Drarry: a Beauty and the Beast story

Chapter 8; Queer Quidditch

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Hey my dear three readers,
I know it's been a long time since I've uploaded. But as we all know, I'm lazy af and I know it's not an excuse, but still... Now we are all locked up inside and our families are driving us crazy. So, then we lock ourselves up in our rooms and the boredom can start taking over. Then a friend reminded me that I hadn't uploaded in a while and since I have nothing better to do, here's a new chapter. Please tell me if you like it or not, because I'm not sure if I should continue this story or not.
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Draco POV

“Maybe you should eat something, you already skipped breakfast this morning,” Draco suggested worried.
“As long as you aren’t talking to me, I’m not talking to you, let alone listening to your stupid advise,” Pansy said.
“Well, as long as you aren’t eating anything, I won’t eat either,” Draco folded his hands in his lap. Pansy scoffed.

Why isn’t she eating? I do hope this is something temporarily. I don’t want a re-experience of what happened last year. Pansy suffered from an eating disorder and I, her best friend, didn’t even notice until it was almost too late.

Stay calm Draco, she’s just doing this because she’s mad at you. Damnit, why can’t she just stop being mad for a second, I’m starving. Why did we have to skip breakfast again?

“Hey mate, ready for the big competition?” Blaise took place between Draco and Pansy. “Huh?” Draco said focused on the delicious looking pile of sandwiches right in front of him.
“Yeah, right, it’s only Slytherin against Gryffindor, not that big of a deal,” Blaise said his voice dripping with sarcasm. “FUCK!” Draco immediately stopped imagining about how that sandwich would taste.

Everyone from the Slytherin table turned to him. Draco’s cheeks turned a bright red and he quickly hid behind Blaise who couldn’t do anything but grin.
“Something tells me you forgot,” Blaise whispered over his shoulder.
“Shut up Blaise,” Draco growled.
“Maybe you should go and prepare,” Blaise remarked.

Draco’s stomach rumbled and he casted one last glance at the sandwiches. No, don’t admit you’re hungry, otherwise Pansy will think that you’re weak or don’t care about her.
“Do I see you at the game?” he asked more or less to Pansy’s back. She shrugged.

Harry POV

“I know you’re upset, just as Ginny. But I don’t see her strolling down the Quidditch pitch like a wreck. You know what she does? She found a way to turn her anger and misery into energy. You need to do the same. The team needs you mate,” Ron said while they were walking to the boy’s room.
Harry nodded.

They walked into the changing room and Harry took his Quidditch uniform out of his locker. He took off his shirt. He unzipped his pants and started taking it off, but his right foot got stuck in the leg and he lost his balance. All the other boys started laughing. He stumbled through the room, fell and landed on the doorstep just as someone opened the door.

“Watch it Potter! Really, is it that hard to stand straight?” Draco closed the door and burst out in an evil laughter. He watched Harry and quit laughing.

Well, this is just great. I’m sitting at Malfoy’s feet wearing nothing but my red boxer shorts. Why is he looking at me like that? He’s probably making fun of me in his head right now. Harry quickly scaled up and hurried back to his locker.

“Come on boys, we have to hurry if we want to do a warming-up!” Ginny yelled through the closed door.

Draco POV

After scaring some first years out of his way, Draco stepped onto the Quidditch field and breathed in the fresh air.

This is something that’ll never change, Hogwarts, Quidditch, the feeling of freedom and most importantly; no such thing as a war, no picking sides.
You are a Slytherin, you belong with the other Slytherin people, but- and I will deny thinking it- in the end we are all on the same side; Hogwarts’s.