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I’m Sorry

Main character: Draco Malfoy

Word count: 1,934

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The wind swept through your hair as you soared through the air on your broomstick. The cries of the crowd were barely audible to you as you had your entire mental capacity was overtaken by your concentration on the snitch which was powering away from you at lightening speed. You looked to your left and saw Malfoy pushing closer to the snitch. This was your moment. If you didn’t catch the snitch now then it would all be over for you. You edged your broom to go quicker and the snitch slowly drew closer, your hand outstretched in front of you, your fingers wriggling to grasp the golden sphere. Closer… Closer! Just as your fingers were an inch away you heard a voice. “Wake up. We need to go for breakfast.” You looked around confused.

“Wake up. Come on, we have quidditch today!” You opened your eyes groggily, the blurry face of Ginny Weasley in front of you. You sighed, it was a dream. You still had the quidditch match ahead of you.

Pulling yourself out of bed, you quickly changed and followed Ginny down to the Great Hall to get breakfast and talk quidditch tactics. Of course you wanted to win this match for the honour of Gryffindor but you also had another agenda that was pushing you to become even more hungry for the win. And that agenda was that you wanted to wipe the smug look off of your arch rivals face. You hated the way he smiled at you with a snide look, like he was better than you. You had to beat Slytherin. You just had to. You piled your plate high with delicious breakfast foods, you needed to keep your strength up for the match. Just as you and the rest of the team started to discuss tactics you were interrupted.

“I hope you don’t think you can win this match… Look at your team. Two Weasley’s who’s brooms are older than their grandparents, Johnson is weaker than a birch tree, I’ll give you that Bell is a rather talented player but Kirke and Sloper couldn’t hit a bludger if it punched them in the face and well… you guys hardly have the best Seeker, do you? I don’t have many nice things to say about Potter but he was a decent seeker.” Draco droned on, you felt the anger seething within you.

“We could kick your butt any day of the week, Malfoy.” You told him through gritted teeth.

He sneered in your direction before walking away, his team in tow. You knew from that moment that the stakes had just been ultimately raised even higher. You needed to win today. Shovelling food in your mouth, you threw your cutlery on the ground before getting up to make your way to the Gryffindor changing rooms where your team shortly followed you. They knew how important this match was not only to the house but to you. You had been taunted and teased by Malfoy for years, you needed to be able to put him in his place once and for all.

“Right guys. We need to pull out our A-game today. I know you can swipe this game right out from under Slytherin’s nose but to do that you need to be stronger. You need to be faster. And you need to be hungrier. You need to dodge those bludgers like you’ve never dodged them before! And as for the snitch… leave that to me.” You smirked as your team started riling up, getting ready to go out into the ring.

You and your team walked out on to the pitch, heads held high as the Gryffindor kids in the stands roared sounds of praise and encouragement to you and the team. This win meant so much to everyone, even Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw were rooting for you to beat Slytherin. As you reached the middle of the pitch Madam Hooch spoke.

“This is fair game. No foul play, I don’t want to be taking anyone up to the hospital wing this game please kids.” She spoke sternly before ordering you to mount your brooms.

You watched Malfoy with eyes like daggers, he looked back at you with a smug grin. “Good luck, kid. You’ll need it.” He smirked. With that, the game began and everybody soared into the air.

You watched over the game closely. Ron was looking secure in front of the middle goal post as the quaffle was passed from Ginny, to Katie, back to Ginny then over to Angelina who quickly plucked the ball through the third hoop, slowly missing the hand of Miles Bletchley, the Slytherin keeper. You then watched as Crabbe sent a bludger flying towards Kirke who quickly pummelled the angry ball back at him. Ginny planted another quaffle past the Slytherin keeper, the Angelina pocketed yet another ten points for Gryffindor. You could tell, from your vantage point which was some way above the rest of game, that your team had brought their all to the game and all of your hard work had paid off. This was looking great.

Within minutes of Angelina’s second goal, Slytherin’s chaser Montague pocketed the first goal for the Slytherin side. You sighed, mentally bashing yourself for not training Ron harder. The game continued to play out, an even match from both sides and no obvious stronger side. You had to give it to Draco, he had a strong team. Just as you were beginning to fall into deep concentration on the game you saw a flash in the corner of your eye. Your head snapped in the direction of the flash and there you saw it, darting around beside you. The Golden Snitch.

Without even thinking twice you moved, your powered through the air in hot pursuit of the tiny golden ball. Your sudden movement must have attracted the attention of Malfoy because before you had time to think of a plan he was hot on your heels, following behind you in a desperate effort to catch up and overtake you in pursuit of the snitch. You shot him an angry look before darting a left across the field, still following the trail of the snitch. You pushed your broom to go a fraction faster, you needed to catch this snitch because if you didn’t, it was over for Gryffindor.

“I hope you don’t think you’re going to catch the snitch. You’ve got no chance!” Sneered Draco, who had managed to pull up on your right. “Not if I have anything to do with it.”

You couldn’t lose this. You narrowed your eyes in an effort to see better through the wind as you stretched your hand out in front of you. The snitch was nearly in reach, you could almost hear the roars of the crowd that would great you once you clasped your hand around the golden snitch. Edging closer and closer, you closed the distance between you and the snitch and just as you wrapped your fingers around the snitch everything went black.

Although your vision was blurry when you came around, you could make out that you were in the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey was on your left fiddling with some bandages on your arm. What happened? Why were you in the hospital wing? As your vision began to clear you realised that Madam Pomfrey was not the only person watching over you. Sat on your right was none other than Draco Malfoy, a somber look on his pale face. You were confused, why would he be there? Did he do something to you? You sat up quicker than light and looked around at Madam Pomfrey.

“What happened? Why am I here?” You asked, needing desperately to know what happened.

“You were knocked off of your broom dear, came in to me unconscious. It looked like you had been hit with a spell or knocked off of your broom. If it hadn’t been for Professor McGonagall performing Arresto Momentum, you would most probably be dead. As for your little friend, he’s waiting here to be dealt with by Snape. Couldn’t even bare to lose a measly quidditch match, had to cheat. But sadly for him, you already had a hold of the snitch when he knocked you from your broom.” Madam Pomfrey told you as she placed a tankard of pumpkin juice at your bedside.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You knew that you and Draco did not see eye to eye but you never thought that he would go as far as to nearly kill you in an effort to win a game from underneath you. You felt your blood boil as you turned to look at Draco who had an extremely guilty look on his face. He couldn’t even look you in the eyes.

“What the heck, Draco! You couldn’t bare to lose that much that you had you try and kill me to get your hands on a stupid snitch! You are something else, Draco Malfoy! I’ll make sure you never touch a broomstick for the rest of the time you’re at this school!” You said with a cold anger in your tone. You expected Draco to react but he didn’t. He just shook his head.

“I didn’t mean to. I promise I didn’t. The end of my broom was hit by a bludger, it knocked me into you. I can show you my broom if you don’t believe me. Plus you already had the snitch when I hit you anyway so it would have been pointless even if I was going to do it. Madam Pomfrey said that you will be okay as long as you rest up. I’m sorry I knocked you off your broom…” Malfoy spoke with a strong air of regret in his voice as he looked at everything in the room that wasn’t you. You couldn’t tell if he was lying or not.

“And why should I believe you? Everyone knows you hate me more than anything! You’ve grown up around dark wizards, pushing someone like me off a broom doesn’t put a dent in the awful things you’ve probably done to people and-“

“I’m not like them. They want me to be but I am not. I don’t want to hurt anyone… especially not you.” Draco said, finally looking at you. “I would rather lose my left arm.” He said with a chuckle.

Were you hearing what you thought you were? Did Draco Malfoy just say he would rather lose an arm than hurt you? You had never thought that maybe Draco’s actions were just a front he put on for his friends. You had never considered that he may not be the cold, steely person you had always thought he was. Maybe he actually had a heart. You couldn’t help but feel bad for making assumptions about him based on his family name and his pure blood history. You felt awful.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to assume. I shouldn’t have automatically blamed you like that. Knocking my broom was obviously an honest mistake. Don’t worry about it.” You said, with a soft smile. You reached your hand out and placed it over Draco’s.

“It’s okay. When you’re a Malfoy you learn to get used to it.” He chuckled, colour flushing through his cheeks. He paused. “…Say. What would you say to letting me make it up to you for what happened during the match. Maybe we could go to Hogsmeade and get some tea, my treat.” He smiled small.

“I would love that.” You replied.

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I’m Not That Grindelwald Girl

Main character: Draco Malfoy

Word Count: 1,309

Requested? Yup

-DRACO P.O.V- I was sat a breakfast, Crabbe on the one side, Zabini on the other and Goyle and Parkinson sit opposite me. We weren’t really chatting too much, more just listening to a brutally detailed story that Crabbe was narrating about how he ‘roughed up some scummy second year Hufflepuffs’, his story telling skills were no less than non-existent which made what could have been a mildly entertaining story, undeniably disappointed. Nevertheless I continued to listen. My attention was broken by the sound of Professor Snape’s drawn out voice. “…And this is the Slytherin house table. This is where you will sit to eat your meals or if you are called to Great Hall for some other reason. I hope you will find yourself comfortable and happy amongst us while you are here.” Dragged the voice of Snape, but who was he talking to?

My answer was given to me when my eyes fell on a girl stood next to him. She seemed timid, shying away from the other students as though they were a different species. Who was she? And why had I never seen her before? Then my question was answered. “Thank you, Professor.” She smiled, her accent was rich and it flowed like a tidal wave. She was american. She must have come from Ilvermorny. This was strange, we never had people join the school late, the waiting list was so long that if you didn’t get in when you were eleven you weren’t going to get in at all. But somehow, this new girl had surpassed the system. I looked around for some indication that somebody knew who she was, Crabbe and Goyle looked just as confused as me, Pansy was not paying much attention then my eyes turned to Zabini who was eyeing the girl with look of ‘stay away’. This confused me even more.

“Do you know her?” I asked, looking at Zabini with a confused glare. He didn’t look back, merely nodded. “Yeah… She’s my cousin. Don’t worry, she won’t cause any trouble.” He replied. -P.O.V over-

You nodded at Professor Snape before walking down the length of the Slytherin table, trying to find somewhere to sit down where you wouldn’t be intruding on anybody’s conversations. Quickly admitting defeat when you worked out that the table was full to bursting apart from a few gaps surrounding a group of people. Sighing, you parked yourself in one of the spots next to a girl with dark hair that sat in pigtails on her head. “I told you to keep your distance.” Spoke a familiar voice. You looked up and saw the irritated face of your cousin Blaise.

“Sorry, I didn’t know you were sat here, I didn’t see you. There’s nowhere else to sit.” You told him honestly, twiddling your fingers nervously under the table. It was bad enough that you were starting a new school where you were sorted into a house notorious for pumping out dark wizards; but to top it off, the only person in the entire school that you knew in any way didn’t want to know you. “I guess while you’re sat here I should introduce you to my friends. This is Pansy Parkinson. Vincent Crabbe, we just call him Crabbe. Gregory Goyle, just Goyle. And the man himself, Draco Malfoy.” Blaise listed each of his friends, point at each one in turn. You looked around, giving weak smiles of acknowledgement to each person as they looked at you. None of them returned the smile in any way, you could tell instantly that these were the kind of people your parents had warned you about.

“Now remember, dear, this school is known for having housed some extremely dark witches and wizards. You-Know-Who himself went to school there. You know the history of our family and some of the people they have involved themselves with. Just remember that whilst some people will judge you and categorise you for undoubtedly being in the Slytherin house, you are more than just your house. We know you are a good person, we raised you that way. Don’t let these people trick you and manipulate you into becoming one of them.” Your mother spoke gently to you as the horseless carriage drew closer to the ominous castle. You nodded in acknowledgement to her warnings but you couldn’t shake the worry that you may, without realising, turn out like the people your mother had so gravely warned you against.

Days passed and people began to work out exactly who you were. You had bloodline connecting to a vast array of extremely infamous and awful witches and wizards, including links to none other than Gellert Grindelwald. You couldn’t escape your name much longer, people started to whisper and shy away from you in the halls. On this particular occasion you were on your way to Transfiguration when you overheard two girls whispering; “That’s the girl, the one related to Grindelwald. I can’t believe Dumbledore let her in, after all everyone knows Dumbledore hated Grindelwald more than anything.” You couldn’t help yourself, the words slipped out before you could stop them. “I am NOT ‘that Grindelwald girl’! I have a name and it sounds nothing like Grindelwald, or Riddle, or Malfoy! I am nothing like them! They are horrid, awful people!” You felt the tears welling up in your eyes, tears of both sadness and seething anger. The girls looked fear-stricken, you turned quickly and rushed away from them, you needed space before you exploded.

No idea where you were going or where you were going to stop, you carried on walking. Corridor after corridor passed before you heard a voice calling out. “Hey! Hey, slow down!” You turned around, your face now sodden with tears. It was Draco, the last person you wanted to see behind Blaise. You stood still, a steely cold look on your face as he approached you slowly. “What was that about? What happened back there?” Draco asked, an air of comfort and sympathy in his usually stern voice. You shook your head, you didn’t know what to say because you didn’t know what happened. You couldn’t explain how you had lost your temper like that. “Come sit down, tell me what happened. Transfiguration can wait, I’ll make up some excuse to keep McGonagall quiet.” You explained what happened and Malfoy sat there quietly, listening to everything you were saying. You explained what your mother had told you and about your family ties.

“…And my mother warned me that people in Slytherin were not nice people. She told me to stay clear of people like Crabbe and Goyle, their parents are death eaters, you know. I’m just so frightened that I’m going to become the person people think I am.” You were gasping for breath by the time you finished, everything you had been worrying about had come flooding out and, much to your dismay, Malfoy was on the receiving end. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to offload like that.” You sighed. You felt so deflated, you wanted to go home, back to Ilvermorny with your friends. “It’s fine…” He smiled.

After that day you and Draco began to spend much more time together, he told you about his family and you told him about yours. He had your back when people would point fingers at you. The two of you became very close, it was the start of a wonderful friendship, he came to visit you in the summer after fifth year and the two of you ended up being an item. You knew he was destined to work for Lord Voldemort, you knew his family history but he knew that you were not going to be like that so he never pushed it. It was the perfect relationship for you.

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Was It Really That Obvious?

Main character: Harry Potter

Word Count: 1,344

“So you’re trying to tell me that you need help with your potions homework because Quidditch practice is ‘really taking it out of you’? Harry, you really need to manage your time better.” You tell him matter-of-factly as the two of you speed down the corridor. This was not uncommon, for Harry to come to you the day before a piece of homework was due and beg you to help him, threading you another absurd excuse as to why he been able to even start it.

“Come on, please! You know you love me and you want me to pass.” Harry whined, you knew that if you weren’t powering through the castle he would happily drop to his knees and beg. Every time this situation arose you knew in your head that you should tell him that he made this problem so he needs to fix it, but your heart tells you that it is just more time that you can spend with Harry (as if you didn’t spend enough time together already, being best friends and what-not). “Fine. Meet me in the Gryffindor Common Room at 6pm. I’ll help you start it off.” You said, not looking at him, although you could tell from his voice that his face was beaming.

The day passed by quicker than the shot of a gun and before you knew it you were rushing away from the Great Hall, having finished a sumptuous dinner, to try and find Harry to get this work done for his potions class. He hadn’t shown up to dinner which wasn’t uncommon, he was often wrapped up with Quidditch formations or reading books that he had brought from home. After searching for what felt like forever, you heard his voice around a corner talking to someone, with a huff you tore around the corner, following his voice but what you saw shook you cold. Sure enough, Harry was stood there in the corridor but he was chatting and joking with none other than Cho Chang. Everybody in the school knew there was something going on between the two of them. Little did Harry know that you liked him… a lot. Without making a sound you scooted around on your heels and powered away from the two, trying your best not to cry until you were out of Harry’s earshot.

A few days passed and you had, without really meaning to, been giving Harry the cold shoulder. This time he had been asking you for your opinion on whether or not Mrs Norris was ever a person before she was a cat. You had shrugged off the conversation which led to Harry going off in a huff, mumbling something about Ron appreciating the topic more than you. You didn’t follow him, even though you wanted to. You wanted to confront him about what you had seen that evening but you knew the truth of the matter would hurt you more than you could bare. All of a sudden your thoughts were interrupted by a whirlwind of Weasley as the two lanky boys sat either side of you. “What’s up?” Fred asked. “Yeah, you’ve got a face like a smacked backside.” George followed. You sighed, looking between the twins as you tried your hardest to think of what to say.

“Nothing boys, don’t worry abou-“ You began to say, but you knew these boys very well and you knew they would find a way to squeeze it out of you eventually so you decided to give in before the fight even began. “… I saw Harry the other night getting close and cuddly with Cho Chang. And I know what you’re going to say, I shouldn’t be surprised, people have been talking about them for weeks, and you would be right but I saw them together and it really hurt my heart. I’ve never told Harry this… In fact I’ve never told anybody… I really like Harry. Like a lot. But I know I’m past my window of opportunity. He sees me more like a sister than anything else now we’ve been friends for so long. I just don’t know how to feel anymore…” You finally whittled off of your emotional rant and the boys were staring at you as though they knew you needed to get that off of your chest. “You don’t seem surprised…” You added, looking at them confused. “We’re not. We knew already, it’s written all over your face.”

Was it really that obvious? Did everyone know? How embarrassing. That would mean that Harry knew as well, he would have noticed. Maybe it weirded him out. You sighed, your head was a wreck. After chatting with the twins for a while about what you should do, they each gave you a hug and made their ways up to their dormitories as it was getting late. “Since when were you so close with the Weasley’s?” Came a familiar voice behind you. You turned around to a very confused and slightly angry looking Harry Potter. You frowned at him, what did he mean, you had always been friends with the twins? You stood up to face him. “What do you mean?” You asked defensively, crossing your arms across your chest. Harry stepped down from the archway that took you in and out of Gryffindor common room. He paced the room until he was on the other side of the puffy couch, facing you. “I knew you guys were friends but I thought that was it? Obviously I was wrong, you and George were cuddling up like you are a thing… Is there something you’re not telling me?” He asked, an air of sassy, know-it-all tone in his voice. You felt an anger brew inside you like nothing you had ever felt before.

“Are you kidding me!? You think you can slink around down dark corridors with Cho Chang and not tell me about it but as soon as I have one conversation with Fred and George you lose your head because I didn’t tell you? If you want to know what I was talking to them about I was talking to them about YOU!” You retaliated angrily, you could feel your hands shaking. “Talking about me? What is there to talk about? Nothing is happening between me and Cho, we are friends. She is obviously still upset because her boyfriend was murdered six months ago. I’m being a good friend to her. If you must know, I would have much rather have been with you that night instead of her. I don’t leave my homework until the last night to not spend time with you!” He said, it was like the words slipped out of his mouth before he could catch them. “What do you mean? You do it on purpose?” You frowned, looking at him with confusion. “Yeah… I like spending time with you… I like you.” Harry said, now looking down at his shoes as though they were the most interesting thing in the room. You were in shock, did he just say what you thought he did? “I like you too… a lot.” You chuckled. The tension in the air could have been cut with a knife as you dropped your body down on to the couch. Harry made his way around the couch and sat down next to you. “Are you serious? Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked softly.  “You and Cho…” You sighed. He chuckled and nodded, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer. “What do you say we take this information and see where it goes?” He suggested. -three months later-

You and Harry had spent a lot more time together, he had suddenly stopped leaving his homework until the last minute and the two of you had now been dating for close to a two months. You couldn’t be happier. You went to every Quidditch game of Harry’s and supported him in everything he did and he supported you in everything you did. You were the perfect team.

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