saint potter- h.p

2.3

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waste of space, foolish foul-mouthed cowardly arsehole
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Draco dragged (y/n) down to the quidditch pitch, insisting that she watched him train for his new position: Slytherin Seeker.

(y/n) was initially surprised that he had gotten onto the team. Not that Draco was bad at quidditch, it was just that seeker was a very important position and he was only an arrogant second year, surely there were people better suited for the spot than he was.

But everything had made sense when they approached the Slytherin team, all of them holding the new Nimbus 2001s, the same broom Draco got in Diagon Alley.

"So you bought your way in?" (y/n) asked with a look of disappointment, she wanted Draco to try at something instead of having everything handed to him. He really was talented when he tried.

All of the Slytherin team except for their captain Marcus Flint exchanged knowing glances, signifying that she was right.

"No he didn't (l/n), Malfoy has the adequate talent for the seeker position, the brooms are just an added bonus." Marcus patted Draco on the back then set off onto the field, only to be met with the Gryffindor team.

"Where do you think you're going Flint?" Oliver Wood the Gryffindor captain asked, obviously annoyed.

Marcus smiled that unpleasant smile of his, his large front teeth peeking out, "Quidditch practice." He said smugly.

Wood furrowed his brows. "I booked the pitch for Gryffindor today."

"Easy Wood, I've got a note." Marcus flailed a rolled piece of parchment in his face and Oliver snatched it out of his hands. Ron and Hermione marched up from one of the benches behind the two teams.

"I professor Severus Snape hereby give the Slytherin team permission to practice today, owing to the need to train their new seeker." Oliver read lazily then looked at Marcus. "You've got a new seeker? Who?"

The Slytherin team split to reveal Draco with (y/n) standing beside him. She slouched trying to escape but Fred saw her before she could run.

"(y/n) you said you couldn't play quidditch?"

She quickly scooted over beside Ron, "Oh no I can't play-

"Malfoy?" Harry breathed as Draco stepped up, clearly trying to contain a sneer.

"That's right, and that's not all that's new this year." He moved his broom to his right hand and the rest of the team followed, making sure the Gryffindors had a good view of the expensive sticks.

Ron looked flabbergasted, "Those are Nimbus 2001s! How did you get those?"

"A gift from Draco's father." Draco looked proudly from Marcus to Ron. "You see Weasley unlike some my father can afford the best." He bragged.

Hermione scoffed, "At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got in on pure talent."

Draco smirk dropped and he strided up to the bushy haired girl. "No one asked for your opinion, you filthy little mudblood."
There were multiple gasps from behind him at the foul word. (y/n)s being the loudest as she gripped her wand.

"Malfoy that was too far." (y/n) went up to hex him but Ron beat her to it, taking out his broken wand.

"You'll pay for that one Malfoy, eat slugs!" But instead of hitting Draco the spell fired back at him and he fell backwards. Hermione and the Gryffindor team rushed after him.

(y/n) grabbed Draco's robe and pointed her wand at his neck, much like she did the year before on the train. "Malfoy you better watch your mouth or I'll shove that fancy polished piece of wood up your arse."