saint potter- h.p

1.8

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cool quidditch things
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The trudge into the great hall the next morning was a gruelling task. (y/n) snuck a seat at the Slytherin table un between Draco and his friend Blaise Zabini. No one at the Slytherin table minded that she sat with them, they had accepted her as their own.

After the troll attack (y/n) hadn't gotten much sleep, she knew she looked terrible, but she tried to ignore the stares coming from the people around her.

"You look like shit (y/n)." Goyle remarked, smiling widely.

"You think I look bad, look in a mirror." His smile dropped and Blaise chuckled before turning to her.
"So what happened?"

She shrugged and grabbed a piece of bread.
"A troll almost killed me."

He nodded his head while the others gaped at her.
"A troll?!?" Draco whisper yelled, then turned around to make sure nobody from the other tables were eavesdropping.

"A troll!!" (y/n) mimicked his shocked expression. Widening her eyes and doing little jazz hands.

"You're joking right?" Crabbe looked stunned.

"No i'm not, do you want me to spell it out for you? T-R-O-L-L." Really why are they so surprised? It's Hogwarts, surely weirder things have happened.

"How'd you survive? No offence but just you alone is no match for a troll."

"Good to know you believe in me Goyle." (y/n) rolled her eyes at him, "But I guess you're right, Potter and Weasley saved Hermione and I."

"What were you doing with the mudblood?" Draco laughed, completely disregarding the fact that Potter and Weasley helped her.

(y/n)s face darkened. "Plotting your death." He narrowed his eyes, "It's none of your buisness Malfoy and don't call her that anymore."

He opened his mouth to say something but Blaise beat him to it.
"So Potter and Weasley saved you?"

"Yeah, shame they couldn't save the bathroom though, we left it in ruins."
He just smiled at her and returned to his breakfast.

Dracos face dropped completely and his expression hardened. Following his eyes (y/n) landed on the one and only Harry Potter, whom received a particularly large parcel.

"Speak of the devil." She mumbled as he goggled at the unopened package.

Draco and (y/n) moved closer to the Gryffindor table trying to get a better view.
"Is that a broomstick?"

Draco doesn't answer, he has his eyes stuck on Harry, his eyes wide and mouth open.

"Draco stop drooling over Potter and answer me!! Im confused!!"

He glared at her and straightened himself out.
"That's a Nimbus 2000, it's the first quidditch game of the year today, Slytherin vs Gryffindor." Huffing he turned around and stomped out of the great hall, probably thinking of spells he could throw at Harry during the game.

Hermione caught her staring and smiled at her, (y/n) smiled back before running out to catch up with Draco.
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"Are you sure this is okay? I mean the great hall is one thing, but being the only one dressed in red and gold in a stand full of Slytherins doesn't sound welcoming."