My Slytherin- Draco Malfoy

Chapter 25 (Year 3)

Draco's POV

I could barely see. The storm was horrible, as I tried to pass the quaffle in our match against Hufflepuff.

"Draco?" I heard Katie yell. I threw the quaffle at what I hoped was her. Then I heard someone scream, and a whistle blow.

"No!" I turned around, seeing Harry and his broom falling down.

"Oh, God," I whispered,

Dumbledore stood up, flicking his wand, as Harry got a foot from the ground, and landing carefully, unmoving

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"Looks a bit, peaky doesn't he though?" Ron said as we hovered around Harry's hospital bed.

"Peaky? What d'you expect him to look like? He fell fifty feet." Fred laughed, smacking Ron over the head.

"Yeah, c'mon, Ron. We'll walk you off the Astronomy Tower and see how you come out looking." George offered. Ron rolled his eyes.

"Probably a right sight better than he normally does," Harry muttered weakly.

"Harry! How do you feel?" Hermione asked,

"Brilliant." He muttered,

"Gave us a right good scare, mate." I said,

"What happened?" He asked, sitting up.

"You fell off your broom," Ron said.

"Really! I mean, who won the match?" Harry said, rolling his eyes. Everyone shifted uncomfortably, looking away from Harry.

"No one blames you, Harry. The Dementors aren't meant to come on the grounds. Dumbledore was furious. After he saved you, he sent them straight off." Hermione explained. Harry nodded.

"There's something else," Ron said, picking up the brown sack that held Harry's broom. Ron poured it into Harry's lap, looking heartbroken.

"We're really sorry, Harry," I said. He shrugged, trying to act like he wasn't broken up about the broom.

"Where's Wood?" He asked, changing the subject.

"Still in the showers. We think he's trying to drown himself," Fred answered. Harry chuckled, but his smile never met his eyes. I heard the hospital door open, and Dora peered in, searching for something before his eyes landed on Harry. She smirked evilly before taking out a camera and pointing it at Harry.

"Dora!" I yelled. She jumped, almost dropping the camera. The others looked around, confused, at the door.

"What are you doing!" I muttered, walking up to her.

"I just wanted a picture of Potter in his most helpless state." She said, trying to sound innocent.

"Get out." I pointed to the door, and she signed.

"You're no fun, Draco." Dora pouted before walking away.

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"It's meant to be the most haunted building in Britain. Did I mention that?" Hermione whispered as we stood watching the shrieking shack. She glanced at Ron from the corner of her eye, and I suddenly felt like the third wheel.

"Twice," Ron whispered, back.

"Should we move a bit closer?" She asked,

"Huh? Oh... All right..." They both took one step forward, without me, before stopping.

"Actually, it's fine from here," Ron said. Hermione nodded.

"Perfect."

"Should I leave or would you two fine remember I'm here?" I joked,