[✓] 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲. draco malfoy

112| Ron's First Match

''𝙄 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙢.''

𝗧𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘆. Harry had been training the new Gryffindor Quidditch Team and it's all came down to this. And more importantly, Ron is the new Keeper for Gryffindor. Of course, I wasn't there to congratulate him first thing in the morning. But, it was close enough. 

Per usual for the past few days, I woke up in the Slytherin Common Room. By myself, alone, on the couch. I had remembered a few things from last night, them being Draco walking into the Common Room late at night. Not only that, but Draco had came and cuddled beside me on the couch last night, too. Now, he wasn't here. 

He has made himself scarcer enough for me to not be able to ask him what has been up. Then again, I haven't had the nerve to do so. Maybe he was hiding something for a reason. I'd hate to think about what Harry had came up with, or what Hermione currently supports and I don't intend to think about that. 

Blaise and Theo accompanied me down to The Great Hall, where we momentarily separated. Blaise and Theo moved to sit with Pansy and Daphne, telling them a few things about the past few days. I told them it was fine to tell them about the information that was given in The Three Broomsticks, especially since I'm also technically staying in their Common Room. 

I sat at the Gryffindor table, across from Harry and Hermione. Harry cracked a small smile, Hermione not scowling at me, but still giving me a glance. Seamus stood at the door with a few people that I currently didn't know, also waiting for Ron to show. 

When he did, he stood at the doors of The Great Hall. A few people had cheered for him while others had done the complete opposite. Poor ginger man. Seamus went up to Ron, saying something about a bet he has on Gryffindor. I laughed a bit, which earned me a smile from the boy in discussion. 

At the Slytherin table, Crabbe had started shaking his head at Ron. Did he really want me to show him up again? I'll kill him next time. My eyes also happen to catch a lonely Draco sitting away from the rest of them. Well, isn't that interesting? Usually, Draco would be sitting in the middle of them all, starting the tease. 

But no, not this time. He was sat a few spaces from Crabbe, Goyle and the rest of the crowd. His forearms were rested against the table. His hair looked like it had been styled down, him suiting a black tux. Quite professional for a Quidditch game, but I can't lie, he looks outstanding in that tux. It just concerns me that he isn't eating or drinking anything. 

Ron sat down next to me, looking miserable. I shook my head, returning back to the Gryffindor table and currently the problem that Ron is supposably facing. 

''So how was it, then?'' Ron asked, inquiring about the dinner party that Slughorn had hosted. 

''How was what?'' 

''Your dinner party?'' 

''Boring. Be glad you weren't there.'' I put a hand on Ron's shoulder, humor laced with my voice. That seemed to make Ron crack a small smile.