Forgotten Memories (Draco Malfoy x Reader) DISCONTINUED

Year 2// Duelling Club

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Eight o'clock approached quickly, and you hurried to the Great Hall. The long dining tables had vanished and a golden stage had appeared along one wall, lit by thousands of candles floating overhead. The ceiling was velvety black once more and most of the school seemed to be packed beneath it, all carrying their wands and looking excited.

You edged into the crowd, trying to find someone you could recognise.

"(Y/N)!" You heard a familiar voice shout through the crowd. You went on your tip toes and saw Oliver waving at you — he was standing with most of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. You weaved yourself through the densely packed people and joined them.

"I wonder who'll be teaching us?" Maxine said.

"I heard Flitwick was a duelling champion when he was younger — it might be him." Cedric suggested.

"Really?" You asked in awe. Flitwick, a duelling champion?

Your surprise did not last long. The crowd around you groaned collectively and you turned to see Gilderoy Lockhart walking onto the stage, dressed in robes of deep plum and accompanied by none other than Snape, wearing his usual black.

Lockhart waved an arm for silence and called, "Gather round, gather round! Can everyone see me? Can you all hear me? Excellent!

"Now, Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to start this little duelling club, to train you all in case you ever need to defend yourselves as I myself have done on countless occasions — for full details, see my published works."

You rolled your eyes.

"Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape," said Lockhart, flashing a wide smile. "He tells me he knows a tiny little bit about duelling himself and has sportingly agreed to help me with a short demonstration before we begin. Now, I don't want any of you youngsters to worry — you'll still have your Potions master when I'm through with him, never fear!"

"It would be better if they finished each other off." Oliver muttered from beside you making you laugh.

Snape was clearly not pleased with the situation, and was glaring daggers at Lockhart.

The two professors turned to face each other and bowed; at least, Lockhart did, with much twirling of his hands, whereas Snape jerked his head irritably. Then they raised their wands like swords in front of them.

"As you see, we are holding our wands in the accepted combative position," Lockhart explained to the silent crowd. "On the count of three, we will cast our first spells. Neither of us will be aiming to kill, of course."

"Too bad." You grumbled as Oliver sniggered.

"One — two — three —"

Both of them swung their wands above their heads and pointed them at their opponent; Snape cried: "Expelliarmus!"

There was a dazzling flash of scarlet light and Lockhart was blasted off his feet: He flew backward off the stage, smashed into the wall, and slid down it to sprawl on the floor.

You heard the Slytherins cheer (no doubt Draco was one of them), and you actually did too. As much as you hated Snape, you hated Lockhart more. Plenty of girls were craning their necks to see if Lockhart was alright, fussing about him like they were his mother.

Lockhart was getting unsteadily to his feet. His hat had fallen off and his wavy hair was standing on end.

"Well, there you have it!" he said, tottering back onto the platform. "That was a Disarming Charm — as you see, I've lost my wand — ah, thank you, Miss Brown — yes, an excellent idea to show them that, Professor Snape, but if you don't mind my saying so, it was very obvious what you were about to do. If I had wanted to stop you it would have been only too easy — however, I felt it would be instructive to let them see..."