Two weeks later, Chloe was in the stands on the Quidditch field, screaming at the top of her lungs as Draco hung upside down from his broom and streaked past the stands. He managed to wink at her as he swung back atop his Nimbus 2001.

The past two weeks had been like a dream come true. She woke up every morning a few minutes early so that she could luxuriate in her bed for a few moments. She beat everyone in Potions class, accidentally Transfigured her ponytail into a small python, and Charmed her shoes to tap dance down the halls while she tore after them, trying to disenchant those sneakers.

She had made positive loads of friends. A red-headed girl in her year named Ginny Weasley, who helped her with her ponytail in Transfiguration. An overly enthusiastic boy with a Muggle camera named Colin Creevey who practically fainted when she said she had met Harry. A strange blonde Ravenclaw with earrings shaped like radishes, who said her name was Luna, but most people called her Loony.

Back in the present, Chloe whooped as two scarlet Gryffindor chasers shot past her, followed broomstick-to-broomstick by Marcus Flint, a Slytherin chaser. A cool breeze followed them, and Chloe tucked her silver and green scarf tighter around her neck. Draco (called Malfoy by many of his friends and enemies) and Harry were neck and neck, shooting after a small, golden blur high above the field.

"GO DRACO!" she screamed. She wanted to cheer for Harry, as well, but she knew she would be alienated by the other Slytherins if she did. Malfoy pulled past Harry by an inch, reached out a gray-gloved hand, and snatched the blur out of the air. He raised his arms in victory, then lay tight to his broomstick and plummeted to the field.

The Slytherins ran down from the stands in a screaming wave of silver and green. Chloe used her height (or lack of it) to her advantage, worming her way through the crush of people to get to where Draco was standing. His green Quidditch robes were drenched in sweat, his hair stuck straight up, and there was a tiny cut under his eye. But he looked so triumphant, the Snitch clamped in his fist.

She gave him an excited hug, and he smiled in spite of himself. He handed the tiny Snitch to Chloe, and then allowed himself to be lifted up by the crowd and carried, cheering, into the Great Hall.