𝔗𝔬 𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔜𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔒𝔫𝔢 - 𝔗𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢
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"It feels bittersweet to love you, as though time has already run it's ruinous path and everything good is over before it begins.
It feels perilous to love you, like a dust storm swallowing up...
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Artemis had never quite gotten used to Draco being on the Quidditch team. Both him and Zabini were gone most afternoons, leaving her with either Nott or her dormmates. Not that she didn't like either of them, it was just being in a group made things easier; The pressure of having to carry a conversation evaporated when there was another person to do the job.
On the day of the first Quidditch match of the season, the Slytherins were boasting more than ever, making sure the rest of the school knew how well they were doing on their new broomsticks. Draco was the first to make a remark towards Weasley, causing him to lunge at him only to be held back by Potter and Granger.
"I'm not worried whatsoever, what d'you say, Zabini?" Draco asked smugly.
"There's no reason to be." Zabini shared the same smug grin as Draco, "They've got no strategy, not to mention only one of them's got a decent broom."
The Slytherin table jeered together as the incoming Gryffindor team sent dirty looks.
As eleven o'clock hit, the school made their way down to the Quidditch pitch, avoiding puddles and huddling together for warmth. The Slytherins sat on the edge of their seats, eagerly awaiting their team to wipe the floor with their rival team.
Artemis, Pansy, and Nott were all careful to protect their green banner that said, "MALFOY FOR MINISTER FOR MAGIC!" even if Artemis casted at least three waterproof charms.
There was a great boom from the Slytherin team as they made their way to the field to meet Madam Hooch. Their arrogant faces had worsened since last year and they weren't afraid to hide it. Flint and Oliver Wood shook hands, death gripping each other and sending silent curses towards one another.
"On my whistle," Madam Hooch said, "Three... Two... One!"
The Quaffle was shot into the air and seized by Flint, making the Slytherin stand go wild. Artemis, Pansy, and Nott all held onto their banner proudly, shaking it furiously when Malfoy passed. It was slightly embarrassing nonetheless, but Pansy had insisted. There was no missing Draco's smile every time he passed.
The Slytherin chasers were nothing less than talented. Not even five minutes into the match, they had scored fourty points. The stadium roared with Slytherin support while the other house stands weren't quite as enthusiastic.
Even while playing, the Slytherin team didn't miss an opportunity to show off their new brooms as they jet passed the overmatched Gryffindors.
Above Draco's soaring was Potter, waiting patiently like a hawk trying to find its prey. Draco must've caught sight of him too because he streaked overhead.
"Another goal for Slytherin!" Fourth year, Lee Johnson bellowed into the microphone.
