The Potter Twins and the Philosopher's Stone [Draco Malfoy x OC]

CHAPTER 12

THIRD PERSON'S POV

"Seeker? But, first years never made it in the house team!" Ron beamed.

"Exactly!" Harry said.

"You must be the youngest Quidditch player in a-"

"-century! According to McGonagall!" Harry proudly said.

"Well done, Harry!" One of the Weasley twins said, popping out of nowhere.

"Wood just told us," Another one continued.

"Fred and George are in the team too, beaters," Ron spoke.

"Our job is to make sure that you don't get bloody up too bad. Can't make any promises of course. Rough game Quidditch," "Brutal But, nobody's died in years. Someone vanishes occasionally," "But they'll turn up in a month or two!" Both of them took their turn to speak and then left.

"Don't be worried, Harry. Quidditch is great. Best game there is, and you'll be a great too," Ron exclaimed.

"But I've never even played Quidditch, what if I make a fool of myself?" Harry complained to him.

"You won't make fool of yourself," Hermione said as soon as she joined both of them, "It's in your blood."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, confused.

Hermione led them to a trophies case. She showed them the names of previous seekers; 'JAMES POTTER'

"Harry, you never told us your dad was a seeker too!" Ron said.

"I... didn't know.

They looked at the trophies for a few moments-

"Elysia!" The trio heard someone call Elysia's name.

"Elysia!!" Draco called.

"What?" She said, calmly. She was walking faster and faster, away from him.

"I'm sorry!" He groaned.

Elysia ignored him as she walked faster and stopped when she saw Harry, Ron and Hermione standing in front of a trophies case. She waved; "Hey, guys."

"Um- Hey, " Ron greeted.

Draco finally reached them, "Elysia--"

"I told you, we're fine," Elysia gave him a tired smile.

"Are you sure?"

"Yup."

"Oh!" Harry beamed, turning to Ron and Hermione. "Elysia's going to be in Slytherin's Quidditch team!"

"What?!" All three of them shouted.

"Why you didn't tell me?" Draco complained.

"You were busy trying to apologize, I didn't get a chance to say anything."

No one said anything.

"What position you got, Elysia?" Hermoine asked to break the silence.

"Beater," She told them.

"Really?!" Again, three of them shouted.

"Mhm," Elysia answered. She tapped the glass of the trophies. "Y'all are going to break this glass case if you continued shouting, you know?" She chuckled. "Oh, Hermoine, I want to go to the library. Do you want to come?"

"Of course!" Hermione flashed her a big smile.

Draco's POV

"Of course!" Granger said excitedly.

"See you later, guys," Elysia waved at us as she and Granger disappear through the crowd of students.

I shrugged and started walking away to go to my common room before I felt a hand pulling my robe. "What do you want, Potter?"

"Stay away from my sister, Malfoy," Potter snarled.

"No, I don't see why I must do that."

"I don't like seeing you being close to her. Just. Get. Away. From. Her." He continued. "You're a bad influence to her."

"I'll decide for myself."

"Sod off, Malfoy." Weasley joined.

"This has nothing to do with you, Weasley."

"What's... going on... here?"

We looked at the owner of that monotone voice, Professor Snape.

"Nothing, Professor," Potter answered quickly.

"Really?" Snape asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," Weasley said quickly.

'Ah, these idiots going to get me in trouble as well,'

Snape stared at me and frowned; "Is it true, Mr Malfoy?"

"Yes, professor," I said to stop this useless conversation.

"If you say so, Mr Malfoy," He gave a little nod and walked away.

"I just save your house points, so I take that you have no more problem with me." I smirked and walked down to the dungeon away from them.

ELYSIA'S POV

Hermione and I waved at Madam Pince when as walked into the library and sat at a table in the middle of the library.

We did our homework in silence. I try to finish it as soon as we can, so, I can do some reading.

"Done," Hermione said, closing her book and rolling her parchments.

"Already?" I asked. "I have a few inches left, And I think I want to stick around to do some reading. You can go back to your common room if you want."

"No, I'll wait. I want to have some light reading too," Hermoine said and walked to the bookshelves.

I write a few sentences before I finished it and clean up. I went to a bookshelf. I saw a book that caught my eyes, 'Victorian Flower Language.' I took it and sat back next to Hermione.

"What book did you get there, Elysia?" She asked, trying to look at the book's cover.

"Something about flower language."

"Why are you reading it?"

"It just caught my attention," I said and continue reading.

"Mother's name is Lily... Lily... Aha! It means 'My regrets follow you to the grave.'" I hummed. This book is pretty interesting. I kept reading and recognized a few words like wormwood. The one Professor Snape asked about in our first class. It means 'absence' and also typically symbolized bitter sorrow.

'What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?'

"I bitterly regret Lily's death..."

"Elysia?" Hermione spoke. "Are you okay? Why are you crying?"

Crying? I touched my cheek and felt tears falling.

"No- Nothing," I told her, "I think there's too much dust in this book."

"Really?"

"Really, Hermoine!" I repeated her. "Oh my! Look at the time. We should be going!"

Hermione looked at her watch and nodded.

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