A Gryffindor Falls For A Slytherin: The Angelic Witch and Draco Malfoy (Book 2)

Quidditch Is War

"I don't want to do this!" Harry told Heroneka.

"Oh, but you have to!" Heroneka requested.

They were in the middle of the Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson. Ron and Hermione were sitting a little away from them. Since Lockhart was too interested in him, they had asked Harry to convince him to give them a signed note to get the potions' book from the restricted section of the library.

The bell rang, the class ended, and Lockhart got to his feet.

"Homework - compose a poem about my defeat of the Wagga Wagga Werewolf! Signed copies of Magical Me to the author of the best one!"

The class began to leave. Heroneka and Harry returned to the back of the room, where Ron and Hermione were waiting.

"Ready?" Harry muttered.

"Let's hurry up now!" Heroneka whispered to them.

"Wait till everyone's gone," said Hermione nervously. "All right..."

She approached Lockhart's desk, a piece of paper clutched tightly in her hand, Heroneka, Harry and Ron right behind her.

"Er - Professor Lockhart?" Hermione stammered. "I wanted to - to get this book out of the library. Just for background reading." She held out the piece of paper, her hand shaking slightly. "But the thing is, it's in the Restricted Section of the library, so I need a teacher to sign for it - I'm sure it would help me understand what you say in Gadding with Ghouls about slow-acting venoms."

"Ah, Gadding with Ghouls!" said Lockhart, taking the note from Hermione and smiling widely at her. "Possibly my very favourite book. You enjoyed it?"

"Oh, yes," said Hermione eagerly. "So clever, the way you trapped that last one with the tea-strainer--"

"Well, I'm sure no one will mind me giving the best student of the year a little extra help," said Lockhart warmly, and he pulled out an enormous peacock quill. "Yes, nice, isn't it?" he said, misreading the revolted look on Ron's face. "I usually save it for book-signings."

He scrawled an enormous loopy signature on the note and handed it back to Hermione.

"So, Harry, Heroneka," said Lockhart, while Hermione folded the note with fumbling fingers and slipped it into her bag. "Tomorrow's the first Quidditch match of the season, I believe? Gryffindor against Slytherin, is it not?"

"Yeah" Heroneka gave a fake smile.

"Heroneka, is it true that you're playing as an extra Chaser?" Lockhart smiled back at her.

Heroneka ignored his question. She just wanted to leave the class.

"I hear you're a useful player, Harry. I was a Seeker, too. I was asked to try for the National Squad but preferred to dedicate my life to the eradication of the Dark Forces. Still, if ever you feel the need for a little private training, don't hesitate to ask. Always happy to pass on my expertise to less able players..."

Heroneka turned to leave, followed by Ron and Hermione.

Harry made an indistinct noise in his throat and then hurried off after the other three.

"I don't believe it," Heroneka said as the four of them examined the signature on the note. "He didn't even look at the book we wanted."

"That's because he's a brainless git," said Ron. "But who cares, we've got what we needed-"

"He is not a brainless git," said Hermione shrilly as they half-ran toward the library.

Ron cast her a look. "Just because he said you were the best student of the year--"