Half Blood Royalty

Team Gryff- I mean, Slytherin

Draco was standing off to the side of the Quidditch Pitch, chuckling silently as he watched Harry get carried off the field. Stopping the second he noticed I was heading his direction.

"Some game, huh?" He asked me, looking down at his feet.

"Yeah." I answered, "Avoiding your father?"

"What?"

"After that play." I told him, "I'd be avoiding him too, if I fumbled that badly."

"I didn't fumble." Draco scoffed, "Potter just got lucky."

"He got lucky?" I asked him, "Or you were too busy messing around to notice the spec of gold flying inches from your face?"

"Lucky." He answered. "Pure luck. That's all."

"C'mon Draco." My gaze fell upon his piercing blue eyes, "You can tell me. I won't tell Lucius. Honest." My hand reached out, grasping ahold of his as I gave it a small squeeze, "It'll be just between us."

He snatched his hand away, yet still keeping his gaze on mine, "I never would've given him the game. Stupid Potter- thinks he's so great at everything he does."

"He did just win the-"

"Whose side are you on?" Draco asked me quickly, bringing me out of my Harry Potter praise.

"What?"

Draco pressed his finger on the crest shown on my black robe, "That doesn't seem to look much like the Gryffindor patch."

"Stop it." I pushed his finger away, "I can't show my own brother some support?"

"He didn't even know who you were before this year."

"That wasn't his fault." I shrugged. My father had his reasonings for not broadcasting my existence, even if I never fully understood it myself. Even Professor Dumbledore didn't want to share my whereabouts for years (Why else would he have helped my father hide me away for so long?). "He can't know family if nobody tells him about them."

"We're your family." Draco informed me, "My parents and I."

"I know that." I let off a shy smile.

"I'm serious, Melody." He spoke soft, "You also got sorted into Slytherin... So, you can't escape me anyway. Or my actions."

"Even if those actions were very stupid?" I chuckled.

"I still played a pretty great game." He smiled.

"Yeah," I spoke between giggles, "When Harry wasn't around. You sure you didn't want to become a Seeker strictly so you can spend the entirety of Quidditch games with the hopes of getting a glimpse of him?" I playfully elbowed him in the arm, jokingly giving off a small wink in his direction. "I could try to get you in with him," I joked, "but I'm pretty sure he carries a strong dislike for you... and you, only."

"Oh, shut up." He spoke out.

"You should probably go pay your father a visit." I nudged my gaze towards the man standing in the background talking to my father, "Pretty sure I've stalled you long enough."

"Come with me." His eyes pleaded with me, "Please."

"Some other time." I touched his fingertips, "You've got to face up to what you did sometime. Besides, I want to check up on how Harry's doing... with his arm and all."

"We would make much better company."

"Haha. I still want to check on him. Call it little sister intuition." I let off a small wave, "If he asks, just tell my father I wanted to check in on my brother."

"And if my father asks?"

"I'm in the Slytherin common room." I replied, holding up a thumbs up, "Last thing I need is for Lucius Malfoy to barge into the Hospital Wing thinking something happened."

"He'd never do that."

"Yeah." I gave a small flip of my hair, "For you, maybe." Once I was backed away from the Quidditch Pitch, I turned myself around and headed back into the castle as I made my way towards the Hospital Wing. Oh, Merlin, please tell me my big brother isn't going to have to get through his life with a spaghetti noodle as an arm.