TRAINING WHEELS | draco malfoy ✔️

10. the slytherin jumper

TRAINING WHEELS—
DRACO'S JUMPER.

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Cedric had survived. Harry had survived. Krum and Fleur had survived. It was a miracle, really-- considering how huge those dragons had been and how badly they'd wanted to protect their golden eggs. If Amora was being perfectly honest, most of it had been a blur to her. She'd spent the majority of the time with her head buried in her hands, trying not to panic when the dragons swooped too close to Cedric or Harry.

But alas, everybody had retrieved their golden eggs some way or another, and Hufflepuff was celebrating large, just like Amora assumed Gryffindor probably were. Her cousin as the centre of attention and she had been the first to congratulate him, telling him how incredibly smart he was for using the Transfiguration spell on a rock to change it into a dog and distract his dragon.

Music blasted throughout the Hufflepuff common room and some seventh years had snuck in Firewhiskey which was being handed around in small quantities. Amora looked at the drink in her hand and sniffed it, cringing at the strong smell of alcohol. She'd had wine with her parents at home before, but never Firewhiskey.

"I'll do it if you do it," Leon grinned and the two of them mimicked the twins drinking their ageing potions, linking their arms and lifting their drinks to their lips.

Amora nearly regretted drinking it as soon as it slipped past her lips, slightly burning her throat. She wasn't allowed that much since it was mainly being passed around the older years, but it was enough to hurt a bit. Leon laughed as they pulled away, wiping his lips with the back of his hand.

"That was gross!" Amora giggled.

"It wasn't that bad!" Leon disagreed. "But no more."

"Everybody give it up for Cedric!" Benny boomed as he pulled himself up onto one of the tables and dragged Cedric with him, lifting his arm up.

Cedric grinned as he bathed in the glory he was already receiving, everybody chanting his last name whilst he lifted the golden egg in his other hand. Amora clapped her hands and chanted too, less nervous about the next tournament now that she knew Cedric could look after himself.

"Thanks, guys," Cedric waved for them to quieten. "I just wanna say thank you for all of the support you've been showing recently. Let's win the next one too!"

Everybody cheered, so loud that Amora felt it buzz through her entire system. She laughed blissfully as the music switched back on, some song by Weird Sisters started to play. Leon grabbed her, insisting that he loved the song above all of the other witches and wizards singing along. Amora danced with him, tilting her head to the ceiling and losing herself in the music.

For a split second, Amora thought about Draco and how he was probably in bed right now, not celebrating whatsoever. A smile took over her face-- this had been a victory for the Hufflepuffs.

D.M + A.B

Amora woke up late like she did most mornings. With a poke to her side and a few concerned words from Hannah, the brunette was left alone in her dormitory, scrambling about to get dressed for breakfast. She brushed her teeth and washed her face in just over three minutes and quickly brushed her hair.

Without really looking, Amora's hands reached in her trunk and she grasped her uniform, slipping it on. After tying her shoes and spraying some perfume, the Hufflepuff brunette was dashing for the Great Hall, hoping to make it in time to not have to rush her breakfast.

The Hufflepuff table was sparse from a lot of sixth and seventh years, most likely due to the fact that they'd consumed too much Firewhiskey the night before. Leon still wasn't there when she came down, so she wandered over to the Golden Trio sat at the Gryffindor table. She did like her roommates, but Merlin could they be too much sometimes-- especially in the mornings.