𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋| 𝐃.𝐌

Its my fault i know it was

Y/N ROWEN POV
If you looked closely you might see steam floating out of my ears from anger provoked by Draco. I carried on storming out of the haul enraged out into the corridor trying to pick up my speed because he was following me close behind.

"Y/N stop!"he shouted at me, running to catch up with me. "Y/N turn the fuck around and listen to me!"

I just ignored him, I couldn't care less what he had to say to say, his opinions mean nothing to me I'll stick to doing what I wanted.

Almost escaping from everyone and everything, I was catapulted onto a cold, dusty stone wall being clenched tightly on both of my narrow shoulders.

"Draco what are you doing get off of me!" I screamed at him, shoving him back so he would let go but he didn't move not even flinch.

"Your not going to that quidditch game, I can't risk you being hurt again!" He shouted in my face throwing my shoulders back forcefully again even more onto the wall digging into the brick, causing it to erode slightly.

"I appreciate you looking out for me but this is my decision not yours who knows maybe you might even get hurt!"

"Oh please I'm one of the best players I won't get hurt! Draco boasted in a cocky attitude.

"You know what I hope you do get hurt so maybe you'll get knocked of your high horse and see how actually shit you are!" I bitterly barked at him.

I saw his Face fall at what I said, I took advantage of his new lack of concentration and took his hands off my shoulders launching them back onto his chest generating him to stumble back away from me.

"Your nothing but a slut you know that!" He roared through gritted teeth.

"no I'm not just a slut I'm also a bitch who surpasses your skills in quidditch!"

I would be fooling myself if I didn't feel upset by Dracos Word choice, I thought maybe i meant more to him than a slut to occupy himself with when he was bored. Yet I was wrong, I was nothing more but something to give and receive pleasure to.

I liked him, I liked him alot, it was a foreign feeling as I tended to remove those thoughts from my head anytime they felt the need to seep through my consciousness.

Soon droplets of vulnerability circulated around my body peeking through my skin knowing I meant nothing to him, knowing I wasn't harboured away from savage intentions.

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The quidditch match later arrived, I was enveloped in anxiety compromised with excitement. My uniform gave me a sense of sustainability and being apart of something which, was new to me as I was always been alone.

I was trying to disregard Draco being in the match as-well, I knew he would make me lose my focus. It was my first game and I wanted to perform well, I didn't want to risk failing my first real match.

The command to play was struck and brooms went whizzing everywhere chasing after the prize, my job was to retrieve the quaffel and score points for slytherin. I had no doubts in my ability's to do so other wise I would not have been chosen, after all I did capture the golden snitch during trials!

I spotted the quaffle shoot pass me by being thrown by the opposite team, I dived into the opportunity to hold it captive in my arms then release it into the goals gaining points for the best team there was (slytherin).

Keeping my promise to myself, I caught it then raced across the field to make it worth something.

"TEN POINTS TO SLYTHERIN!" I heard boomed into the mic rebounding back projecting satisfaction onto my heart.

Everyone on my team were cheering me on at my achievement, everyone except from Draco. He was still floating above the rest of us with a sour face, even though I just put slytherin in the lead.

Ungrateful blonde bitch.

Resuming with the game, I caught a spectacle of gold in the corner of my eye I immediately looked up at Draco to see if he saw it to.

It was predictable that he did, I mean of course he did. He was one of the best.

But not better than me.

I flew back round to regain the Quaffle when the whole stadium echoed with gasps, I didn't understand why till my ears picked up a sentence from the crowd. "Was that Draco that got hit?"

My heart tumbled out of my chest when I saw for my own eyes what the situation was.

There was Draco passed out on the floor with an escalating bruise forming on his head, blood pouring out of his arm rapidly.

He was rapidly taken away on a stretcher being delivered to the infirmary before I could dive down to be by his side.

A pit of guilt made its way in my stomach at how this was my fault as I said I wanted him to get hurt in our argument.

"Come on Rowen don't worry about him we have a game to win!" Marcus called out to me.

"Play on without me!" I announced, flying my way back to the ground

I couldn't leave him, I had to be next to him, I had to be the one who was there for when he woke up.

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