House Crossed Lovers; A Draco Malfoy Love Story

Foul

Y/n's POV

I had been looking forward to the start of Quidditch season, and now it was finally here. Oliver had booked the pitch for us to all practice, so all of us were decked out in our Quidditch gear. As the captain, Oliver got to choose the team, and he wanted to keep the same one as they year prior. That meant Katie, Angelina, and I were the chasers, Fred and George were the beaters, Oliver was the keeper, and Harry was the seeker. It was also decided that we would train longer and harder, hence the reason we were starting so early in the year. However, a problem arose as we were heading to the pitch.

"I don't believe this," Oliver muttered upon seeing the Slytherin team heading towards the pitch as well. "I booked the pitch today, Flint. So clear out."

"Calm yourself, Wood," Flint requested and handed over a piece of paper. "I've got a note from Snape."

Oliver took the piece of paper from Marcus' hand and skimmed over it, frowning when he got to the end. "You've got a new seeker? Who?" A boy then stepped up to the front of the crowd, and I recognized him immediately.

"Malfoy. What a nice surprise," I joke.

"Whoa! Are those Nimbus 2001s?" Ron asked. My eyes moved to take a look at their brooms, and I saw that Ron was right. Everyone on the team had the newest model broomstick that had just recently come out.

"My father bought them for us," Malfoy stated.

Hermione scoffed. "At least no one on Gryffindor's team had to buy their way in. All of them got in based on their pure talent."

"No one asked for your opinion you filthy mudblood," Malfoy spat out. As soon as the words left Draco's mouth, my jaw dropped open. I had never once used that word because of the foul meaning behind it, and no one in my family had ever used it either. A few other pureblood families used it in severe distaste for muggle witches and wizards because they had a firm belief that blood status was very important. But me? I would never ever use that word. Not in a million years. I moved around Oliver, who stood at the front of the Gryffindor team, and then I smacked Draco hard across his cheek.

"You can come here and take the pitch because you have Snape's permission, Malfoy, but you have no right to call somebody that name," I sneer.

"You're only saying that because you're a blood traitor," Malfoy retorted. "How can you hang out with someone like her? How can you just ruin your ruin your family's reputation like that?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe it's because I'm a decent human being and because all people should be treated the same no matter their blood status," I explain.

"I don't care about your opinion, Fawley. To me, she'll always be a mudblood," Malfoy declared.

"And to me you'll always be a pretentious git," I shoot back.

Ron growled and held his wand up to Draco. "Eat slugs Malfoy!" Instead of performing the right spell, Ron's wand backfired and sent him flying into the grass. Everyone then crowded around him to see if he was all right, but he clearly wasn't because he bent over and threw up. It wasn't just normal vomit though. A whole slug came out of his mouth and landed on the grass, leaving a trail of slime behind it.

"I think I'm gonna be sick," I mumble and cover my mouth before running back towards the castle. I stayed in the girl's dormitory the rest of the night trying not to be sick at what I saw earlier, but the image of the slug falling from Ron's mouth was still stuck in my head. Later, Hermione approached me, taking a seat at the edge of my bed where I was catching up on assignments.

"Thank you for standing up for me today," Hermione said. "I appreciated it."

I waved her off. "It was no problem. I wasn't going to let Malfoy get away with saying those awful things about you."

"I was quite shocked when you hit him. But it was also pretty impressive," Hermione confessed. "I didn't know you had it in you."

"Me either," I admit. "But he deserved it."

"Anyways, did you hear what happened to Filch's cat?" Hermione quizzed.

"No. What happened?" I implore.

"Mrs. Norris was petrified. And there was a message written in blood above her body. Something about enemies of the heir beware," Hermione disclosed.

I frowned. "That's odd. Who is the heir? And how did Mrs. Norris get petrified?"

Hermione shrugged. "I don't know. But Filch tried to blame Ron, Harry, and I."

"Of course he did. When are we not going to be the ones to blame?" I question.

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A month had passed since Mrs. Norris had been petrified. Hermione, Harry, and Ron told me that they had a plan to see if Draco was the heir of Slytherin. And while I was a little intrigued to see if that was true, I told them that I wanted nothing to do with it. All I wanted to focus on was Quidditch and my studies. Plus, our first Quidditch match was today, and like always, it was Gryffindor vs. Slytherin.

Two Slytherin chasers were on my tail, so I passed the ball to Angelina to get them off my back. The chasers then flew over to her, and she flew around a seating tower before passing the quaffle back to me. I made my way around the hoops and passed the quaffle to Katie, who threw the ball at the hoops and scored. As she flew past me, I reached out and secured a high five. Marcus now had the quaffle, and he passed it to another chaser who threw it at the hoops. Because Oliver was being blocked by one of the Slytherin chasers, the quaffle went through the hoops easily.

"Slytherin scores again making the game 90-30 with Slytherin winning," Lee announced.

As the next play started, Katie had the quaffle, and she dodged a bludger before passing the quaffle to me. I was flying towards the hoops when two Slytherin chasers closed in on me, trapping me between them. I was touching shoulders with the both of them, and I had no way to get out. They then turned in the direction of a seating tower, and one of them grabbed the quaffle from my hand. Right at the last second, they both flew away, and I looked up to see the seating tower getting to close for comfort. However, it was too late for me to do anything about it, so I just covered my head and crashed into the tower.

For a few seconds, everything was dark. I couldn't see anything, and all I felt was the wooden boards and rough fabric of the front of the tower. Finally, I hit the ground, and a sharp pain arose in my side. With the sunlight shining down on me, I could see again, but I laid on the ground curled up in a ball for a bit to catch my bearings. I tried to get up, but a throbbing pain shot through my shoulder and side, and I collapsed back to the sandy floor. When I finally managed to get back up, the crowd was cheering loudly.

When I looked up, I saw that Harry had caught the snitch, but there was a consequence. A bludger had hit his arm, breaking a few bones, and Lockhart was trying to mend it. We all knew how bad Lockhart was when it came down to magic, so it was no surprise when, after his spell, Harry's arm fell limp, no longer having any bones in it at all.

"I've got him," Hagrid confirmed and scooped Harry up into his arms before heading off to the hospital wing. The rest of us stayed back, ready to make our way back to the locker room to change out of our uniforms. On the walk to the Gryffindor changing room, Oliver ran up to me.

"Are you all right? You took quite the fall there," Oliver noticed.

"My shoulder and a few ribs might be a bit banged up. They won't stop throbbing. I'll stop by the hospital wing quickly after getting dressed. It shouldn't be anything serious though," I assure him. "And hopefully it's not. Because believe me, I don't want to miss Quidditch."