Blood traitor (slow updates)

Chapter 3 ☑️

A/N: the first few chapters were during first year but I really don't want to do the Chamber of Secrets. So imma skip straight to third year😂( not for a few chapters).
Edit: I'm probably just going to tweak the chapters slightly so that they make sense (I'm now going to try and make the chapters go into third year) so welcome to third year

-Hermione's POV-
As usual I sat at the Gryffindor table I strategically positioned myself so I could look at her... Oh stupid old me falling for somebody who is so beautiful and out of my league
Her grey to blue hue orbs
The way her tan skin looks against the green accents of her Slytherin uniform
The gentle waves of her dirty blonde hair and how she ties it up in a high ponytail which is usually extremely messy, I mean after three years you just notice these things. Right?
IM SO STUPID
I can't fall in love with her! She's a-a-a girl not to mention a Slytherin!

I began eating the food that appeared in front of all the students hoping that I can suppress the short-ish Slytherin. Evie Whitaker to be exact

We don't talk. Or at least not a lot.
Only when we're paired up for classes like potions, DADA and COMC

-Evie's POV-
I wearily look around the Slytherin table looking for Draco surely he couldn't have left me to eat alone today! Through my rage I steadily calmed myself.

Oh no I've really done it again haven't I? I suddenly felt someone tug at my sleeve pulling me down
"Hello Everlost"
"Same for you Drak"
Draco knows I hate my REAL name "Evelyn" god it makes my skin crawl so through the years of calling me that horrid name it was altered to "everlost" since I'm always getting lost (how convenient of a nickname because I literally walked past Draco 3 times this morning... Again). After a couple of years Evelyn formed into my current name Evie Lyn

Draco also hates being called "Drak" but he views me as a little sister. So naturally I have to ruin his reputation! What are little "sisters" for?

"Shut up Evie" Draco playfully punches my shoulder
"No that's no fun though" I whine jokingly. Crossing my arms and pouting like a little kid, I steal a glance at the Gryffindor table because I felt eyes on me, not that I cared of course, I was sort of used to it by now but this felt different. Like I wanted to look up at who it was which wasn't normal for me.

Hermione Granger was looking straight at me, I managed to maintain my poker face then casually winked at her while I was mentally screaming at what I had just done.

Me and Draco sprung into random conversation. Taking about anything and everything then about nothing at all. Draco continuously trying to get me to join the Slytherin quidditch team.
I politely tried to decline but he simply wouldn't back off even when I began to threaten him. Draco never had to try out for the quidditch team since his father bought him into the team as seeker, Draco's father offered to do the same for me but I declined his offer because I wouldn't like to know that I was only on the team because someone threw some money and new brooms at them. I could fly sure but I wasn't the most amazing quidditch player. I'd make a terrible seeker since I have don't have a nack for spotting things. I'd be a trashy keeper/ beater because I've got steady reactions and prefer to work in a group, that way I've got someone to fall back onto if and when I screw up.

So over the entire summer my mother and father bought me a broomstick. A fire bolt and then spent a load of time and effort into coaching me to become a Chaser, I wasn't to interested at first but soon learned to love it.

Here I am now, after classes. Hanging out with my close friends from Gryffindor telling them about me trying out for the Slytherin quidditch team