Hold me under the stars-Drarry

Chapter 45

I don't think this chapter needs a song:)

Harry

I felt the sticky sweat cling to the back of my uniform as I ran across the field.

Oliver's distance cries resounded in the wind behind me as I reached the goal.

"Great job, people," Oliver breathed, as we entered the Quidditch room. It was a little square shed, with photos of former victorious teams decorating the walls. At the end of the shed, a locker stood with old Quidditch trophies. I knew Oliver guarded that locker with his life.

I fell down on a red chiffon couch and closed my eyes in exhaustion. Oliver had made us run 20 rounds on the fields and afterward sprint 2. I couldn't feel my legs, and all I smelled was sour sweat. If this was what Oliver meant by a warm-up, I wasn't sure any of us would be alive when we reached the actual game.

My heart was still thumping hard against my chest, and I barely even had time for breathing before Oliver spoke again.

"Time's up folks, let's go do some real work."

All of the Gryffindor team sighed in sync, but Oliver didn't even raise an eyebrow.

That was it. He was crazy. He had to be.

My head turned towards Alicia Spinnet and I knew she was thinking the exact same thing. We grinned and walked out on the Quidditch field once again.

Green and yellow banners were hung all over the stadium, snakes and badgers plastered onto their colors.

Later, after our practice, a match between Hufflepuff and Slytherin was being held, and I knew everyone was excited to see Hufflepuff play after yesterday. I don't think anyone had played that well together in a very long time. And I had to admit, Cedric had in fact looked very good in that seeker uniform.

As we walked past the bleachers and out onto the green field, my attention turned to follow the quiet mutters of a quite obviously, private conversation.

Stopping to see if anyone was behind me, I saw a flash of black boots and another pair of shoes on the other side.

The rest of the team hadn't noticed anything and had walked straight out to the field. j I looked to see if anyone had noticed me, diving under the bleachers and walking closer.

I hid behind a row of chairs and gazed down at the voices.

A guy with a hoodie and army cut leaned against one of the poles as someone else leaned closer. The blonde hair was too distinctive to miss.

"Chill, Draco, you know you'll beat them," the guy said. He had big round lips, and they moved softly as he spoke.

"But what if we don't? You saw what happened last time. With that filthy, little mudblood to a Potter!"

A shiver went down through all of my body at the sound of my name. Like a lightning bolt, it sent me into a frenzy, and my head suddenly started spinning. my head started spinning.

"Jesus, you need to relax, Draco," the guy said as he held Malfoy's stare.

I hated the way he said his name.

"It's Hufflepuff of course we'll win. I mean even their name sounds like a mixed pot of glitter and puke. They're too soft to play for real."

"Okay, I think you are a bit too confident. They played pretty well yesterday you know."

"Blaise, did you want to help me or not?"

Only then did I realize that Malfoy was holding something weird in his hand. The snitch.

Was he...

No. Would he really do that?

I took a step closer and regretted it almost instantly. I lost my footing, falling head over heels and almost revealing my hiding spot.

My lips formed a thin line, as both voices stopped.

"What was that?" Malfoy whispered.

"Do you think someone is there?" Blaise asked.

Fucking shitass. I was screwed.

"Who's the paranoid one now?" Malfoy smiled. A smile I'd never seen before.

And then I realized. Was he...? Were they...? I felt stupid and sick.

I started walking backward, Malfoy's sick smile playing in my mind.

I walked out from the bleachers, only now looking back, and as I turned my head to observe them one last time I could swear my stare was returned. Those piercing grey eyes met mine.