Hold me under the stars-Drarry

Chapter 12

Song=Waves-Dean Lewis

Today was the official day for Quidditch try-outs.

Ron had been talking about it all morning, not stopping as we left home to catch the bus. Mrs. Weasley sent me out with a warm hug.

I loved staying at the Weasley's house. I felt like everything was so loud around me, but somehow silent. There was no one to yell at me. No one to spit insults at my name. There was room to breathe.

The Weasley's house consisted of a small, round, little cottage-like building with a tall hut where all of the bedrooms were placed. Inside the house, there were ornaments, souvenirs and all sorts of small decorations everywhere and most of the rooms were quite a mess, but I found it kind of charming.

Ron and I hurried to the bus as we saw it coming in the distance. The bus driver let us in, giving us a tired look as we hurried past him. At the front row, I spotted Luna sitting alone, gazing out the window. I flashed her a quick smile before we sat down at our usual seats in the back.

After some time, the bus doors opened and Hermione strolled in and sat down beside Ron. He continued his speech about chasers and bludgers, and I think I was finally starting to get the game.

"Each house has a Quidditch team consisting of seven players. Three of them are Chasers and their job is to score the goals. Then there is the Keeper whose job is to protect the goal. The Bludgers are in charge of defense, set to throw balls at the other team. There are two of those. And lastly, there is the Seeker. The most awesome position of course-"

"Yes, I think Harry has gotten it, Ron. You've already told him that thrice today," Hermione interrupted.

"The Seeker's job is to find the golden snitch worth 150 points, Hermione. Which Harry probably didn't know, because I haven't told him that yet."

Both of their gazes flew to me. "He's right."

Hermione sighed and smiled.

***

School went by as fast as a snail crossing the Tower bridge. Multiple sighs of relief escaped Professor Flitwick's class when the bell finally rang.

We hurried out of the class, a whirlwind of people around me.

A sharp, piercing pain hit me in the shoulder.

"Watch where you're going, Potter."

I turned my head to meet the stare of Malfoy looking down at me. He turned around and disappeared around the corner.

"Jerk," I murmured and hurried after Ron.

I don't know why Ron had insisted on finding a seat on the bleachers an hour and a half before the actual try-outs, but I didn't want to put down his excitement. Instead, I decided to get some snacks from the Hall.

I got down and turned to enter the building when I noticed somebody under the bleachers. I squinted to get a better look. I spotted the familiar blonde hair and rolled my eyes.

You've got to be kitting me.

I looked around in hesitation before ducking my head, entering the small space. As I got closer, I spotted Malfoy leaning over Neville Longbottom with one hand on the wall beside Neville's ear, the other hand grasped around a round little ball.

The situation was too easy to read.

"Give that back, Malfoy," I said. I felt the annoyance pounding beneath my skin. Why did this bloody ferret have to do such dumb shit as this?

Malfoy turned his head, not a single sign of surprise showing on his face as if he'd expected it to be me.

"And why is that, Potter?"He grinned, his grey eyes following my movements.