HIS |Draco Malfoy|

7

"I grew a flower that can't be bloomed in a dream that can't come true."

              FROM THE moment I understood words, I knew magic was real and the meaning of magic to muggle children was way different than mine. Magic to me was when my father came home looking not as tired as the day before. When my siblings looked like they were having the best day of their lives and when my friends weren't looking so troubled. I think the moment my mother started reading me love stories, Love became like magic to me. I didn't understand how someone could fall in love with only one person for the rest of their lives but of course, love stories are fictionalized. My mother told me that I would know when I was in love but how would I know when I didn't know what love felt like.

The feeling of liking someone was a fuzzy feeling. The feeling of butterflies in your stomach when you think of seeing them. I've had crushes before and I knew this feeling well. Mother said that's where it starts. A crush. But why am I feeling this way over some Slytherin that's only been bothering me? He's given me no reason to like him but I'm feeling this way.

Harry and I walked down the hallway he had said something about talking to Cedric. Many students were wearing these really offensive badges about Harry and I tried to keep calm wanting nothing more than to punch them in the face. They would grab them and show them to him yelling Potter Stinks. As we tried to enter the patio two students blocked us. A blonde girl and some really tall guy they laughed as they pointed the badges at him. I pushed the blonde girl and she fell. I ripped off the badges and she scoffed. Harry grabbed my arm and dragged me away I just stuck my tongue out at her yes I know very immature of me.

As we approached Cedric and his friends I realized they were wearing the same badges. I rolled my eyes as Cedric tried to explain to Harry that he tried to stop them. Sure. I stood to the side and glared at his friends. "Come on Ana." I started walking back with him and I see red hair. I hesitated a little. "You're a git you know that?"  Harry screams at him. Ron grabs my arm.

"You think so?"

"I know so."

"Anything else?"

"Yea stay away from me." Ron shrugs "My sister is coming with me. Stay away from her." Before I could even speak Ron pulls me forward making my bag fall from my shoulder. Harry grabs my other arm. "She can decide on her own. You're not her father." Ron gets in his face this time. "I may not be her father but I am her older brother." I cough loudly "By a few minutes." They ignore me and I tug my arms back rubbing them a little. "Being her older brother doesn't mean you have the right to tell her what to do."

"Well if it isn't Potter." The voice makes me freeze. Ron rolls his eyes and leaves. I don't turn around. "My father and I have a bet you see. I don't think you'll last ten minutes in this tournament. He disagrees he thinks you won't last five." Harry just about cuts him off. "I don't give a damn what your father thinks!" I turn around catching eyes with him for just a second. Harry pushes him up against the tree. "You're pathetic." Draco gets enraged by that and tries to take out his wand as Harry starts to walk away. I hear a quick spell and Draco turns into a white ferret.

Harry starts laughing and I feel a surge of anger curse through me when I realized it was Professor Moody "This is against the rules Professor stop this right now." I said through gritted teeth as he made Draco go into one of his minions pants "Is that a student?!" Professor McGonagall screamed, "Technically it's a ferret." By now a huge crowd of students was formed. "Stop!" I screamed grabbing and throwing Professor Moody's wand he looked at me in shock as Draco transformed back. He was on his knees in front of me and he hugged my waist, his face hid in my stomach and I unconsciously put my hand on his head and my other hand was pointing my wand at Professor Moody. "It's alright Ms. Weasley I will deal with Professor Moody." Professor McGonagall said. I didn't notice as Professor Moody led Harry away I was preoccupied with making sure Draco was okay.

"My father will hear about this." He whispered in my stomach and I wasn't that ticklish so it didn't bother me. I massaged his head and fixed his hair a little. I picked up my head noticing everyone was gone. I felt his hands tighten around my waist and it took me a lot not to wince. He stood up, his face was hardened and he walked away. I gripped my bag. Why did that hurt so much? I felt many thoughts swirling through my head. My inner voice screaming at me for not saying anything.

I took a deep breath and shook my head getting rid of the feeling in my chest trying my best to ignore it.

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The next day was the first round of the tournament, against dragons. I pulled my beanie lower and my jacket tighter as Hermione pulled me towards one of the tents which should be holding Harry. "Pst!" Hermione hissed loudly by the tent. She opened the tent a little. "Harry is that you? It's me and Ana." We heard a quiet yea "How are you feeling?" She gave me a face that said I don't know what else to say I almost could have laughed if it wasn't so serious.

"Are you okay?" My voice came out soft and I moved the tent in front of Hermione, his green eyes pierced mine the look of complete fear swam in them. "Well, I'm battling a dragon." His eyes didn't leave mine. They looked at me almost pleading to take him away from all of this. I couldn't hold it as I took a deep breath and threw myself at him his arms quickly wrapped around my waist and mine around his neck. His face hid in my neck and I heard a quick snap and Hermione pulled me away.

"Ahh young love." Rita Skeeter. Oh, God. "You two are gonna make the front page." My skin crawled as I knew what that Quick-Quotes Quill was writing on that paper. I could just imagine the letter I would be getting from Mother and the screaming from Ron was already filling my ear. Before I could say anything Hermione pulled me away my hand slipping from Harry's. Before long we were up on the stands waiting for Harry to compete. He was the last one. My stomach started hurting from all the nerves. Ron rubbed my back without looking or saying anything as Harry walked out.

I almost screamed as the dragon almost hit Harry with its tail. The Hungarian Horn Tail was one of the most dangerous breeds, if not the most dangerous. I remember Charlie talking about them. That chain around its neck is worthless once it gets angry. I search my brain of anything that could be useful against that dragon as it basically makes Harry into a rag doll "He needs to use his wand." I hear Hermione whisper before she starts screaming. I follow her. He calls for his broom and everyone starts clapping as he jumps on it. The dragon escapes from its chains and follows Harry, crashing into some things and follows Harry away from the arena.

"Oh my god, oh my god." I put my hands into my head not wanting to imagine what was going on at the moment. The arena went silent, waiting for something to happen. The swoosh sound came not long ago Harry held the egg in his hand.

As we ran to our dorm I saw Draco giving me a hard look that made my insides feel weird. I looked away as if I hadn't noticed him and I heard a quiet scoff. Harry was held up by the twins with the egg in his hands as we celebrated. "Go on Harry what's the clue." We all waited in anticipation for him to open it. "You want me to open it?" He screamed and our house screamed back a YES  he smiles and opens, immediately a screeching sound comes out making everyone cover their ears. I push so hard on my ears that my wrist starts hurting as if I had been working out for hours.

"The bloody hell was that?" Was the first thing I hear when Harry closes it. My eyes turn towards my brother, Ron, we all stare at him quietly and he looks down and up awkwardly I go up to him and wrap my arm around his. "Alright everyone go back to your rooms," George says and everyone starts mumbling things. I let go of Ron as he approaches Harry and they start talking. I smile. Maybe they're finally making up.