RIVALS | [ d.m ]

Chapter 6

Quidditch
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"Okay hear me out," Ember threw another jelly-bean into her mouth, dropping her pencil. She hasn't even done one problem of her work—Which always happened.

Ember, Bexley, and I were sitting in the common room; working on our study guide for the test tomorrow.

"Do you think I could get an A if I let Snape see my boo—"

"Don't finish that sentence," Bex muttered, sending her a glare.

Ember's lips curved into a smirk. "It was only a suggestion... since we know I'm not passing this test." She mumbled, looking over at me.

I was already almost finished with it, since I worked on most of it with Zander a few nights ago.

I couldn't help but feel a bit of guilt for sneaking behind Em and Bex's backs— But they would kill me if they knew I was hanging out with him in the hours of the night.

"Hey Freya, lemme copy your work?"

I let out a laugh. "Not a chance," I rose a brow. "Unless you buy me a new pack of jelly-beans— Since you ate them all." I gestured to the now empty box of sweets. She sent me a wink before snatching my paper.

"You got yourself a deal, Rivers."

I watched as she began to copy down my answers, and I figured this was the chance to ask them about the quidditch match.

I chewed on the inside of my cheek—Clearing my throat. "So," I start, making both of them look over at me. I slightly shifted on the couch, pulling my feet towards my body. "There's a quidditch game tomorrow, and I was wondering if we could go together."

Bex's eyes narrowed. "Quidditch? Why would you want to go?"

I gulped. "I find it fascinating," I made up an excuse, shrugging my shoulders. "Plus, I heard our team is actually kinda good."

"I have detention," Ember mumbled, her face twisting. "Apparently it's against the rules to transfigurate Zabini into a Zucchini in transfiguration."

"You did what?" Bex's eyes widen, her mouth dropping in shock.

She then shakes her head. "Nevermind—Freya, I think it would be fun to go to the game." She replies to me, sending me a smile.

I returned it excitedly. "Really?"

She nods, standing up from the couch. She pulls her arm to the side to stretch. "Yeah, I actually used to play in second year." She admits, making my brows raise. "That was until Malfoy broke my arm, pushing me off the broom stick. And I was on his team."

I felt my smile drop at the mention of Draco.

"Oh."

I still hadn't spoken to Malfoy, and the incident happened a few days ago.

And just as if it was on queue— I heard someone come down the stairs. My eyes locked with Draco's as he paused right at the last stair; looking at all of us.

Ember turned her head, a wicked grin growing onto her lips. "Oh, hey Malfoy. Found any pigmentation yet?"

He sent he an icy glare. "I don't know, have you found your whore of a mother? Oh wait, she's dead."