The Slytherin Prince [Draco Malfoy]

Year 2 - Hospitalized

"Everte Statum! Locovertis! Reducto!" Draco continuously strike the dummy over and over again. It was the fifth one he broke, shattered into pieces as he threw out all the curses and attack spells he could think of. He was panting heavily now, gripping his wand tightly in his right hand.

Unfair.. so unfair!! Why is it always Potter who gets the last laugh?! Why is it always him who impresses others?? Why is he the chosen one and always in the spotlight?

And now he was named the heir of slytherin? Although it wasn't technically something to be proud of but he stole the name of Slytherin, which did not belong to him. It belonged to me, Draco thought. It was symbolic to him, it meant his house, his pride, his family. Now it seems like the title could be taken from him easily by Potter with just a flick of his wrist.

Damn it... why can't I talk to snakes too.. He lamented. Suddenly, he cried out in frustration and smashed his fist onto the broken pieces. He never did impress anyone no matter how hard he tried, he was never enough. Not even his father or professor snape..

Peering from the corner, she saw him sinking lower as his hair was draped over his face, shoulders hunching. Slowly, his shoulders began shaking and she could tell he was holding in his agony and his tears.

This scenario, she had seen it somewhere before. Eleanor thought of a boy by the lake. In Spinner's End. She sighed, fatigue washing over her as she watched until the crying stopped.

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Days flies past, the season for quidditch had began. Last week was Ravenclaw versus Gryffindor. This week was of course Gryffindor versus Slytherin.

The houses sat on the banners accordingly, four strikingly different colours looking out on the field as the players tries to score for their own houses. Leah was beside Eleanor, awfully quiet. Eleanor wasn't really supporting anyone. Well let's put it this way that she do not know who to support.

"Didn't you want to be on the team?" She smirked at Leah. She chuckled bashfully, scratching her nose. "Next year perhaps. When I brush up on my skills!" She continued to focus on the match. Too focused, Eleanor noted with a small smile.

"Uh oh.. looks like trouble again for Harry.. Look Eleanor!" Leah pointed with her finger, chasing after Harry. Indeed the bludger was tampered and was now going after him. Eleanor was basically speechless.. why is it always Harry?

The bludger continued to chase Harry as he and Draco was fighting over each other to catch the golden snitch. After a few moments that they went under the pitch, Draco emerged out, no more like flew out from under and landed roughly on the field.

Eleanor bit her lips worriedly as his face began to pale. Soon after, Harry landed with a broken arm as well, after catching the snitch.

No time to worry about who won the freaking match, Eleanor rushed down with Leah to the unconscious Draco first, but someone had already beat them to it.
"Draco!! Please don't scare me! Oh... my poor.. poor draco~" Pansy shrieked at his side trying to shake him awake. Leah looked on her with a disgusted look, so did everyone else.

"Can't you see he's not going to wake up right now??" Eleanor raised her voice, suddenly uncomfortable with how touchy she was with him. Pansy jumped around and glared at her like she wanted to challenge her rights with Draco or something. Before she opened her mouth at an attempt of an insult, Eleanor turned away to Harry instead. She could rest assured, noticing people bringing out stretchers to carry the injured to the hospital wing. She knew he would be taken care of.

"How's he doing?" Eleanor and Leah asked Hermione. "I don't know.. Professor Lockhart is trying to mend his arm right now." She pointed. What?? Gilderoy Lockhart? Eleanor looked at Leah and she looked back.