My Damned Lover: Third Year

Chapter 44

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The Gryffindor common room was a mess, to say the least. They were celebrating today's victory, and the air smelled like chocolates, butterbeer, and fireworks. Everyone oohed and ahhed over the twins' tricks, and Seraphina had to admit they really knew how to mesmerize a crowd. 

Seraphina laughed as Ron's hair turned blue. 

"TURN IT BACK! GIVE ME MY GINGER BACK!" 

"They're so silly," Hermione sighed as she sat beside Seraphina. 

"You gotta admit. They're clever. Maybe I can ask them to help me dye my own hair." Seraphina touched the strands of her hair and tilted her head in wonder. 

"Are you sure you're okay? No injuries? Maybe you should've let Madame Pomfrey check you out," Hermione said with a worried frown. 

"Oh, no. I don't want to give the poor woman another heart attack. I've scared her enough this year," Seraphina chuckled. 

"I suppose you're right. She probably has her hands full with the Slytherins." At the mention of Slytherin, her thoughts automatically shifted to Draco. She wondered if he was okay. She hadn't seen his injury because she had been too busy trying to score another point for the team. 

"I didn't know he'd go so far," Hermione said. Seraphina snapped out of her thoughts and looked at her. "Who?" 

"Draco."

 "What do you mean?" 

"You didn't see him get hurt?" 

"No. I mean, my tribulant turned green... but I had to get the quaffle," Seraphina admitted, feeling slightly more and more guilty by the second. 

Hermione straightened up and studied her face. "Seraphina... you really changed Draco. Or maybe you brought out the real side of him. I don't know, but either way, he's not who he thought I was. Granted, I still hate him, but I have to admit, I'm really glad he did what he did." 

"What are you talking about?" Seraphina's stomach squeezed with fear. 

"Draco purposely put himself in front of a bludger..." 

"What? Why would he do something so stupid?" She chuckled in disbelief but paused when Hermione's eyebrows furrowed. 

"...Harry. So that Harry can come on the field," Seraphina whispered. She looked at her lap for a few seconds before mumbling, "I'll be back..." She went to the center of the common room where Harry was talking with Dean. 

"Harry, can I talk to you for a sec?" "Yeah, sure." 

They went to the side, and he asked, "What is it?"

 "Harry... can you let me borrow your invisibility cloak?" 

"What?" 

"Please... I really need it," Seraphina begged as she clasped her hands together in plea.

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Draco gazed at the dimming lamp beside him. The infirmary was eerie and chilly at night. He was used to the emptiness because it was similar to what he had experienced at home. He looked down at the tribulant and wrapped his fingers around it.