My Slytherin- Draco Malfoy

Chapter 74 (Year 6)

Draco's POV-

The next couple of days were a bit tense, but eventually, Harry and I both pretended as nothing happened. Ron, on the other hand, had been asking non-stop questions about it. It seemed to take his mind off the match against Slytherin we were about to play.

"Wait!" He yelled suddenly at breakfast, making me cough on my drink.

"Yes?" I asked,

"She was... ew! The girl in the broom closet." Ron said. Harry shifted uncomfortably and glared at Dean for some weird reason.

"I thought we already established this?" I asked.

"Disturbing," Ron muttered, as Hermione ran in and plopped herself next to Harry.

"How are you three feeling?" She asked,

"Fine," Harry answered for us as he handed Ron a glass of pumpkin juice.

"There you go, Ron. Drink up." He said. Ron grabbed the goblet, about to drink it, when Hermione screamed.

"Don't drink that, Ron!" The three of us glanced at her, confused.

"Why not?" He asked Hermione, glared at Harry.

"You just put something in that drink."

"Excuse me?" Harry said,

"You heard me. I saw you. You just tipped something into Ron's drink. You've got the bottle in your hand right now!" Harry tucked a tiny bottle into his pocket.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Hermione turned to look at me for help. I smirked into my goblet.

"I didn't see a thing."

"Ron, I warn you, don't drink it!" Hermione said, but Ron downed it all in one gulp.

"Stop bossing me around, Hermione," Ron told her, as we watched her whisper something to Harry. They whispered back and forth before she stood up and walked out.

"Nearly time," I said. We stood up and walked out of the hall and down to the quidditch field.

"Pretty lucky the weather's this good, eh?" Harry asked Ron.

"Yeah," Ron said, but he still looked a bit pale. We walked into the changing rooms where Ginny was already changed.

"And guess what? That Slytherin Chaser Vaisey — he took a Bludger in the head yesterday during their practice, and he's too sore to play! And even better than that — Jones gone off sick too!"

"What!" I asked,

"She's ill? What's wrong with her?" I asked,

"No idea, but it's great for us," said Ginny brightly. "They're playing Harper instead; he's in my year and he's an idiot." Harry grinned at her as we pulled on our quidditch robes.

What's wrong with her? Is she alright? Why should I care? I don't. It's good for Gryffindor.

I thought as we walked outside. Harry turned to Ron.

"Fishy, isn't it? Malfoy not playing?"

"Lucky, I call it. And Vaisey off too, he's their best goal scorer, I didn't fancy — hey!" Ron stopped in his tracks.

"What?" Harry asked. Ron glared at Harry.

"I... you... My drink... my pumpkin juice... you didn't...?" He whispered. Harry raised his eyebrows at him.

"We'll be starting in about five minutes, you'd better get your boots on."

The match had started, and it seemed as though the potion was making Ron save every goal. The Gryffindors were now singing a different tune, but finally, Harry caught the snitch.