Wondering Why

Chapter Four

Madam Hooch spoke angrily to Flint and then ordered a free shot at the goal posts for Gryffindor. In all of the confusion, the Golden Snitch had disappeared from sight again. Adrian whizzed by their friends and gave them a quick wave before returning to the play.

Adrian shot up the pitch, blocking Alicia Spinnet from getting into Marcus' way as he passed Bell. Before Flint could get far, Fred Weasley slammed a bludger into his face, causing him to drop the Quaffle that thankfully Adrian snatched before throwing into the Golden Hoops, scoring for Slytherin.

Aurora screamed with Bianca as they clapped loudly for their best friend. Draco was the first Slytherin to snort and point to the Gryffindor Seeker. "What the hell does Harry Potter think he's going?"

His broom had started to roll over and over, with him only just managing to hold on. Harry's broom had given a wild jerk and Harry swung off it. He was dangling with only one hand. Aurora gave out a startled gasp as the Weasleys flew up to try and pull him safely onto one of their brooms, but it was no good-- every time they got close to him, the broom would jump higher still. They dropped lower and circled beneath him, obviously hoping to catch him if he fell.

Marcus Flint seized the Quaffle and scored five times without anyone noticing in all the commotion. Aurora squeezed Bianca's hand at the terrifying sight. Despite her dislike of the boy, this was terrifying that his brand new, top of the line broomstick would behave in such a way. She imagined Draco being the terrified first year helpless like that. The thought had her anxious for the emerald eyed boy.

Soon, and for no apparent reason, Harry had regained control of his broom and was speeding toward the ground before clapping his hand on his mouth. "If he throws up, I will never let him live this down." Greggory Goyle chuckled as he looked closer at what he was doing, peering over the railing.

Harry Potter coughed and coughed, until something gold fell into his hand. "I've got the Snitch!" he shouted, waving it above his head, and the game ended in complete confusion.

Later that night in the common room, Marcus Flint was still shouting and hollering about how the Potter kid didn't catch the Snitch but he nearly swallowed it. All the shouting was giving Aurora a headache and she wanted to go get some tea and raspberry white chocolate muffins from the house elves in the kitchen. It was the same way that Dobby made them at home and were a comfort for her whenever she was feeling homesick or sad at school.

She was just getting settled at one of the small stools in the kitchen when two red-heads sat on either side of her, stealing bits of her food off of her plate. "Can you two get lost or find some manners?"

"No can do."

"It's almost our specialty to constantly be in the way."

"With zero manners."

Aurora huffed out a long sigh before pushing the muffin towards them and getting up with her cup of tea in hand. "Here. Take it since you two ruin everything."

"I'm offended!" Fred said as he placed his hands on his chest. "How do we ruin 'everything' as you so kindly say?"

"You two are constantly in my way! You ruin anytime I'm with Adrian and whenever I just want one little sliver of peace and quiet you find a way to show up and ruin it." She huffed and turned to walk away before Fred grabbed her wrist to pull her back down on the stool. "Shove. Off. Weasley."

"Hey. I'm sorry. We didn't realize we were being such an ass. It does come naturally to us but we didn't mean to upset you."

"Are you okay, Malfoy?" George asked.

The question caught her off guard. Talking of her emotions wasn't really something she did growing up. In fact, her mother being a very gifted Legilimens taught Draco and Aurora how to compartmentalize their emotions so when they were older it would be easier to learn how to Occlude and protect their thoughts and emotions so no one would know them.