The Lost Potter || Draco Malfoy [BOOK 1]

Chapter 65

As we drew nearer and nearer to the Quidditch Final, I was more on the edge than I had ever been that entire year.

The third years had gotten loads of homework, meaning that I was falling behind because of how long the Quidditch Practices were. I hadn't even met up with Sirius since Ryan had broken up with me, considering it was pretty much impossible to leave grounds without getting caught by the security trolls.

At dinner on Saturday, the day before the game, I was a nervous wreck. My feet were bouncing rapidly, and I repeatedly tapped my fork onto my empty plate.

After a while of this, Ariel got annoyed and snatched the fork out of my hand. She threw it across the room, missing an innocent Ravenclaw Boy by an inch.

"Can you stop!?" She exclaimed.

"I'm sorry, I'm just really nervous," I Said, feeling the fluttery feeling of anxiety in my stomach.

"Yeah, me too." Said, Harry.

"You're going to be fine." Said Hermione.

"You two have got Firebolts. What could possibly go wrong?" Asked Ron.

As he said that, I began to think of the so many things that could go wrong, including dementors, giving me even more anxiety.

"Yeah..." Said Harry who was very pale and looked about as nervous—if not more—than me.

"Team, Bed!" Wood Shouted.

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At about 7:50, I left my dorm and made my way to Harry's. I knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Asked Harry, from inside of the dorm.

"Your one and only sister." I grinned.

I could feel him rolling his eyes from behind the door. He opened the door and looked at me. "What do you want?" He snapped.

"Sheesh, somebody's got their underwear in a twist," I Said pushing past him and entering the dorm.

He was the only one in it since everyone else was still at dinner. He rolled his eyes. "I'm tired. Now, why are you here?" He asked.

"I need the cloak," I Said.

"Why?" He asked.

"Can I borrow it? I'll give it to you before the game tomorrow." I asked, completely ignoring his question.

"No, why do you need the cloak? I'm not giving it to you until you tell me." Said Harry.

"It's none of your business where I'm going, and you don't have the right to meddle." I Said.

"Why are you getting so defensive?" He asked.

"Why are you being so intrusive?" I asked back.

"You didn't answer my question." Said Harry.

"You didn't answer mine either." I snapped back. "I'm going...out. Now let me see the cloak."

"I don't want you to do to anything that will jeopardize your chances of being in the match tomorrow." Said Harry.

"I won't, just give me the cloak," I Said.

He stared at me, not saying a word. His emerald green eyes burned straight into mine, and after a second I felt the scar on my neck burn.

"Ouch!" I yelped, holding on to it. "Are you trying to read my mind?"

"It's my cloak, I'll do whatever I please with it." Said Harry, ignoring the fact that he just tried to pry where I was going out of me. "It's dad's cloak. And Dumbledore only gave it to you because I was in America. I'm assuming that it was supposed to be shared—" Harry cut me off.