"It's hard to explain...but...the one thing I know is... I'm in love with you Draco..." I said to him
"why me...? out of all...me?"
Draco sat alone in the Slytherin common with her, confused over why of all people...why her. After years of abandonm...
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"You're joking." It was dinnertime.
Harry had just finished telling Ron what had happened when he'd left the grounds with Professor McGonagall. Ron had a piece of steak and kidney pie halfway to his mouth, but he'd forgotten all about it.
"Seeker?" he said. "But first years never - you must be the youngest house player in about-" "-a century," said Harry, shoveling pie into his mouth.
"Don't talk with full mouth Ron!" I complained.
Ron quickly swallowed his food down, and continued the conversation with his bestfriend.
He felt particularly hungry after the excitement of the afternoon. "Wood told me." Ron was so amazed, so impressed, he just sat and gaped at Harry. "I start training next week, kalianna is helping me with it" said Harry.
I just nodded slurping my crab soup from the bowl in front of me.
"Only don't tell anyone, Wood wants to keep it a secret." Said Harry.
From my Peripheral vison i saw Fred and George Weasley now came into the hall, spotting us, they hurried over to Harry.
"Well done," said George in a low voice. "Wood told us. We're on the team too - Beaters."
"I tell you, we're going to win that Quidditch cup for sure this year," said Fred.
"We haven't won since Charlie left, but this year's team is going to be brilliant. You must be good, Harry, Wood was almost skipping when he told us."
"Anyway, we've got to go, Lee Jordan reckons he's found a new secret passageway out of the school."
"Bet it's that one behind the statue of Gregory the Smarmy that we found in our first week. See you."
Fred and George had hardly disappeared when someone far less welcome turned up: Malfoy, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle.
Malfoy pushed aside the Griffindor boy who was sitting next to me eating his mashed potatoes. And sat down himself there on the sit next to me, while Crabbe and Goyle kept standing behind us like bodyguards.
"Having a last meal, Potter? When are you getting the train back to the Muggles?"
I ignored them and focused on my soup.
"You're a lot braver now that you're back on the ground and you've got your little friends with you," said Harry coolly.
"There is of course nothing at all little about Crabbe and Goyle, but as the High Table is full of teachers, neither of them could do more than crack their knuckles and scowl." I told them. Making Malfoy scoff.
