Polar Opposites (Draco Malfoy)

6

It was my first breakfast of the year. I walked down to the great hall at Draco's side. While Crabbe and Goyle practically just walked behind us like guards. Zabini & Riddle went elsewhere, they were going to meet us at the table anyway.

"You have to come to my Quidditch practice." Malfoy continued, he was telling me all about Gryffindor & Slytherin's rivalry. Especially when it came to Quidditch.

Harry had told me every little detail about Quidditch, so I knew quite a lot for the most part, but I'd never seen it.

"Okay okay." I gave in while giggling, "I'll come." I sat with Draco at the Slytherin table, with Crabbe & Goyle across from us.

Draco looked over at the entrance door of the great hall and asked the two across from us, "Are Blaise & Mattheo still smoking?" Questioned Goyle.

"Probably." Answered Crabbe with a mouthful of toast.

"What exactly are they smoking?" I spoke up.

"Weed." Draco answered.

"And we didn't get invited?"

"I prefer not to do that stuff." Said Draco, taking a swig of pumpkin juice, "Not when I have classes anyway. But next time, I'll tell them to take you with them."

"No." I argued, "I'd rather them want to invite me. I don't want them to feel obligated to."

Zabini & Riddle sat down on the outside of Draco & I. Riddle next to me & Zabini next to Draco. I could hardly comprehend why Zabini wasn't fond of me, but we just met, so maybe he wasn't too much of a people person.

I looked at Riddle innocently, as I chewed on the toast in my mouth. His eyes were bloodshot red and dilated. He noticeably moved slowly as he reached for a biscuit in front of him. I looked back at my own plate, and no longer had an apatite. "You gonna eat that?" Riddle pointed at the other piece of toast on my plate while he had a mouthful of biscuit.

"No." I replied, sliding my plate in front of him.

I saw Anala sitting on the corner of the Slytherin table by herself again. Guilt shot through me like goosebumps. Her & I made eye contact, she forced a smile upon her face, and of course, I smiled back at her. "You know Osborn?" Asked Zabini.

"Yeah. Why?"

"She's just a loner. That's all."

"She's nice." I defended.

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Mattheo was the only other person who was interested in being friends with me. Crabbe & Goyle are like body guards, meanwhile; Zabini was just a dick to me along with Pansy and her group of obnoxious Slytherin girls.

I was watching Draco practice quidditch from a bleacher. I said "Thank you." as Riddle handed me a soda and sat down next to me. He smiled at me in response. "Draco is actually pretty good." I tried to spark a conversation.

"Not as good as Potter." Mattheo replied.

"How?"

"Your brother always catches the snitch."

I hate him.