Draco Malfoy fic in a Hogwarts universe where Voldy doesn't exist and everyone is alive and well.
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𝙒𝙊𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙒𝘼𝙇𝙇:
Somebody who is the reason for your happiness; a soulmate; a forever lover.
Somebody you find yourself thinking about constant...
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THE GAME
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The end of October signified the big Quidditch match everyone waited for.
Seeing as the twins, Ginny, Ron, and Harry were all on the Gryffindor quidditch team, I sat in the stands with Pansy since Blaise was going to be playing in the match.
"This is going to be a tough one," Pansy commented, hugging her coat tightly to get warmer. It was chilly out, with everyone bundled in coats, scarves and hats. "I have to say, I might be a little bummed if Gryffindor wins."
I laughed faintly. "I won't hold a grudge if you are."
I had no doubt Gryffindor would take the victory but if Slytherin happened to win, I don't think I would actually be upset. My Gryffindor friends would be enraged but perhaps it was because of my friends in Slytherin, I didn't think I would be too bothered.
Victory could easily be shared.
"You're sitting with the wrong crowd, Ambrose."
I looked up to see Draco standing in front of us. I had forgotten he was watching instead of playing this year.
And I take it back-if Slytherin wins, I may be slightly vexed because Draco wouldn't fail to rub it in my face.
"Oh, Draco-please don't start. The match is about to begin." Pansy cocked her head to the side, urging Draco to sit down.
He scowled as he took the empty seat beside me.
I nudged him lightly. "You ready to get your arse kicked by Gryffindor?"
Draco rolled his eyes, slipping leather gloves on. "Shut up, Ambrose."
Halfway through the game, the score was tied between Gryffindor and Slytherin. The tension was high in the air. Brooms zoomed past my eyes. There was so much action, so much whooshing in the air that I could hardly keep up.
The snitch had still not been caught and everyone was on the edge of their seats.
I was on the tips of my toes, gripping my Gryffindor scarf that was wrapped around my neck. I could see the outlines of Ginny's scrunched-up face, slight signs of frustration behind her eyes.
"Perhaps they shouldn't have let the Weasley girl be Seeker," Draco scoffed from beside. Frankly, he looked slightly bored. It was much less exciting watching for him, rather than actually competing. "She has no idea what to do, poor thing."
"Shut up, Malfoy."
High in the air, Blaise flew past me on his broom; chucking a quaffle through a goal hoop, he had scored a point for Slytherin.
"Fuck yes, Blaise is good." Clapping my hands excitedly, Pansy was bouncing on her feet beside me as hollers and chants broke out on the Slytherin stands.
