𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 (🪄) 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 ❝ there's no glory in taking the
easy path, only mediocrity. i'll take the thorns if it means i bloom brighter. ❞
RE-WRITTEN
harry potter and the philosopher's stone - the deathly h...
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HOW YOU GET THE GIRL ? 🩰 DRACO MALFOY ⋆｡‧˚ʚ 06. quidditch ɞ˚‧｡⋆
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The following morning, in the grand hall, the quartet sits, engaged in their breakfast. Kimberly, as usual, occupies her seat at the Gryffindor table. Why? It's evident; she lacks companionship among her housemates and prefers it that way. Kimberly diligently works on her homework, mirroring Hermione, who sits beside her.
Meanwhile, the boys engage in animated chatter about quidditch, a topic that leaves Kimberly on the verge of desperation. She contemplates inserting quills into her ears to escape the relentless discussion, finding the idea of blood trickling from her eardrums more tolerable than enduring another word about the seemingly interminable sport.
"I can't believe teachers choose that scarhead to play quidditch this year. It's really unfair." A familiar voice catches Kimberly's attention, drawing the gaze of most people toward him. Draco, reveling in the attention as always, continues to taunt Harry just to provoke a reaction. "What makes him so special? Is it because he's the boy who lived?" he scoffs, eliciting laughter from his Slytherin friends at his sarcastic remarks. Kimberly snorts, diverting attention to herself. She rolls her eyes and retorts, "Well, it's kind of your fault that he got the position in the first place," Kimberly stating the obvious as if it were common knowledge.
"Excuse me, how so, may I ask?" Draco's brows raise, his face contorting with offense at her accusations. "Well, if you hadn't been so foolish as to take Longbottom's Remembrall and instead of returning it, chosen to fly around, teasing Potter with it, then he wouldn't have pursued you to retrieve it, and McGonagall wouldn't have recognized his innate talent for flying," she retorts, a sarcastic smile playing on her lips. Judging by Draco's expression, she can tell she hasn't quite provoked the reaction she desired, but it's close enough. With a satisfied smirk, she turns away from him, refocusing on her homework, mentally patting herself on the back for successfully irking him.
Draco rolls his eyes and mutters, "Bitch." Hermione lets out a little laugh, feeling proud of Kimberly for the thousandth time for standing up for herself. With that exchange, the tension between them dissipates, and the students return to their tasks as usual. "Take a bit of toast, mate, go on," Ron urges Harry. "Ron's right, Harry. You're going to need your strength today," Hermione adds.
"I'm not hungry," Harry sighs, his nerves evident as he anticipates his first game today. "Good luck today, Potter," Kimberly looks up from her homework to see her father, Severus Snape, addressing Harry. His tone remains as cold as ever. "Then again, now that you've proven yourself against a troll, a little game of Quidditch should be easy work for you... even if it is against Slytherin." With that, he walks away without sparing her a second glance, leaving Kimberly to ponder his enigmatic behavior. Bipolar, she thought. She considers returning to her homework when Harry speaks up again, "That explains the blood." Blood?
