💚quidditch bet💚 •draco x reader•

• welcome back to hogwarts

•y/n pov•

i am fed up of this. for the last five years now, at the sorting ceremony whenever people see me. they gasp and make stupid noises.

yes i may be a bathgate and the worlds best female seeker, but still. it kinda pisses me off. my family are one of the most famous and respected pure blood family's to date.

everyone has been in gryffindor (including me) except a few being in ravenclaw and like one or two in slytherin. but that's beside the point. i am a human, no need to gape at me. i am just a normal girl with h/c hair and e/c eyes. nothing that different.

"welcome back to another year at hogwarts!" dumbledore announces as he starts his yearly rant, being near enough identical every. single. year. thank god i only have two years left of hearing it, i was getting extremely bored until i heard his next sentences.

"since last year, a lack of quidditch games have been taken place. because of this, i have made a last minute announcement to call for a gryffindor and slytherin match! it will be next friday. so be prepared team captains!" he announced.

fuck sake, i need time to settle back in, i really can not be arsed hearing harry harp on about the fact i took his place as team captain so soon, sometimes i wish i was in another house not going to lie.

quidditch is something i took to from a really young age, my dad was a really really good player, won the quidditch world cup one year. he taught me how to play and now here i am, at the ripe age of fifteen and a half, i am the worlds best female quidditch player. well, best female seeker, not sure if i'm the best player all together.

it just HAD to be against slytherin, they were our biggest competitors. having draco malfoy as they're team captain, means your going to be a good team. i find myself being quite curious about him, he just seems far too cocky sometimes. i feel like he cheats the majority of the time, i won't let him beat us though. i just can't. it would be such an embarrassment to me and my family's
reputation.

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the next night, the gryffindor team and i went for our first practice back since the summer holidays, "people! sharpen up!" i scream at everyone. jesus christ man what the hell happened to them, there skill near enough went p o o f.

"okay, we'll stop now. i cant be arsed with this right now" i say since i see the slytherins heading towards the training grounds. "oi bathgate! we are going to train. leave" malfoy spat at me. "don't worry your little ferret brain, we were leaving before you and your team of baboons came along" i say taking off my outer layer of uniform, making my leggings and sports bra seen.

"w-what did you call my team?" draco stutters out trying not to look at your assets which had basically been shown. "get over yourself. you know i'm going to win. that's just facts, there's no denying it" i spit back. "cmon let's go." i say to the team walking back to the changing rooms.

"gin, pass the body spray please" i say to ginny weasley, also known as my best friend for years. i wasn't so keen on her brother ron however. just seemed a bit prissy. "thanks" i say, "do you think they'll beat us?" she asks looking at me. i scoff. "not a chance, they have that... blonde cocky barbie as a team captain" i say back.

stop lying to yourself y/n, you know you like him. even if it's only a little, it's still there.

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"what you reading?" i ask plopping down on the seat next to ginny, "it's this muggle book, noughts and crosses. quite good" she says. i just raise my eyebrows and grab one myself, i decided on y/f/b.

"right." i speak closing the book, "im heading to bed. night gin" "night y/n/n" she says back, once i'm back in my dorm which i share with ginny and two other girls, i change into my pyjamas and wash my face, brush my teeth and brush my hair before getting into bed for the night. damn draco looked good in that quidditch uniform. what. the. fuck. was. i. just. thinking? i can not like him, it's not right. he's a slytherin and i'm a gryffindor.

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i get up nice and early to ensure i get a good breakfast as crabbe and goyle, or who we like to call cranberry and grape. don't know why, just called them that since first year.

they're that desperate for a fat scran that they'll eat the other tables food before they're own. couldn't let they're own house starve of course not.

"morning sir nicholas" i say smiling, "ah good morning y/n!" he says cheerily as he floats out of the great hall. thank god, the only people in here are a few gryffindors, a couple hufflepuffs, three ravenclaws. shit. and one draco malfoy, great. his goons will be here in a bit, i'll go eat while i can.

i grab some toast and fruit along with some water and tuck in, the food here is amazing. it'll be one thing i'll miss when we graduate in two years time. "well well, if it isn't bathgate." i hear from behind me, i turn to see draco standing. well. alone for once. "here to remind me to save some food for cranberry and grape?" i ask him, "who the hell is tha- oh. no i'm not actually. here to say that hooch has decided that there will be no more quidditch practise until after the game to make sure the pitch is clean and presentable" he says with a mixture of a smirk and a smile. "hm okay, i feel bad for you. you guys needed it!" i say pretend pouting, even though i know for a fact we need practise.

for some reason, that made draco choke on the apple he was eating and stutter for a few seconds. "if anyone needs practise it is you. your team isn't all that bad. just you y/n." he says. what he called me my actual name and not bathgate. hm weird

"what's that supposed to mean?" i snap. "lost your touch this year y/n/n" okay my nickname now? this is too weird. "my touch?" "yeah, not as agile i see" he says pulling a strange face and looking at my body. "i'm just bloate-" i stopped myself completing that sentence since i did NOT need draco malfoy of all people knowing i'm on my period.

his eyes widened, "oh uh- uh- um okay goodbye" he says before near enough sprinting back to the slytherin table. i laugh to myself, should maybe tell him i'm bleeding more often. keeps him away clearly.

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for some reason, the thought of draco being scared of periods stuck in my head all day. i found it rather amusing considering the slytherin prince seems to be fearless. clearly not.

it's quite cute that he's awkward about them though

um what the hell shut it

i am your thoughts you can't escape me

ugh fine. i have thought many times whether i like draco or not, i most of the time say not a chance but when i think deeply about it. i cant help but think

could i y/n bathgate really like draco malfoy?

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