Draco Malfoy x Reader || Longstar

Chapter Twenty-One

It was nearing the end of the week and all my classes were done for the day. 

"I think I'm going to try out for Quidditch," I blurted out to Sasha as we walked out of the dorm. 

"You hate sports," Sasha said. 

"No, I don't, I didn't want to play volleyball in the other school cause I didn't get along with the people on the team," I said as I walked outside with Sasha. 

"You know what I heard," Sasha said as she smiled. "You're going to like it a lot."

I raised an eyebrow, "What is it?" 

"Draco's the new seeker for Slytherin," Sasha told me and I grinned. 

"That gives me another reason to play," I started. "But that's not my main reason, of course, I do want to play Quidditch." 

"Good luck," Sasha said to me and gave me a pat on the back. "You've got this!" 

I smiled and opened my palm. I was carrying the other black bracelet, trying to find the perfect moment to give it to Draco. I shoved it into my pocket and sprinted across the field to get to the Quidditch team, asking if I could try out. 

Once I got closer to the team I slowed down when I saw Ron and Hermione. Were they trying out too? Then I saw the Slytherin team. I walked more slowly as I approached Hermione and Ron. 

"See, Weasly, unlike some, my father can afford the best," Draco smirked. 

"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in, they got in on pure talent," Hermione said. "No one asked your opinion, you filthy little mudblood." 

Mudblood? I thought, confused. 

"You'll pay for that one Malfoy," Ron started and took out his wand. "Eat slugs!" 

He shot out a spell that backfired on him and pushed him to the ground. Hermione and I ran up to Ron and bent down to the ground. 

"Are you okay Ron?" Hermione asked, worridly. 

His cheeks puffed out, it looked as if something was inside his mouth. Please don't barf. I thought and looked over to the Slytherin team who was currently laughing. 

Ron turned over and Hermione said to him, "Say something!" 

He opened his mouth and a ginormous slug came out. 

"Oh, that's disgusting!" I cried out. 

"Let's take him to Hagrid's," Harry told Hermione and me. 

"You two go, I need to catch up with someone," I said and I walked back over to the school and mumbled. "Oh screw Quidditch, I'm not going to get on the team anyways."