Jamie, oh Jamie...
Alright. So maybe Jamie's comments were slowly, but surely, finding their way under Draco's skin. As he glared up at the ceiling in his drafty, stone cold dormitory, he felt his anger simmer. He willed himself to sitting at the edge of the bed, his elbows resting on his knees, his head hanging
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Jamie had six left.
The beater ducked and dove, flying in spectacular tiny loops as she dodged the bludgers, when she got a good angle on one, Jamie would swing.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him. His bright blond hair looked even whiter in the winter lighting. Without any more thought to it, she knew that person must be Draco Malfoy.
Unlucky for him, Jamie happened to get a perfect angle on a bludger when he strode onto the pitch. She whipped her broom around, lined up the hit, and wacked the bludger with a strength and precision that took years of training. The bludger rocketed in the direction of arrogant second stringer, missing him by a meter and shattering as it smacked into the stadium wall.
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He laid his broom on the ground and crossed his arms, squinting up at his current rival. He half hoped she would lose track of one of the bludgers and she would find it hitting her in the back of the head. And with their nasty nature, it was likely to happen. All he had to do was wait.
However, he didn't have time to wait long, because he saw Belanger take a swing and-a hit!
He threw himself on the ground and heard the fucking thing hit the wall and-EXPLODE? What the devil where those things?!
Draco nearly mounted his broom to fly after the bitch, but he had no defense against the bludgers-looking to make contact with anything and everything.
So. Like any decent person. He resorted to shouting up at her. "WHAT, YOU'RE TRYING TO KILL ME, NOW?"
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Jamie sent a smarmy smile down to him, pulling her wand out of her sweatshirt pocket. With a simple flick of the wand, all of the bludgers fell to the ground lifelessly.
"No," she said, not really caring if her voice was loud enough or not, "I told you. Coach would be angry with me if you died."
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Draco turned his back, momentarily now that his life wasn't at risk, per say.. to inspect where the demon from hell had fallen. The pieces where gone, but there was a distinct dent in the wall. Damn good shot.
He mounted his broom and kicked off. He soared through the air, stopping a few feet about Jamie-but keeping a decent yardage. She was still armed with a bat, after all.
"As if bludger's weren't bad enough-let me guess. You came up with the genius idea that they should bloody explode, too?"
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"They're training bludgers," she corrected him, gripping her bat just a little tighter. The idea appealed to her, though. Exploding bludgers would make a game way more exciting.
Coasting down the pitch to.. well.. just to distance them, Jamie sighed. So much for practicing. No matter how much she didn't like Draco Malfoy, it just wasn't safe letting all those bludgers out with another person on the pitch.
"Why are you here?"
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He ran his hand through his hair, his silent sign of being a little uncomfortable with the situation. He didn't usually find himself in such distasteful company-especially on his own. Indeed, Draco needed himself a lackey, like back in his glory days. Hehe, can't wait. ANYWAY..
"Training bludgers," he mumbled under his breath. He still didn't like the idea of them. Maybe it was the cold, but he nearly shivered thinking about getting hit by one of those. A concussion and a burn. Good times.
At her inquiry, he smirked and softened his voice and expression, "What else would I be here for but to watch you practice, love?"
Alright. Saying that made him even more repulsed than he thought he would be. But messing with her was just too irresistible.
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"Why are you following me?" She demanded to know the answer, charging forward just a little in hopes it would scare him enough to spill.
"I thought you didn't even like practicing."
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His reaction time was still rather good from his former seeker days, and reversed proportionately to her advance. That grip on the bat did trouble him, some, though.
"I'm following you in the hopes that your superior, far advanced, Quidditch abilities might rub off on me. Truly, I am humbled simply by watching you train."
Calm, cool, collected and cordial. And oh yeah, sarcastic. Those seem like the things that should down right tick her off. Really, he was daring her to hit him.
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"While I'm glad you recognize my superiority," she started, balancing on her broom enough to hold the bat with both hands. She casually tapped her shoulder with the top end of it, "I can't say I think it'll help you. Not enough money in the world could make you good, Draco."
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Second string chaser, third string seeker... sure, the chances of him playing were meek-but possible.
Draco yawned, showing he was tiring of the exchange, and decided to mix it up. "Anyway, let me put it to you this way, you should leave. Now." Not a question, a command. He did, after all, drag himself all the way down there to practice. And he knew he wouldn't get peace with her around.
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"No."
In that one word, Jamie somehow managed to say everything she wanted to..
I hate you.
You're a disgrace to quidditch.
You're unbearably annoying.
I'll never let you win.
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"I could carry on like this all day, if you rather." Then he smirked. "Perhaps you fancy having me around, Belanger?"
Now, really, how could you hate a face like a Malfoy's, hm?
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She'd been about to tell him just how unreasonable he was being, when he'd cut her off.
Perhaps you fancy having me around, Belanger? Her ears all but burned.
She shouldn't have reacted the way she did. It was just a snarky comment, but it was also just enough to throw her over the edge.
Her gaze narrowed into a glare so intense Jamie felt it in her bones. Before she it, her bat dropped, her fist was high in the air, and she was connecting with Draco Malfoy's eye like a bludger with a bad attitude.
With a "hmph," Jamie rocketed off in the opposite direction to do speed laps.
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He picked himself up on his feet, lightly touching his eye socket, happily, meeting no blood. Only tender skin. Despite the pain, he couldn't help but smirk his favorite little smirk. She might have hit him, but he counted it as a win.
Draco watched her, once again, as Belanger sped around the pitch.. deciding his next move. He took a step toward his broom to remount it when his foot kicked her bat laying forgotten on the ground. "Hmm.."
He grabbed the bat and mounted his broom and took after Jamie with impressive speed, holding the bat above his head. There was no way he was going to catch her, not with his eye the way it was.. so he took off to meet her head on.
Once almost directly in front of her, he stopped, and was hovering once more. "What do you think, Balenger. Want to take your chances?"
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This did nothing for the anger that was still welling up in her chest.
"Malfoy," somehow, her voice was still slow and even despite how much she wanted to reach out and strangle him, "Put it down."
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"Oops," he said completely satisfied with himself.
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