My Damned Lover: Third Year

Chapter 50

I swear, time passes by really slowly when I'm not with her. 

It was just yesterday that they had their little moment in the rain. He really wanted to spend every minute with her, but she was off with her Gryffindor friends. 

God, I've got it bad. This is wrong. What am I even thinking? Draco shook his head as he led Crabbe, Goyle, and Blaise down the spiral staircase. 

The sound of familiar laughter made him halt. His head jerked around so fast that his bone cracked a bit. He ignored the soreness and searched the crowd of students. He recognized that hearty laughter anywhere. 

There. In the colorful sweater. Her hair is in a ponytail again. 

Seraphina threw her head back and laughed at something Ron said. Hermione shook her head but smiled, and Harry grinned. 

Seraphina told a story with an animated expression, and the trio laughed out loud. 

Draco took a step closer. He desperately wanted to hear her story too. 

Draco spotted Harry putting an arm around Seraphina, and his jaw clenched with rage. Stupid fucking saint Potter. Get your hand off of her. Something filthy and pathetic as you shouldn't be anywhere near her. You don't even know who she really is. 

"Come on, Draco," Blaise said. 

Draco glanced at Seraphina who was now walking away with her friends. Her ponytail swayed side to side, and when she smiled, it made him soften. She was like a blazing hot flame of hope, goodness, and everything else pure in this world, and he was a blind moth that was desperately drawn to her. 

"Draco, what are you looking at?" Crabbe asked. 

"None of your fucking business," Draco snapped and led the way. 

The four of them went to the quidditch field. 

"Someone took our spot," Blaise said. 

Draco glared at Felix who grinned and waved back. His friends snickered and high-fived each other. 

"When are they leaving?" Goyle demanded. 

"You should ask your father to take them out, Malfoy," Crabbe chortled. 

Draco shot him a look but headed to the bleachers. He went to the top and sat down. His friends sat beside him and started talking about the school's hottest gossip right away. Draco wasn't remotely interested in who was snogging who. He stared at Felix with burning eyes and hoped that would make the boy feel uncomfortable enough to leave. 

Suddenly, Felix said much too loudly, "Guess who I fucked last night?" 

"Who?" His friends keenly leaned in. 

"Seraphina Blakewood," Felix said. 

Draco's eyes grew round with shock. It wasn't that he believed Felix because of course he didn't. She was with him all day and night yesterday, and he even walked her to her dorm after another round of Wizard's Chess. He was just furious that Felix had the audacity to make up such a shitty, bold lie. 

"No way!" 

"That chaser?! The one whose nose we broke last time?" 

"I knew you'd do it! How was the bitch?"

"She was... a fucking amateur. I guess it was her first time cause she didn't know shit. So I taught her a few moves." Felix wiggled his eyebrows, and his friends howled with laughter. 

Fucking liar, Draco stormed towards him. 

"Draco!" Blaise hollered, but Draco ignored him. Rage consumed him, and he needed to see blood. Draco pulled out his wand and pointed it right at Felix. "Levicorpus," he hissed, causing the Lagora student to hang by his ankles. With a snap of his wrist, Felix flew towards the other side and crashed into a row of bleachers. His friends shot up, but Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle took their wands out, indicating it wasn't a good idea to start anything. 

Crabbe gulped as sweat ran down his face. He was afraid the Lagora students would actually start something. 

"W-We should go. Malfoy?" 

Draco grabbed Felix by the collar and pulled him up. 

Felix smirked as blood ran down his lower lip. "Why? You disappointed I fucked your little whore?" 

Draco pointed the end of his wand right at his jaw and sneered, "You didn't fuck with anything, you fucking lying piece of shit. And if you call her that again, I swear, I'll kill you." 

"Go ahead. I'd like to see you try." 

"You don't think I can?" 

"Nope, cause you don't have the balls like your old man does." 

Draco's expression darkened as his eyes blazed with unspeakable wrath. He lifted Felix up and pushed him towards the edge. "If I let go of you, you're dead. It'll be so fucking easy," Draco sneered. 

"Drop the tough act and just do it," Felix said with a yawn. 

Draco gritted his teeth and made him lean further backwards. 

"MR. DRACO MALFOY, THAT IS ENOUGH!" 

Everyone looked up to see Madam Hooch. 

"Release him at once! And I don't mean drop him!" 

Draco shot her a glance before glaring at Felix. 

Felix smirked with triumph. "My plan worked." 

Draco had no idea what he meant but he didn't like it. 

"MR. MALFOY, I WILL NOT ASK YOU AGAIN," Madam Hooch yelled before blowing repeatedly on her whistle. Draco muttered a curse word before throwing Felix aside. "Mr. Malfoy, you and your friends will serve detention this Saturday. That means no Hogsmeade. Do not let me catch you trying to spill blood on my field again," Madam Hooch warned before storming off. 

Felix got up, dusted himself, and wiped the blood from his mouth. "For a Malfoy, you're pretty dumb. I'm kinda disappointed." 

Draco reeled back his arm to punch him, but Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle held him back. They didn't want another round of detention. Draco's shoulders heaved up and down with shallow breaths and he watched Felix walk away with his crew. 

What the hell does that sneaky bastard have up his sleeve?