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22. stressed out

HOW TO BE A HEARTBREAKER

STRESSED OUT 

( Sunday 1st March 1998 )

The Great Hall was rowdy all morning over at the Gryffindor table. Rowan discovered thanks to a loud chorus of song, that today was Ron Weasley's birthday, as well as the match between his Quidditch team and the Hufflepuffs.

"Weasel's going to be so smug," Draco scoffed as he buttered his toast, glaring over at the Gryffindors who had started some sort of silly chant. "Obviously Gryffindor will beat Hufflepuff, but that's hardly an accomplishment, is it?"

"Not at all," Rowan chuckled back, popping a grape into her mouth as she made eye contact with Ginny Weasley.

When Ginny glared, Rowan just widened a cruel smirk.

"Good luck, Weaselette!" Rowan called and watched as Ginny's freckled face turned red with anger, her fists clenching visibly where they sat above the table.

It looked like she was going to charge over as the Slytherins surrounding Rowan erupted into laughter, but Hermione Granger had quickly grabbed Ginny by the shoulders and steered her attention back to the circle of Quidditch players putting their heads together for a pre-match talk. Not before the Head Girl sent Rowan a look as if to say seriously? Grow up!

"Too proud for their own good," Blaise muttered.

Rowan opened her mouth to agree when Theo sauntered over to the table, popping down on the other side. Every time he was around, Rowan tended to feel a mixture of nerves and anger. She was always tense — wondering if now would be the time Theo decided to burst and tell Draco everything.

She was also furious because how dare he! How dare he blame Draco for going out with Rowan when it was Theo that had practically shoved them together? It didn't make sense whatsoever.

Rowan ignored him like she had been doing for the past week.

When the match started, Rowan and the other Slytherin Quidditch team members sat around each other with grins on their faces and insults prepared to make each other howl with laughter. And at the beginning of the match, that is how it went.

They'd cry with laughter when someone was hit by a Bludger, call for Potter to go a little faster when he went by without a Snitch in his hand, and overall live up to the Slytherin stereotype that had been forced upon them since they were young. Who cared if it was immature if it was so satisfying to see Ron Weasley's face grow redder and redder as time went on?

It didn't stay like that forever, though. It hit a certain point of the match where Rowan was biting her nails, and even Draco didn't look very sure.

Gryffindor were thrashing Hufflepuff. Rowan wasn't sure if they were about to see one of the heaviest defeats in Quidditch history, but Gryffindor were winning by miles, and they hadn't even caught the Snitch yet.

"Fuck," Draco growled, "Hufflepuff need to catch that fucking Snitch right now or —"

"Potter's eyes are on the Golden Snitch!" Ernie's voice carried through the speakers. "Come on, Hufflepuff... This is really embarrassing."

"Fuck!" Draco snapped louder this time, his fist slamming down on the bench between himself and Rowan.

Rowan jumped a little, but she was more concentrated on the game. In her head, she was frantically trying to work out the scores. Hufflepuff were on a measly 130 points, but Gryffindor were at 350 already. If Hufflepuff got the Snitch now, Gryffindor would be at 680 compared to Slytherin's 850 when it came to their final match next month.