Slytherin Pride

Where's Gin?

Dracos POV
Three days after the Quidditch practice.
I was working the team harder than ever. An announcement was posted this morning that Slytherin would be playing Griffindore first. I already knew we had no chance but, I wanted to put up the best fight I could. Blaise and Goyle showed up to be on the team,
And followed my rules,
But unwillingly. We had quite a few new students in earlier years try out. They surprised me enough with their flying skills that I allowed them a spot on the team. Ginny and me kept meeting up for secret practices, getting granger to cover Ginny's disappearances. Yesterday I even agreed to go to Hogsmeade with them. Which resulted in a lot of books, goggles, and butter beer down Ginny's face and down my back. I sighed as I walked along the corridor, late for potions, again. I descended down the steps and into the dungeons. The familiar bang filled the small hallway as the door slammed shut. I jogged and swung open the room the the potions classroom and slipped into my seat at the right hand side of the room. I felt something hit the back of my neck. I swing me head around irritably to find a wadded up piece of parchment. I flattened it out and red the slanted writing scribbled sideways on it. It read,
'where were you?! This time! I thought you and her were having sex or something!
-hermione'
I turned my head at an angle so I could see her face. I rolled my eyes then replied.
'Yes. Because we could be doing that while she's in class and I'm not. Very smart granger.'
She scrunched her eyebrows together as she unfolded the note.
It hit my desk and I read,
'Um...Draco? Look around. Ginny isn't in here. I thought she was with you? Where is she then?!'
I looked up from the scrap of parchment and scanned the class and the only red head I found was Weasley 6. All these assumptions popped into my head. And so I quickly scribbled hurried reply.
'No! I don't know where she is! You're in the same dormitory! Where'd you see her last?! Is she practicing? Ugh. I hate when she does this to me. Granger, you really need to work on keeping up with people.'
She sighed and thumped my shoulder blade making me half smirk. The she whispered. "So somehow this is my fault now?" I nodded and hissed back. "Yes it is your fault! You have the same classes all fucking day, the
Least you could've done was asked where she was going!" She groaned and then whispered back. "Well your the one dating her. You keep up with her. You usually watch out for her anyway, why not just again!" I felt my heel impact with her shin. She winced and stabbed me with her quill. I winced too as a bead of blood formed in my shoulder. She gasped. "I'm so sorry. Sorry. Are you ok?!" She whispered urgently, with concern and guilt in her voice. I bit back the shakiness in my voice and replied. "Yeah. I'm fine. Just watch where you stab that thing." She nodded and flipped the blood off with her nail and wiped it on her blouse. I smiled a little smug, but mostly sincere, when I hear a throat clear and I spin back around to see Snape staring us down. "It's one thing to be late mr. Malfoy, but it's a whole other ordeal to not pay attention and disrupt the whole class talking about your own private business." Weasley and potter were gawking, not at me, but at granger. I nudged her foot and she got the message. "I apologize professor, I was just trying to figure out who the missed student was, so I asked the closest person to me." Granger scoffed. "I had nothing to do with this! I was writing the recipe when he stole my quill and asked me who we were missing!" Snape raised a long bony hand, silencing her fake act of innocence. "Would you please, Not whine. It's a horror alone to listen to your regular pitch, but this isn't going to be acceptable." I bit my lip trying to hold back the "F" bomb. Snape left his post at his desk and came sweeping towards me. "You mr. Malfoy, will have night shift this evening. Making sure all the little first graders get to bed safely." I groaned. But nodded. I heard snickers from behind me, and glanced at potter, who was cracking up along with Weasley. I heard a higher giggle, and kneed granger right in the shin. She grimaced. I smirked. She thumped the back of my neck, just as Snape dismissed the class. "Except. For miss granger and mr. Malfoy." I I rolled my eyes and stared hard at hermione. She smirked and winked and strolled to the teachers desk. "Mr. Malfoy. I am fully aware of your skipping classes becoming more regular. And I would like to remind you that if caught doing any sexual activity, you will be expelled from this school." I nodded and spoke. "Professor, I'm doing nothin of the sort, I was merely asking if miss. Weasley would be attending class." He shook his head ignoring my response and turned to granger. "And I am fully aware of you injuring another student with a pointed object. This could be considered as abuse. So I am therefor sending you to the headmistress's office to discuss a more advanced punishment." I saw the color drain from her face. "Professor. I aggravated her. Made her feel the urge to accidentally stab me." Snape scoffed and ignored me still. "You are dismissed." We turned and marched out of the classroom. As soon as we rounded the corner granger bursts into tears. She fell
Against me, muttering to herself. "I've never had to go to Mcgonagall before! What if I do get expelled. It is a really standard rule not to injure anyone. Oh Draco! What if I do?! I can't...not graduate..." I rubbed her back,
Replying. "Hey...shhhh. It's going to be okay. I'll go with you, and we can explain this whole thing to her. You won't get expelled. Your the top of the last five ages. They wouldn't expel you, even if they were driven mad." She nodded and sniffled. "Um...sorry. For crying and hugging you. That's Ginny's territory. I'm sorry..." I scoffed. "Ginny doesn't give a shit if you cry on me. I'll have to wash the mud off my clothes now but that's about it." I smirked and she gave a short giggle. "Ok, well thanks for not...you know...shoving me away..." I raised my eyebrows. "May I ask who does that?" She seemed to put her guard back up. "No...it's fine." I rolled my eyes. "Tell me." She rolled her eyes, but sighed. "Ron has before. He was tired of me "complaining" about stuff he's not interested in." I bit my lip. Probably darkening in face color. "He's lucky he's not any where close of he would've had to take a trip to the hospital wing. You like him?!" She gasped. "Who said that?" I groaned. "Never mind. Let's go see mcgonagall." She nodded still looking at me.

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