Unforeseen Bonds || Draco Malfoy

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These past two days, I've been dying of boredom. The Quidditch training has been relentless, with every player pushing themselves to the limit. All their hard work culminates in today's match, the first game of the Quidditch finals. Everyone has been talking, and gossiping about it since Thursday when all the Slytherin and Ravenclaw players were excused from classes to practice. Because of this, I haven't seen most of my friends for the past two days.

One of the big problems that had been gnawing at me was what to wear. The Quidditch game was scheduled for noon, and it was already eleven. After lunch, I parted ways with Luna and Sylvia, torn between supporting my friends or my house. I stared at the two Quidditch jerseys spread out on my bed, feeling a sense of dread creeping in.

Maybe I could wear my Gwenog Jones jersey. It wouldn't show favouritism toward either team...

But as I held it up, a pang of uncertainty hit me.

Would I be betraying my house by not wearing its colours? Or would I be letting my friends down by not standing with them? I don't want my brother getting mad at me, as well as my other friends such as Blaise, and Theo; Who are both on the Slytherin team. At the same time though, I wouldn't even be at this if it wasn't for Cho.

Finally, coming to the conclusion that it is my house, and I should be representing it, I end up picking Slytherin. Rummaging through my wardrobe, I take out a basic green jersey, with the words 'Slytherin Pride' laid across the back.

It's basic but it will do.

Slipping the fabric over my head, three knocks were apparent at my window. Shocked, I turned around in a panic, looking at the glass that leads to the great lake. A large, fierce-looking, tufted, eagle owl perched at the ledge.

In its sharp claws carried a matte black box. Opening the window, it drops the light package in my hands, and before I could give it some sickles though, the bird flew off.

Miss Nitara Hyde.

Scotland

Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Slytherin Girls dormitories

3rd room on the left

The address was prominently displayed on the front of the box, its silver writing standing out against the deep shade. With a sense of curiosity and anticipation, I carefully opened the box. Inside, a letter lay atop something wrapped in delicate green tissue paper, hinting at a carefully chosen gift or surprise awaiting discovery.

Hey princess,

I'm sorry I haven't gotten to see you lately. These practices have been draining me, and by the time we get back to the dorms, I'm already falling asleep.

I hope I'll get to see you today at the game. I know you aren't that fond of quidditch, especially because Miles is always stealing the light of it, but I would love to see you there. The whole team has been anticipating this game and knowing that you are in the stands, I'll play my best.

Anyway, if you have decided to come, I bought you this jersey a couple days back at Hogsmeade, —personalised from me—but I haven't been able to give it to you. I hope you come, and I hope you wear it.

Wish me luck baby.

- Draco M.

I couldn't help but catch myself smiling at the note. Carefully folding it back up, I slip the letter under my bed, —to avoid any conflict—and continue to unwrap the delicately placed jersey.