Dramione-A forbidden Love

Chapter nine

Draco's POV

"Draco, hurry, we're going to be late!" Pansy Parkinson shouted. I looked one last time in the mirror and then hurried with her down to the Great Hall. It was the last day of school, in afew moments Professor Dumbledore will say out loud which house won the Housecup. Of course we already knew this: Slytherin obviously, who else would earn it? I felt a bit sorry for Hermione. They lost 150 points in only one night and also lost the Quidditch game against Ravenclaw, but my joy about our success was bigger. "Draco, do you know what happened at the third floor with Potter, Weasley and that Granger girl? I saw you talking this morning. Why did you even talk to that mudblood?" Pansy asked mistrustful. My heart jumped a bit. She saw that? How many others had watched me? Normally I avoid much talking with Hermione in public, but this time it was unpreventable. Hermione told me the whole story about the event at the third floor. She was drenched in tears, Potter was unconcious at the hospital wing and Weasley also hurt. Something about a transfigurated chess game and Voldemort tried to return. I tried not to think too much about the last aspect. "Ah, that was nothing, Pansy", I answered. "Told me something about Gryffindor will win that Housecup next year. As if that will happen!" I laughed. "Don't know why she even thinks about talking to me." I shivered, as if I thought the remembering of Hermione talking to me was disgusting. I hated me. However, Pansy looked sacrificed, and I had my peace.

Minutes later we sat at the Slytherin table and watched all the green-silver flags around us. I looked proud at the Gryffindor table. Hermione didn't seem so happy. Professor Dumbledore interrupted my thoughts, by saying the points of the houses. Slytherin had 472 points, while Gryffindor had 312 points. I clapped my hands with the other Slytherins. "Yes, yes, well done Slytherin!", said Dumbledore. "However, recent events must be taken into account." Slowly I stopped clapping. I had a bad feeling about the now coming words. And I was proven right. At once, Gryffindor got 100 points more because of Weasley and Hermione. Again more points, this time 60 for Potter. I gasped. Gryffindor and Slytherin were even! I changed scared looks with Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle. What was this all about? Dumbledore smiled. "And", he said "It takes a great deal of bravery to satnd up to your enemies but just as much to stand up to your friends. I award therefore ten points to Mr. Neville Longbottom!" Everyone in the Great Hall cheered, except the Slytherins. That could not just happened. We lost the Housecup because of LONGBOTTOM? What was that for a partisan game? I chucked my hat at the table. At the Gryffindor table everyone cheered. Hermione looked at me and smiled. She poked out her tongue a bit at me.