Draco Malfoy fanfiction ||her lost love

𝐜𝐡𝟖: 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞

~𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝐬𝐭, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟏~

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘

As I enter the Grand Hall, Hermione, Harry and Ron wave at me. I sit down beside Ron.

"Ron is right, Harry. You're going to need your strength today." Hermione says.

"Todays the Quidditch game? I thought it was tomorrow." I scrunch up my nose.

Snape walks to our table. "Good luck today, Potter. Then again, now that you've proven yourself against a troll, a little game of Quidditch should be easy work for you. Even if it is against Slytherin." He glances at us, then walks away limping.

"That explains the blood." Harry narrows his eyes, I stare in confusion.

"What? What blood?" I ask.

"Blood?" Hermione glances at Harry.

"Listen. Last night, I'm guessing Snape let the troll in as a diversion so he could try and get past that three headed dog but he got himself bitten, that's why he's limping."

"But why would anyone go near that dog?" Hermione questions.

"The day I was at Gringotts, Hagrid took something out of one of the vaults, said it was Hogwarts business, very secret." Harry says.

"What three headed dog?" I ask.

"Hermione, Ron, and I came across it a few days ago."

Hermione narrows her eyes. "So your saying-"

"That's what Snape wants."

I scrunch up my nose. "Why would Snape want to steal whatever that dog is guarding? Isn't he a Professor?"

Harry shrugs, "That's what we thought." The screech of an owl from above causes us four to look up. It's holding a broom shaped item with brown wrapping on it. Harry catches the broom carefully. He sets it down onto the table, rubbing his fingers tips on the wrapping.

"A bit familiar isn't it?" Hermione says.

"But--I never get mail."

"Let's open it!" Ron and I say at once, pulling at the wrapping paper.

We unwrap the item, pulling at the tied areas. Ron rips off the top of the wrapping paper.

"It's a broom stick!" Harry gasps.

"You don't say?" I rub my fingers on the stick, inspecting its newly cleaned stick, and the bristles delicately trimmed.

"That's not just a broomstick, Harry! That's a Nimbus 2000!" Ron says, wide eyeing the broom.

"But who-" Harry looks at McGonagall, she pets an owl, smiling at Harry from ear to ear.

**

I attempt to talk to Draco before heading to my common room to get my scarf.

I tap on his shoulder, he turns around in confusion.

"Are you excited for our first Quidditch match?" I grin.

"Sure," he shrugs, looking at my uniform, inspecting my skirt and robe, not prepared for cold weather. "Aren't you supposed to be in heavier clothing? It's the middle of November." Crabbe and Goyle stare at me, as Pansy Parkinson walks towards us from behind Draco.

"I am very enthusiastic to see how Harry will do as a seeker in Quidditch. He told me he was the only first year seeker in the century. Awesome, right?"

Draco crosses his arms. "That's unfair. It's all because he's the chosen one, isn't it? I bet a galleon our seeker'll catch the snitch before him."

"Draco's right. There isn't a way scar head'll catch the snitch before our seeker, he's in first year. So be ready for your lousy house to lose, Salvadore." Pansy sneers, walking towards me.

"Aren't I talking to a foul idiot who has no experience in quidditch at all? Jealous, are we, Pansy?"

"Bold of you to talk when you can't play either. Besides, Slytherin has won the quidditch cup many times, and if I'm not mistaken, you Gryffindorks haven't."

"Until now, that is."

"We'll see. Whoever is wrong has to pay the other 10 sickles. Or I reckon you're lacking of money?"

"Deal."

I walk up the moving staircases, to the fat lady in a painting. "Password, miss."

"Caput Draconis."

I rummage through my belongings, making a mess on the dormitory floor. I find my scarf near my bed. I roll my eyes, I had made a mess for nothing. I gather up my things as quickly as I possibly can before rushing out of the common room. Luckily, I made it to the Quidditch pitch before the game starts. I stand between Ron and Dean.

"Can you believe Harrys a seeker?" I gasp.

Ron smiles. "He'll go down in history! Go Harry!"

The Gryffindor team comes out, we cheer and clap. They fly on their brooms, I drape my scarf around my neck. Fred and George fly around flags, flexing their flying abilities. Ron and I cheer loudly, giving our houses the best of luck. "Go Gryffindor!"

"Hello and welcome to Hogwarts first Quidditch game of the season! Today's game, Slytherin versus Gryffindor!" Lee Jordan says, speaking in a loud megaphone.

Gryffindor and Slytherin cheer, Ron and Dean clap as hard as they possibly can.

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Harry flies on his broom, reaching out to catch the snitch. He loses balance, tumbling to the ground, standing up holding his stomach, as if he's about to puke!

"Harrys going to be sick!" Ron stammers. Harry leans forward, I cover my eyes in disgust.

He spits out the golden snitch, catching it carefully in his palms.

"He's got the snitch! Harry Potter receives a hundred and fifty points for catching the snitch!"

Madam Hooch blows her whistle. "Gryffindor wins!"

We clap and cheer, Ron give me and Dean a high five. I've won 10 sickles! Dumbledore smiles proudly.

Harry holds the snitch up, smiling from ear to ear.

**

I place my note in Ocean's beak, telling her to send it to Pansy Parkinson, the girl who's face resembled a pug. Walking to the library, I grip my wand tightly in my palms. I'm hoping that Pansy'll give me the sickles, and not stand me up. But, she most likely will. I arrive at the library, taking a seat at a small table with two seats, enough for Pansy and I.

A familiar girl flounces into the library, taking a seat in front of me. "What do you want, Salvadore, I was getting my nails painted."

"You still owe me 10 sickles, Pansy."

"So? I didn't actually mean that bet, I was kidding, and besides, Potter probably drank a felix felicis before the match, a cheater he is." She shrugs, glaring at me with her chestnut eyes.

I brush my hair out of my face. "You clearly stated that we would give each other 10 sickles if our teams won. And I don't remember you saying that you were joking. Please Pansy!"

"No!"

"Please? Just this once?"

"I'm not giving you anything!" Pansy screams, almost catching the attention of Madam Pince. She gets up, walking towards the entrance. I act fast, grabbing my wand and pointing it straight at Pansy.

"You'll pay for that one! Petrificus Totalus!" I screech, Pansy falls to the ground, as stiff as a rock, her legs and arms stuck together. I stealthily walk towards Pansy.

I reach into her uniform pocket, taking out a few galleons and--there they were, sickles!

"Well, I'll be going now. Hang in there, Pansy, it'll be over soon." I hum, walking out of the library, galleons and sickles in my palms. I hope my grandmother doesn't hear about this, or Dumbledore. I wish I had come up with a better way to convince Pansy to give me my sickles, but she definitely deserves this.