Chapter 13 "Rose." "Rose!" "Rose!" "Hum?" "ROSE!" Al yell whispers at me. "What?" "Watch the seeker, he's got good moves," Al whispers to me without turning his head. He was right, the Slytherin seeker dives to the ground at an almost vertical angle then at last second he pulls hard on his broom handle sending him towards the bright blue sky. Malfoy is out there too, barking orders (he was captain) swooping out if the sky, he takes a speeding lap around the pitch, flashing his stupid grin at the other stupid Slytherin fans out to cheer him on... Stupidly. As his broomstick passes our tower, Malfoy stops his broom, screwing up his face in sweaty confusion. His eyes narrow to a glare as he continues on, whooping back to his devoted fans. Git... Al's face drains of blood leaving his face as pale as his midget hair. My stomach clenched and I shift nervously on the cold hard bench beneath me. "Let's go," Al hisses to me, his tone panicked. "No," I whisper under my breath. "We have worked way too hard for this." I refuse. "But Rose did you see him?" Al persists. "I don't care. I'm not scared of a ferret, Potter. Unlike you," I whisper tauntingly. Maybe getting him to man up would cure his case of fraidy cat. "Fine," He glares at me, huffing and crossing his arms. "We'll stay a while longer, but if anything happens it's your fault, Weasley." The rest of practice was uneventful. As soon as the Slytherins slink into their locker rooms, Al and I dash down the steps like children on Christmas morning. After we finish tripping over each other's feet in an attempt to get down the bloody stairs, Al positions me in front of the door to the Quidditch storage room with instructions to hex anyone that tries to "Invade H.Q." His words not mine. Seconds pass... Then minutes... Come on Al, where are you? I should have heard the soft foot falls behind me, I should have seen the long shadow fall across the rocky path that the sun set a fiery gold. I should have smelt the sweat on the lingered clothing, I should have listened for the ragged breathing of the intruder... But I don't... And then it happens... And I scream... "Holy Merlin's Bloody Knickers," yells the boy. I fall to the ground, the rocks from the path dig into my head, pinned beneath a wall of muscle. I squint through the sheer fabric to see the confused face of a person who ran into an invisible body. Malfoy... Just my bloody fucking luck. "What the~." His freshly showed mane flips out of his eyes to see the pickle he was in. Yes, I said pickle. Because that's what this is, a pickle. Don't judge my flamboyant choice of words. "Just who do you think you are?" I wiggle under his weight. "You can't just go around crushing people when you feel like it, Malfoy." I growl. "Well I think you, whoever you are, should answer the first question yourself, love," He smirks. "And I did not crush you on purpose, you're the one that's invisible." "Let me up you git..." I hiss. "No, not until I find out who my stalker is." His hands manhandle my head until he finds the slit in the hood. He lifts the invisible material until my face is revealed. "Weasley, I should have known." "Let me up, Malfoy. This isn't what is looks like," I insist. He tsks me, "Oh Weasley, I think I know exactly what you're doing outside the Quidditch Pitch, after my Team's practice, wearing an invisiblity cloak." He cocks his head at me, waiting for an answer. I feel my cheeks warm, he has found me out, and I avoid his gaze as much as possible. "You cheeky little spy, Weasley!" He gasped at me, like he was surprised I would do such a thing. He should know better when I have a family like mine. "Watcha going to do about it? Drag me to the headmisstress's office for rule breaking?" I taunt, but his smirk only gets bigger. He wouldn't dare! "Well, now that you mention it..." Oh, crap. Think Rose! Think! What would James do to get out of this mess? "Think about it Malfoy, is that what you really want? I'll fight with you the whole way because if I'm Going down, you're coming with me. You can say goodbye to Quidditch." The anger in my voice increases. At the threat of being stripped of our privileges, Quidditch included, he caves. "Fine, you win." Yesssssss, in your face, Malfoy! "Can you get off me now?" I plead. "In a minute, Weasley I just wanted to let you know that~." The slamming of a door, followed by loud joking voices fills the halls and interrupts him, causing us both to jolt with surprise. Oh no, his team mates must be coming. Malfoy's face fills with concern, probably wishing he wasn't about to be caught with a half invisible female Weasley. Trust me, that's not good for the Malfoy image. "Weasley, go!" He rolls off me, "Hurry before they catch you." I don't need to be told twice. I sprint around the nearest corner, tripping over the cloak and falling flat on my face. Scrambling up, I press myself against a wall, eavesdropping on Malfoy and his Quidditch mates. "Oi Malfoy, that you?" Questions a deep voice that could only belong to the Slytherin beater, Archie Goyle. "Yeah, it's me Arch," replies Malfoy. "We heard you talking to someone out here, didn't we boys?" Goyle continues and the other Slytherin's grumble in response. "Nope just me mates," Malfoy persists. "You sure?" Goyle sounds suspicious. I peak around the corner and the last bits of sunlight reflects off their faces. "Yep, I haven't seen anyone, anyway it's almost curfew we better get back to the castle," Malfoy changes the subject, turning on his heel. Heading back up the rock path to Hogwarts. I breathe a deep sigh of relief when the rest starts to follow. Sliding down the rough wood of the pitch until my bottom touches the prickly grass, I pull down the hood of the cloak and runs my hands through my damp, messy curls. Then relization hits me like a pile of dragon dung, figuratively not literally, that would just be gross. Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy just saved me. Not only from McGonagall's wrath but from his mates. He had every chance to turn me in or rat me out, but instead he let me go. And may I remind you he's a God damned Malfoy for Merlin's sake. What the Hell am I going to do? Fuckermuffins...