairs to get into
the building and the boy finally released Hermione of his arm. Malfoy still
watched them a couple of seconds before realization hit him and he almost gaped
unbelievingly at what he had thought.

�No, no, no. No way! I�m not thinking of her that way! She�s not�!� Malfoy felt annoyed at his lack of words, he couldn�t say that they
weren�t lovers because they were, that much he couldn�t deny anymore, he was
frustrated, he had promised himself he wouldn�t let that happen! �Stupid Mudblood!�

Malfoy felt angry at himself and stubbornly push his conflicting thoughts away,
he didn�t want to deal with them, all he wanted was to pretend they didn�t
exist. Blaise came to his rescue, pulling his arm and reminding him that he
still had to take the Quidditch balls to the storage
room and talk with Madam Hooch to be sure that everything was in order. Blaise
obviously also wanted to know what had happened with Thorney
and Malfoy was eager to discuss it while they walked to the storage along with
Goyle.

�So, another one you think?�
asked Blaise, once Malfoy had finished his story.

�Yes. They really are careless.
It seems some of the Ravenclaws are finally showing
their true colors.�

�And the other two Houses?�
asked Goyle, worried mainly because he was starting to get along with a Hufflepuff girl and couldn�t tell for the life of him in
which side she was. Malfoy smirked knowingly.

�I have just one suspect among
the Gryffindors, no Hufflepuffs yet. Don�t worry Gregory;
I think your new friend is pretty clean.�

�Oh� said the boy, clearly
relieved, Zabini was more worried.

�What do we do Malfoy?�

�We don�t have to do anything.
They can�t do anything permanent to us. And most of them are too cowards for
that anyway.�

�But how long would it last? And what about Snape?�

Blaise had a point, Snape at the
moment represented the most dangerous person for them, and he was their Head of
House. The only thing that put the few Slytherins that knew of Snape�s alliances at ease was that the man wouldn�t risk
lose his fa�ade only to get at them.

�Let�s not think about him for
now, if he�s not aware yet of what is happening it�s
better that he remains that way. Blaise, how�s your
girlfriend?�

�Pretty pissed off that Marshall wants to know
every single detail of our relationship. She can�t tell him anything useful,
but he�s starting to give her funny thoughts about me, for example, I wasn�t
aware that I used to torture birds when I was a child.�

�That�s ridiculous, but not
unlikely.�

�Hey!�

�Just tell her to ignore Marshall. We have to take
care with him, of all the idiots that are currently trying to scare us he�s the
most dangerous until now.�

They continued their way and
finished all that Malfoy was supposed to do, then they
returned to their common room, complaining about classes and too much work to
do.

Next day was Hermione�s turn to
initiate her group. She was really exited and got to the room of requirement
early to be sure everything was fine. Ginny was pretty exited too, she had
promised to help and Harry was dragged into it because of Ron�s stubborn
determination to ignore them all.

The room was large, it had
wooden floor and some of the walls had big mirrors attached to them. Harry sat
in one of the many big cushions the room seemed fit to provide while the two
girls assorted the music and Hermione explained how the CDplayer
worked. Hermione was pleased that they had all kinds of music, including salsa,
merengue, waltz, and some of the Weird Sister�s ones.

When finally it was time to
begin, Hermione welcomed somewhat nervously all the students that attended. She
was happy to have a good audience; near twenty five students were there, the
majority of the upper grades. Hermione told them all what this was going to be
about and then chose a song, the room filled immediately with the joyous tones
of a salsa; the girl showed them the basic steps with Dean as her partner,
because Harry was hopeless at it. In no time everyone was moving and having a
good time either dancing or trying to.

Hermione walked along the room,
giving advice and help when needed; Harry actually managed to finish a song with
Ginny without stepping in her feet, and the rest didn�t do so bad either.
Hermione had to be careful not to stare at Malfoy, the blond was dancing with
Millicent and both were very good at it, though the Gryffindor girl could hear
the blond complaining about muggle music, she smiled
and couldn�t help but imagine how would she look with Malfoy when they�ll dance
together at the final ball, she wished they could dance in the class but that
was out of the question, instead she found herself trying to put songs of the
Weird Sisters that weren�t too slow and didn�t require much body contact. That
was until she discovered Malfoy�s amused look, the one that told �I know what you are doing� It annoyed
her enough to put on a waltz. She regretted it when Millicent practically clung
onto Malfoy and Hermione had to remind herself that they were not a couple and
that she had no business being jealous over him, she tried to distract herself
criticizing Harry�s attempt at waltz, but she didn�t put another one.

The �lesson� lasted a good hour
and a half, and all the attendants left happy and satisfied. Hermione wanted to
talk to Malfoy when the lasts students were leaving. They had been neglecting
their Arithmancy project lately and she wanted to
know if he was up for it this afternoon, tough she knew that being Sunday he�ll
probably look scandalized, he could work extra time all the week but Sundays
were almost sacred. She smiled to herself thinking about that and approached
the blond Slytherin, but before she could get near enough to speak, another
girl, with long black hair and white skin, got in her way. Hermione froze as
she saw said girl pulling Malfoy to give him a kiss on the lips, the startled
boy didn�t seem too pleased but he didn�t pull away, when the girl released him
he had his scowl right in place. Hermione was near enough to hear his words.

�Febe. What are you doing?�

The girl, who Hermione
recognized now as Febe Shatkins,
a Hufflepuff, smiled sheepishly at him and answered.

�Well, Pansy�s not here anymore,
so I thought that we could� you know, have another time together� like last
year, only this time we don�t have to hide it from anyone, we can even make it
formal if you want.�

Malfoy arched an eyebrow at the
girl, Hermione was speechless, the bitch was actually proposing to Malfoy? She
wouldn�t allow that! She was about to rudely interrupt the conversation when Draco�s silver eyes pinned her to the floor; the boy
regarded her coldly before asking.

�Is there anything you want
Granger?�

Hermione blinked, reality
adjusting itself around her and remembering where she was and that Malfoy was
nothing to her, she just shook her head, unable to speak yet. Malfoy narrowed
his eyes at her but Febe inserted herself in his line
of vision, looking for attention.

�Come on Malfoy. I liked it very
much to be with you. Why not repeat the experience? Just
another try?�

She clung to his arm and
Hermione bit her lip, turning red. Malfoy was looking at the girl currently
regarding him with puppy eyes.

�Look Febe
I don�t want anything serious.�

�Oh, it doesn�t have to be if
you don�t want to, we could just have it like the last time, just occasional,
yes?�

Malfoy averted his glance and
shrugged her off him, walking to the door.

�Maybe.�

�Yes? Oh Malfoy please! Tell me
yes!�

�Not now Shatkins!
Maybe.� And he was out of the room, followed close by
the still whimpering girl.

Hermione�s eyes followed them,
feeling near tears, she reminded herself of all the times Malfoy had told her
that there was nothing between them, that it was just
convenient sex. She had accepted it, but now she realized that she hadn�t
really thought of the possibility of him wanting to be with another girl.

�He told her �maybe�, so�� she thought �it�s really just sex for him.� Suddenly
she felt� not good enough.

She was unaware of Harry and
Ginny behind her until the boy touched her shoulder making her jump and turn to
them. Harry was clearly worried.

�Hermione, are you all right?�

�What? Oh, sure Harry, don�t
worry.� She tried to smile at him and failed miserably. �I�m tired that�s all,
I think I�ll go to my room. I�ll see you later.�

And she left hurriedly before
anyone could ask her anything.
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