How it should have ended

6. Someone has to make sure you don't starve yourself.

Draco's POV

"Really Blaise. The candidates for quidditch this year better be good cause I want to beat Gryffindor for once actually." I said while Blaise, Nott and I walked towards the quidditchfield. It were try-outs today and I was captain this year. The only two who were certain of their spot were Blaise and Nott. They were two of the best chasers I knew so they did deserve their places in the team already and were going to help me with choosing the others. The Gryffindors were having their try-outs tomorrow but I had a feeling the Weasleys would be in the team again. Ginny did deserve it though... she was a damn good chaser!
"I know what you mean. Really I can't wait to win a single game against the Gryffindors for once!" Nott said while looking at the Gryffindor-tower behind us.
"We do need some damn good players then. Who are trying Draco?"
"Rossiers is trying for chaser, and Ravenwood and Queens also. Goyle is trying for beater again but so are the younger Rossiers and a small kid called Bridgewood. I don't know why he even tries, I mean for beater... really? The younger Rossiers is also trying for keeper but so are Mulciber and Dolohov..."
"Not much people are trying." Blaise mumbled.
"No girls this year...." Nott said disappointed. I saw Blaise hitting him at the back of his head, hard, before he answered me.
"We may make a chance. Bridgewood is maybe small and little but you have to see his swing."
"Yeah, I saw him practising yesterday. Damn what a force." Nott noted.
"If he really is that good we shall see." I answered why I entered the field. "Everyone on your broom!" I yelled so everyone would shut up. "Ravenwood, Rossiers, Queens you test our three keepers. Blaise and Nott will see who is the best. The beaters will come after we narrowed the chasers back to two instead of three. Ready, set, go!" Everyone flew up and the next two hours were a hell. Queens fell of his broom and Dolohov didn't stop one quaffle. Finally I decided the two Rossiers, Goyle and Bridgewood would complete our team. We could have a chance to win if we practiced enough. I decided to take a long shower before I would go back to the commonroom. I needed some tile to relax. Parkinson had cornered me yesterday after the lessons and ruined my whole day.
She had cornered me after the lessons and before dinner, just being her annoying self.
"Drakey pooh what's wrong? Why aren't you coming to our place anymore?!" She wined while she draped herself onto me. I couldn't get her of me without being mean to her and sighed.
"Pansy, we dated in fifth year but it ended also back then. That's why I'm not coming back to 'our' place anymore." I tried to explain to her. At the end of summer I broke up with her. I wasn't in love with her or anything and with the task that was given to me I didn't had the time either...
"Is there another girl?" She asked coldly. "Is it Granger? She's just a filthy little Mudblood .."
I froze and glared at her. "She is the headgirl and I broke up with you because I didn't love you or anything near that. Not because of Granger..." I looked at her coldly. "Now if you will excuse me, I have other places to be."
I had left the girl, astonished with my words... Blaise and Nott could tell I was in a bad mood when I entered the room and I heard Nott mumble something according the lines 'Poor Granger'. I almost hexed him right there. It wasn't because I was in a bad mood she had to suffer... Okay, maybe it had been like that for the past years and maybe that's why I didn't hex him right away but he wasn't helping my mood.
"Nott you better keep your mouth shut or I am going to shut you up." I dared Nott without turning around.
"Salazar Draco, calm down!" Blaise interrupted my treat. "He is just joking around."
I had left my friends, not in the mood to apologise and had went straight to my room. Hermione hadn't been there. I groaned. I should quit thinking about the girl, really, now I needed a cold shower again. Why did she have to be so damn sexy?! She was a disaster for every wizard! I can't believe Weasley let her go. That dude is dumber than I thought. I stepped out the shower and quickly did a drying spell so I could change into my robes. I was really tired and hungry and on my way out I was trying to decide if I would first eat something or would go straight to my bed. I decided it would be the last one.
"Drake, are you coming to the great hall?" Blaise and Nott had been waiting for me.
"Nah, I'm just going to my bed. Really, if I have to stay awake any longer I probably collapse on the flour." I could tell that the two were concerned.
"Another nightmare?" Nott asked leaning against the door.
"A whole night of nightmares I guess, looking at how tired he is." Blaise corrected. "Shall we send something upstairs?" He asked.
"Nah, it's alright." I mumbled before I started walking towards the castle.
When I entered the commonroom the scent of food hit me right in the face. What was going on?
"Just grab what you want." I heard Hermione's voice but I couldn't tell where she was sitting. "I asked Winky to grab something you like. And I don't accept a no. Blaise asked me to make sure you would eat something."
Blaise, of course he was the one who was responsible for this. I sighed and sat down in one of the armchairs. Hermione had been laying on the couch the whole time with a book in her hands. I immediately had a whole new hunger and I shifted uncomfortable in my seat. Salazar, she was looking good! She hadn't looked up from her book but I could tell she was keeping an eye on me.
"Are you going to eat? I can ask Winky to bring something else if you want."
I finally looked at the food in front of me. The elf knew what I liked.
"No, no. This is fine." I grabbed a green apple and I thought I saw a small smile appear on her face. But I couldn't tell for sure. "Thank you."
"Your welcome." she looked up from her book and gave me such a wonderful smile a warm feeling started to form in me. "Someone has to make sure you don't starve yourself." She looked back at her book and let me by myself to eat and to think about her words.