THE RAVENCLAW AFFAIR

Chapter 6: Deathday Party Hall

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The Ravenclaw Affair

Chapter Six

Draco shuffled the sealed envelope between his fingers as he debated upon whether to open it or not. It was guaranteed to sour his mood. Finally, after much indecision, he tore open the letter and read.

Draco,

We received word from that oaf of a buffoon, Albus Dumbledore, that you were sorted into Ravenclaw. It's a great travesty and an injustice that you should be placed in a house that was named after a thief and a loon. Now I know what the books say about Rowena Ravenclaw, but the Dark Lord assures me that she was nothing but a kleptomaniac, who in her thievery, gained notoriety, not because of her magical abilities, but because she pilfered magical artifacts from many ancient civilizations. That in itself is not so terribly bad, as it shows ingenuity, but losing them in her senility and not putting them to good use or passing them along to someone who could make use of them, say Salazar Slytherin, makes her a disgrace to the wizarding world. Even more disturbing than your loss in stature is that we hear that you must live with a Mudblood! Your mother would be mortified to hear of this, so I have not divulged this particular fact to Narcissa. Do not think I don't know you son, for I was young once. Take her as you may, like any Master would a slave or underling, then broom her quick. Under no circumstances will you taint our line. Hope this letter finds you well. We shall see you at Christmas, Draco.

Lucius Malfoy

The letter fell from his grasp where it landed on the floor. He leapt from the bed and made his way to the window where he stared out over the vast sweeping grounds of Hogwarts. He was furious inside at reading his Father's words. Fuck, am I just like him? You know you want to fuck Hermione, you do! You are no different than that sadistic bastard you call Father, his thoughts screamed out at him. Broom her quick. Don't taint our line. Mudblood, Mudblood,Mudblood, he heard his own self say to Hermione over and over again. He clutched his head and grimaced as a wave of guilt washed over him. In just a few short weeks something had changed in him. He didn't know when it started, he only knew that it had. Quidditch. Why did you do that? He asked himself. His mind was traveling at breakneck speeds as he

was once again flying high over the Quidditch pitch, hard after the snitch. He slammed into the Hufflepuff Seeker and gave the bloke a hard jab to the ribs with his elbow, for good measure. The Seeker doubled over and Draco shot off after the golden ball with wings. It was all a piece of cake for him. Hufflepuff was the weakest of the houses at Quidditch and he knew that Granger wanted a win. She wasn't used to losing, not after having that ponce of a four eyes, Harry Potter, who had a golden horseshoe up his arse when it came to catching the snitch.No, Hermione wanted to win and moreover, she expected to win. He saw it on her face before the match, when she'd asked him if they stood a chance.

"Better luck next time, Malfoy!" the Hufflepuff Seeker called out to him from behind, "Your Keeper was just smacked by a bludger. She's going down," he taunted. The snitch streamed through the air in front of him, but he was riding with the G forces and it would soon be within reach. "Come on Granger, just hold on a few more seconds," he said as he turned his attentions to the Ravenclaw goal. The Hufflepuffs were playing dirty as they surrounded Hermione like a buzzard waiting for its prey to succumb. Time and again they kept up with the bludgers and then her broom snapped. It wasn't her fault. Not even the best Keeper could dodge that many bludgers in a row. He didn't have time to consider his options as he leaned hard to the left on his broom and then darted downwards, with his heart in his throat. He worried he wouldn't make it. Her arms and legs were flailing in midair, as she plummeted to the ground. He never told her that while the pitch was bewitched during practices, it wasn't during actual matches. From that height, she could expect to sustain some heavy injuries. He leaned down low on the broom and the Firebolt shot off like white lightning. Relief washed over him when he caught the Granger girl by the scruff of the neck. His arm ached from the grip he had on her, but as he lowered her to the ground, he saw the dismay on her face at losing and he knew that he'd let her down. When that fucking prick Harry Potter put the screws to him and asked him why he did it, he found that he didn't have an answer for him. It was a split second decision, and his actions surprised even him. "Fuck, she's no different than all the rest." Then why did you catch her instead of the snitch? He raked a hand through his hair and let out a deep sigh and then he dressed. He trod down the spiral staircase that led to the Ravenclaw common room. Pull yourself together, Draco. She was wearing a skirt that fell down just above the knee. Her knee socks that he used to find so uptight and prissy, appeared different. Granger was wholesome, innocent and naïve. As smart as the muggle born witch was, and he had to admit that she was, there was no denying it, not when he sat next to her in damned near every class and he got to see her test grades, for all of that though, she was still a naïve virgin. What in the hell was she even doing with him? He was a Slytherin, a snake in the grass, put there to tempt her and tease her and make her submit to his whims of fancy. No you're not. You're a Ravenclaw. The bloody hat was wrong. You were never a Slytherin. "Malfoy? You want to talk about it? You know... the letter?" she said looking up from her book.