Dracotok Story

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Hey guys ik it's been a LONG time since I've updated this but I think I'll get back into updating this story and maybe even add some one shots or work on this other story idea I have. Anyways, stay tuned and enjoy :)

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It's the night of the big quidditch game: Gryffindor vs Slytherin. This game will determine the winners of the Inter-house Quidditch cup! You, Hermione and Neville are doing some face paint and makeup in your room. You all do the classic stripes of red and gold under your cheeks and you and Hermione braided your hair and put glitter on your scalps.

You know Draco's going to leave for the game early, so you go to his room to check in on him. "Come in" he says from inside his room. You walk inside and he's leaning against the counter with a glass of water in his hand. His school shirt is unbuttoned, showing his pale skin with his tie hanging over his shoulders.

"Dray, you have to get ready" you say.

"I'm just procrastinating" he says, looking at you a soft smile. There's a hint of nervousness in his eyes. "Have you come to distract me so I miss my game?"

"What! No." You walk over to him. "I've come here to wish you good luck" You say before kissing his cheek on your tip toes.

"I'm loving your anti-Slytherin makeup, darling" he says sarcastically.

"Just some house pride" you say with a smirk.

"Do you not have faith in me winning?"

"Do I hope you'll win? Yes! Do I think you're actually going to win? Mmm..." You walk backwards to the door.

"I hate you" he says with the biggest smile.

"We have the famous Harry Potter on our team." Your hand is on the door handle.

"Okay, get out!" He shoos you away, talking a Do from his glass of water.

You slip out the door, giving him a wide smile before closing it behind you.

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You take a seat in the stands next to Neville and Hermione.

It's finally time for the game to start. Everyone cheers as the two teams fly out on their brooms. You don't know if you should be cheering for Gryffindor or Slytherin. If Slytherin won, you wouldn't be able to show your excitement at all around your friends. You'd have to act depressed going back to the common room with them. On the other hand, you'll never hear the end of it from Draco if Gryffindor wins.

Draco shoots you a quick smile as they fly a lap around the field. You blow him a kiss.

The game starts with Gryffindor in possession of the quaffle. The announcer starts the rapid commentary. "Bell passes to Thomas- Thomas passes to Weasley! AND GINNY SCORES THE FIRST GOAL OF THE GAME!" The crowd cheers.

"YEAH GIN!" Hermione shouts.

"That puts Gryffindor in the lead ten to zero!" You hear over the loudspeaker. "Gryffindor leads twenty to zero- forty to thirty- seventy to forty- one hundred and ten to fifty!"

"How much longer do you think this will take?" Neville complains.

Not even three minutes later, it was obvious Harry spotted the snitch. Draco caught on and soon enough, was right on his tail. "Potter and Malfoy have spotted the snitch!" Reports the announcer.

After a couple sharp twists and turns, it could be anyones game. "It's neck and neck- who will be the one to catch the snitch!?" They both reach their hands out, inches away from the snitch. "And... AND... DRACO MALFOY CAUGHT THE SNITCH." A great roar of excitement erupted from the Slytherin stands.

"You've got to be kidding! We were winning the entire game!" Hermione rants.

Now that the game is finished, the announcer relays the final points. "That brings the score to Gryffindor with one hundred and ten points and Slytherin with two hundred points! And with a score like that added to their previous games... ladies and gentlemen, WE HAVE THE WINNERS OF THE INTER-HOUSE QUIDDITCH CUP!"

"Load of rubbish!" Neville complains.

You on the other hand jump out of your seat and run down the stands. You try to shout over the crowd for Draco to notice you, though he's too far away and crowded by his teammates who are all exchanging congratulations. They bring out a big silver trophy and give it to the team captain.

You run onto the field and into your boyfriends arms, leaving his lips and face smudged with red lipstick. Your fellow Gryffindors probably feel betrayed by you doing this, but you don't care. "You did it! You won!" You exclaim.

"Betcha weren't expecting that, we're you, love?" he says out of breath with his arms still around your waist.

"I did, actually!" You beam at your boyfriend. "I was hoping you would win!" You kiss him again.

As the Slytherin team starts to leave the field, their captain comes over to ensure that their star seeker will be coming to the after party. You nod to Draco to leave you and go. As he starts to get pulled away by his teammate, he grabs your wrist. "You're coming with me," he states as if it were obvious.

"Erm, I'm not Slytherin though..."

"But you're my girlfriend. C'mon, if you don't go, I don't go, and you know how much they're going to want me there."

"Fine, but I'm not staying long." You point a finger at him. He simply smiles.