!!DISCONTINUED!!
y/n diore is a beautiful, bright girl born into a dark family. One evening, she receives news that she thinks is just terrible. At least, until a couple months later when she doesn't think so anymore. Follow y/n through her happiest...
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"Banned." Angelina said in a hollow voice, late that evening in the common room.
Harry and george had both told us everything that happened when they left the quidditch pitch.
"Banned. No seeker and no beaters...what on earth are we going to do?"
It did not feel as though we had won the match at all. I sat between fred and katie, rubbing my temples. Was this draco's plan? Or was he really just wanting to get under everyone's skin?
"It's just so unfair." Katie said numbly. "I mean, what about crabbe and that bludger he hit after the whistle had been blown? Has she banned him?"
"No." I said miserably. "He just got lines, I heard montague laughing about it at dinner."
"And banning fred when he didn't even do anything!" Katie hit her knee with her fist.
"It's not my fault I didn't." Fred scowled. "I would've pounded the little scumbag to a pulp if you two hadn't been holding me back."
I chewed on the inside of my cheek. I hated that I'm always stuck in the middle of everything. I'm either supposed to hate draco or love him.
"I'm going to bed." Angelina said, getting slowly to her feet. "Maybe this will all turn out to have been a bad dream...maybe I'll wake up tomorrow and find we haven't played yet..."
"I don't think that's gonna work." I mumbled.
She ignored my comment, and was soon followed by katie. Fred and george sloped off to bed some time later, glowering at everyone they passed, and ginny went not long after that. Only harry, hermione and I were left beside the fire.
"Have either of you seen ron?" Hermione asked us in a low voice.
We shook our head.
"I think he's avoiding us. Where do you think he-"
But at that precise moment, there was a creaking sound behind us as the fat lady swung forwards and ron came clambering through the portrait hole. He was very pale indeed and there was snow in his hair. When he saw the three of us, he stopped dead in his tracks.
"Where have you been?" Hermione asked anxiously, springing up.
"Walking." Ron mumbled. He was still wearing his quidditch things.
"You look frozen." I said. "Come and sit down with us."
Ron walked to the fireside and sank into the chair furthest from mine and harry's, not looking at us.
"I'm sorry." Ron mumbled, looking at his feet.
"What for?" Harry said.
"For thinking I can play quidditch. I'm going to resign first thing tomorrow."
"If you resign," I said testily. "there'll only be three players left in the team." And when ron looked puzzled, I said, "Harry has been given a lifetime ban. So have fred and george."
