Draco Malfoy and the Sorcerer's Stone

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P.S.- This is going to follow both the book and the movie because I want to fit two chapters in one which is the next one. Sorry that I've been slacking, I've been going through something right now. The best thing that made me happy was seeing that we got more readers, I'm happy we have more people reading and showing support. I will try to upload more often because of the whole staying at home, but I hope you all like the story so far. I will hopefully finish this year soon.

"I knew I heard his name somewhere," Hermione said. We were back at Hogwarts after Christmas break, I had just told her about what Y/n told me about the Philosopher's Stone. "I read the same book for a bit of light reading," Hermione continued. "And what about the mirror?" "It was gone the next day," I replied. "My sister was right, it would have driven you mad," Harry replied. "It was for the best." Just then, Ron's brothers approached us. "Did ya hear?" George asked. "Hear what?" I questioned. "Zabini's referee for the Quidditch match tomorrow," Fred told.

"What!?" We all exclaimed. "He's not going to be fair if we might overtake Slytherin." Harry replied. The twins shrugged then went off. "Don't play," said Hermione at once. "Say you're ill," said Harry. "Pretend to break your leg," Hermione suggested. "Really break your leg," said Ron. "I can't," I said. "There isn't a reserve Seeker. If I back out, Gryffindor can't play at all." "Well, dad isn't coming to the game with Sirius, so you will be vulnerable," Harry told. "I just have to play a fair game so he doesn't give the game to the other team," I insisted then we went to class.

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As the match drew nearer, however, I became more and more nervous, whatever I told Harry, Ron, and Hermione. The rest of the team weren't too calm, either. The idea of overtaking Slytherin in the House Championship was wonderful, no one had done it for nearly seven years, but would we be allowed to, with such a biased referee? I didn't know whether I was imagining it or not, but I seemed to keep running into Zabini wherever I went. At times, I wondered whether Zabini was following me, trying to catch me on my own.

Potions lessons were turning into a sort of weekly torture, Zabini was so horrible to me. Could Zabini possibly know we'd found out about the Philosopher's Stone? I didn't see how he could – yet I had the horrible feeling that Zabini could read minds. I knew, when they wished me good luck outside the changing rooms next afternoon, that Ron and Hermione were wondering whether they'd ever see me alive again. This wasn't what you'd call comforting. I hardly heard a word of Wood's pep talk as he pulled on his Quidditch robes and picked up I Nimbus Two Thousand.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione, meanwhile, had found a place in the stands next to Blaise, who couldn't understand why they looked so grim and worried, or why they had both brought their wands to the match. Little did Harry know that Harry and Hermione had been secretly practicing the Leg-Locker Curse. They'd got the idea from Thorn using it on Neville, and were ready to use it on Zabini if he showed any sign of wanting to hurt Harry. "Now, don't forget, it's Locomotor Mortis," Hermione muttered as Harry slipped his wand up his sleeve.

"He knows," Ron snapped. "Don't nag." Back in the changing room, Wood had taken me aside. "Don't want to pressure you, Potter, but if we ever need an early capture of the Snitch it's now. Finish the game before Zabini can favor Hufflepuff too much." "The whole school's out there!" said Fred Weasley, peering out of the door. "Even – blimey – Dumbledore's come to watch!" MY heart did a somersault. "Dumbledore" I questioned, dashing to the door to make sure.

Fred was right. There was no mistaking that silver beard. I could have laughed out loud with relief. I was safe. There was simply no way that Zabini would dare to try and hurt me if Dumbledore was watching. "Dumbledore, sir," James said shaking his hand. "James, sit with me, will you?" Dumbledore insisted. "There are somethings we must discuss. Sirius, nice to see you too, Ms. Xale mentioned that you made an appearance last game." "Well, Ms. Xale was always bright," Sirius smiled. "Where is she?"