Questioning (A Draco Malfoy Love Story)
I can't believe I'm doing this. I hate Draco Malfoy. I litterally flinched when I typed the title. Please forgive my grammar and spelling mistakes. I should try to pay attention in English this year. As always, I love comments! Since I'm not the best writer, I would adore constructive criticism :)
"He's become a Death Eater! He cursed Katie! How can you not see it, Harper" He raised his voice.
"Shut up," Hermione muttered nevously, glancing toward a few other Gryffindors who looked curious.
"Don't be thick Harry," Ron shoveled scrambled eggs into his mouth. "As if You-Know-Who would want a sixteen year old!"
I nodded. "He's right. I know you don't wanna hear it, but its absolutely unlikely."
Harry glared at the floor for a second. "Fine," He snapped and slammed his pumpkin juice on the table, stood up, and stalked out of the Great Hall.
"That went well," Ron flipped his red hair out of his face.
"Absolutely perfect!" Hermione said in a hysterical sort of way. Ron rolled his eyes. Lately, I had become the peace keeper in our little group of friends. With Harry obsessed with Draco and his Potions book, Ron angry about not being invited to the Slug Club and worrying about Quidditch, and Hermione warding off McLaggen, there was a lot of tension.
"He's got to stop blaming everything on Malfoy!" Hermione whispered to me.
"I know, I know," I said. "I'm not a fan of Malfoy, but he can't be a Death Eater. That's probably his ambition, but in what world would a sixteen year old be a Death Eater?"
"He just hates him so much, I guess." Personally, I detest Draco Malfoy. He arrogant and cowardly. He calls me a Mudblood on a daily basis. His dad works for You-Know-Who. Those are just three, I have thousands of reasons.
"Keep walking," I grabbed Hermione's elbow and steered her away.
"Harper! I'm pretty sure I had myself under control. It's you I was worried about." Hermione said.
"I started reaching for my wand," I admitted,"but I didn't. I walked away. Obviously. I'm proud of myself."
"Flibbertigibbet," I said firmly to the Fat Lady. She opened and we walked through the Common room to the girls dormitories.
"I've got Quidditch tonight," I hurried to get my practice robes on.
"Ok," She said quickly. Hermione wasn't fond of Quidditch. I live and breath Quidditch. I ran down to the field, where Harry was waiting. My heart starting beating a little faster. I'd always sorta had a crush on Harry. Hermione, being Hermione, figured it out. She's the only one who knows.
"Hi Harry," I smiled
"Ready for practice?" He asked.
"Of course! Where's Ron?"
"Great," I hopped on my broom and flew around the goalposts. This was where I belonged. I'd played chaser for Gryffindor since third year, when I finally had the nerve to try out.
"Let's go!" Harry bellowed at Peakes and Coote coming down towards the field.
When everyone arrived, we began practice. We had a pretty good team. Harry, of course, was an excellent Seeker. The three chasers were me, Ginny Weasley, and Demelza Robbins. Demelza took Katie Bell's place when she was cursed a few weeks ago. Our two beaters were good. Ron was the only problem. His issue was confidence. If he would just stop getting nervous and freaking out, he'd be a great Keeper.
Two hours later, we were hot, sweaty, and tired.Ginny and I trudged back to the castle together. After a much needed shower, I walked back down the stairs to say goodnight. Harry was seated on the couch, looking at the Marauder's Map.
"Hello," I said quietly.
"What?!" He jumped about a foot in the air.
"Where'd everybody else go?" I asked and sat down beside him.
"Ah. I guess that was a stupid question."
"Well thanks Harry." I said sarcastically. "I love you, too."
He didn't reply, just stared at that stupid map.
"Draco disappears off the map," Harry said suddenly.
"Um, I'm sure you just missed him, or the map messed up or something."
"The map doesn't mess up. And I didn't miss him," Harry stared intently at me. I avoided his gaze. "I know you think he's up to something. You're starting to believe it."
"No, I'm not," I said shortly and crossed my arms.
"I've known you for six years. You can't lie to me."
"I'm telling the truth!" I snapped.
"Come on, Harper!" Harry pleaded. "Just admit it! Please!" He looked me in the eyes. Ugh, those green, green eyes. I hate them. When you look into them you just can't look away.
"It's absurd," I croaked out. "Impossible."
What do you think? Should I continue? Comments, criticism, and suggestions are welcomed :)