Blood Traitor ||On Hold||

🦁Lions Against Snakes🐍

*Warning* Ron bashing ahead and offensive name calling ahead. Proceed with caution. I personally have nothing against Ron, but I needed a bit of drama and one if my friends gave me the idea. Hope you enjoy! Love y'all.

Draco P.O.V.
This is it. Harry's first Quidditch game. I know he's going to do great, but my Raven doesn't seem to think so and has been a mess of nerves all morning.

"Come on, Raven. You can do this." I mutter as the teams make their way onto the pitch. I hear Ron mutter something... unflattering about Harry, and I whirl to face him.

"What was that?" I growl at the red-head. He sneers at me before snapping, "I said that I couldn't believe that my "best friend" is a fag."

I see red, but before I could attack the dead-man-walking, Hermione punches him square in the jaw. "Bloody Hell, Hermione! What was that for?" he snarls, facing the bushy haired girl.

"For calling Harry that god-awful name. Calling him that is like calling me a mudblood. Go to hell, Ronald Weasley. And get out if my sight." she hisses. I blink at her as Weasley runs away cradling his bruised jaw.

"You. Hermione Granger. Are incredible." I tell her, grinning. She smiles back at me sheepishly and whispers, "Ron's been an arse to you and Harry when you two aren't around. He says horrible things that would make Voldemort wince."

I purse my lips and say no more, turning my attention back to the match. Harry is hovering over the rest of the game, his emerald eyes alert and focused.

Suddenly, he dives, the tail end of his broom pointing straight up to the sky. My breath catches in my throat as he nears the ground. I relax a bit when he pulls up slightly, about ten inches from the ground, if that.

He stands up while still on his broom and reaches out, the snitch right on his finger tips. His broom jerks forward and Harry crashes to the ground with a resounding boom.

The dust settles and I let out a breath when I see that my boyfriend is still in one piece, if not a little ill-looking.

The stands are silent as Harry coughs something up into his palm. It's the snitch! He almost swallowed the bloody snitch!

The stands erupt into cheers of joy except for the Slytherin House, who scowl and grumble. I grin down at him for a moment before joining in the cheering.

Harry P.O.V.
I caught the snitch. I actually did it. I look around the stands in a daze as they cheer for me. I blink and look up at the Gryffindor section and notice that Ron isn't there and Draco and Hermione look frazzled.

I tilt my head to the side in confusion and remind myself to ask about it later. My team surrounds me and start clapping me on the back. I barely avoid wincing.

We flood into the locker rooms and I grab a quick shower. When I finish, I jog out if the locker rooms and up to Gryffindor Tower. "Great job, dear." The Fat Lady says smiling warmly. "Password?"

"Caput Draconis." I tell her, smiling slightly. She nods and the portrait swings open. Draco and Hermione are sitting on the couch, deep in conversation.

"Hey. Where's Ron?" I ask, walking up to them. They exchange nervous glances and I narrow my eyes. They sigh in resignation and Draco growls out, "He's no true friend of yours. I'm glad you didn't hear what that arse said about you. I wouldn't bother asking about him, because he wouldn't spare you a second thought."

My heart thumps wildly in my chest and my palms start to sweat. "Really?" I ask, my pulse jack hammering in my ears. They nod and I gulp. "Then I guess that it's a good thing that we figured it out now rather than later. Good night, 'Mione. Draco." I say stiffly, turning to go upstairs.

When neither of them try to stop me, I sprint the rest if the way. When I enter, the dorm is empty. "Must be at dinner still." I muse to myself. I'm taking off my shirt when the door opens and I hear a gasp.

"Draco." I murmur, taking in my boyfriend's shocked face. "Who did that to you? Who scarred you?" he asks, his voice shaking in anger. "The muggles that I live with during the summer." I tell him, gazing at him with sadness.