Bad Blood | Draco Malfoy

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I decided to attend the Ravenclaw versus Slytherin match, just to see how good our house team is. Tracey, Blaise and I sit together upon the stands, watching the players in blue and green zoom through the air. I pull my scarf tightly around my neck and keep my eyes out for the players in green.

In Beauxbatons, I loved watching the matches. After reading hundreds of books on Quidditch, I applied my knowledge while watching the students in my old school fly around. Today, I'm applying my knowledge too as I spectate. One of the Slytherin Chasers weaves through the three Ravenclaws coming at him and catapults the Quaffle, past the Keeper, into the goal hoop. The Slytherin crowd erupts into cheers while I merely clap and smile. They aren't that bad.

For the next half hour the scores between the two teams are extremely tight and the Snitch hasn't been found yet. Tracey is biting her thumb raw as her wide eyes scan the pitch. "Come on Draco..." I hear her whisper.

"Does he usually catch the Snitch?" I ask.

"When we aren't playing against Gryffindor he does," Blaise tells me. "Draco isn't a bad Seeker, trust me." I nod, folding my arms in front of my chest and waiting for the match to come to a hopefully victorious end for Slytherin.

Ravenclaw score another three goals, getting them thirty points ahead of us, but then one of the Slytherin team members holds up something that glints gold - the Snitch. Everyone in Slytherin house stands up and screams with delight, running down from the stands to congratulate the team. Tracey is dragging me to the pitch, making me sprint across the muddy grass to reach the crowd of Slytherin students bombard our house team.

Tracey still holds onto my arm as we shove our way through to probably find Malfoy. "Draco!" She finally yells, pulling deeper into crowd, right to the centre where a beaming white blonde boy greets Tracey with a small hug. "Well done! I think we scored more than Hufflepuff when they won against Gryffindor - we're first!" She shouts over all the noise.

"Thanks, Trace," he says back. Malfoy then looks to me with a small smile on his face. "Come to say well done, de Lange?"

"Actually, I came to ask if we could do our project tonight," I deadpan. He raises his eyebrows at me, about to turn his back. I quickly grab his arm and make him face me again. "I'm kidding," I grin. "Well done, Malfoy. Looks like your not as bad as I thought."

"Thanks -" he begins, but he's stopped by a girl yanking him away and hugging him tightly, planting a few kisses on his cheek. Tracey takes my arm and we weave out of the crowd. She's saying something, but the cheering muffles her speech.

"What did you say?" I ask as we finally break free of the congestion and leave the Quidditch pitch.

"Pansy's seriously obsessed with Draco - did you see how she was trying to kiss him back there?" Tracey giggles. "We had an argument last night in the Astronomy Tower when me and Blaise were gonna go our homework. She's a bitch alright."

"What did she say to you?"

"She was talking about how I've left her with Millie and Daph, and that she thought we were best friends. I never liked hanging out with her because all she would do is put us down and talk about herself," Tracey tells me as we approach the castle. "She's nice sometimes, but most of the time I feel really unhappy when I'm with her. She was also saying that I've become really boring since I've been hanging out with you. But you're not boring - you're laid back and really sweet."