The Lost Potter-Draco Malfoy

Chapter 42 ✔️

I sat on Draco bed in his dorm room watching as he got ready for the quidditch match he had against Gryffindor. I watched him stand in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection in the mirror.

"I'm going to win this match. I'm so good at quidditch, I'm better than your brother, I swear." Draco said as he fixed his hair in the mirror. I didn't know why, the wind was going to ruin his hair anyway. 

"I believe you Draco." I replied, not looking up from the book my noses was currently in. 

"If only you were a Slytherin, then you can cheer for me." Draco said, I heard his footsteps walking closer to the bed, but I didn't look up. 

"I'll tell you how great you were after the match." I laughed, lifting my gaze. Draco stood next to me, his broom in hand. He kissed me on the lips, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. 

"I have to go now; the match is starting. I'll see you later. Come meet me after my quidditch match?" He asked. I nodded.

"I will," I waited for Draco to walk out of his bedroom and giving him almost five minutes before wrapping Harry's invisibility cloak around myself, and managed too quietly sneak out of the Slytherin common room without anyone noticing. 

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"There you are Charlotte. The match is just about to start!" Parvati said as I found them on one of the bleachers in the Gryffindor's side. 

"I'm sorry, I was with... Draco," I whispered to them. Parvati and Lavender giggled. My cheeks turned red. 

"Oh, shut up you too! I was just wishing him luck before the match started." I rolled my eyes but it just seemed to make them laugh even harder. 

"And it's Johnson - Johnson with the Quaffle, what a player that girl is, I've been saying it for years, but she still won't go out with me - "Lee shouted into his wand, that he was using as a microphone. 

"JORDON!" Professor McGonagall shouted.

"Sorry professor! It adds interest!"

"Look, there's Potter searching for the snitch. I might say that his sister is just as hot as Angelina! Too bad she's not on the team! You know I want to ask her out but-"

"JORDON!"

"Okay, okay, last time, I swear! Back to the match! Angelina passes to Kate- " I couldn't hear the rest over Lavender and Parvati's laughter.

"Oh, shut up, you two!" I wasn't sure how my face became an even deeper shade of red but it did. 

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The match had ended with Gryffindor securing the win. I ran over to Harry, just as a the back of Crabbe's quaffle connected with Harry's back. I helped him to his feet, touching the back of his head to check for blood. 

"You okay, Harry?" I asked.

"Are you alright?" Angelina called over.

"Course I am," Harry said, shrugging the pain away.

"It was that thug Crabbe. He whacked the Bludger at you the moment he saw you'd got the Snitch - but we won, Harry, we won!" Angelina shouted. 

I heard a snort behind us, "Oh no." I muttered, turning around. Draco was vibrating with anger, his silver eyes were raging. I wanted to go over there and drag him away before anyone could lay a hand on him, but I couldn't. 

"Saved Weasley's neck, haven't you? I've never seen a worse Keeper... but then he was born in a bin... did you like my lyrics, Potter?" Draco yelled. I shook my head at him, trying to get him not to say anything. Draco's eyes caught mine, but he was so blinded by rage it wouldn't matter what I said.