Ms. Horned Serpent (Harry x Reader x Draco)

Weasley is Our King

   The first Quidditch game of the season was drawing near. You had been pushing your team, having practices twice a day. You had been guarded by 7th years for weeks, who did let anyone within 5 feet of you. You weren't aloud to eat anything not made by a slytherin, to avoid you being poisoned. You had to stop other slytherins from attacking the Gryinffdor team, which didn't go well, since they couldn't attack anyone, they turned to mocking them. They made a full song about how much Ron sucked, and buttons, so many buttons. 
   It was the morning of the game. "(y/n)!" Called Liam, one of your 7th year body guards, "Here's your breakfast." You set a plate of toast, eggs, and a goblet of pumpkin juice in front of you.
   "Thanks." You said, starting to eat. Your other body guard, Ryan showed up too, leading Draco. "Hello, honey."
   "Hey." He kissed your forehead and sat next to you, Ryan set a other plate in front of him. "I can't wait to beat the those gryffindors into the ground."
   "Yeah, I-" "Back up, nerd!" You attention was caught by Liam yelling. You head snapped up to see him blocking a gryffindor 2nd year from walking by you.
   "Liam, it's a 2nd year, let them pass." You said, going back to your food. After eating, your team was walked to the field by 14 7th years.
   After everyone was changed you rallied them. "You all know the plan, beaters protect Draco, Miles you have to watch out for Fred and George, Chasers take shots you can or get the quaffle to me, Draco you need to get the snitch." You said, standing on the bench, pointing your broom at your players. "You ready?"
   "Yes!" They chanted back.
   "What are we?"
   "Slytherins!"
   "What are we going to do?"
   "WIN!"
   "Alright, let's go!" You yelled, as your team marched onto the field. After a minute of waiting, the gryffindor team walked onto the field, their red uniforms moving in the wind.
   "Captains shake hands," ordered the umpire, Madam Hooch, you and Angelina shook hands, she had fear in her eyes, she was scared of you. "Mount your brooms. . . ."Madam Hooch placed her whistle in her mouth and blew.The balls were released and the fourteen players shot upward. You quickly got the quaffle, "And it's (y/n), (y/n) with the Quaffle-" You quickly zoomed to the rings, getting 10 points. Ron barely had time to think before you got 2 more. Montague went to throw the quaffle to you, but Alicia caught it.
   "Now Alicia got it, she's duckedWarrington, she's passed Montague, she's — ouch — been hit frombehind by a Bludger from Crabbe. . . . Montague catches the Quaffle,Montague heading back up the pitch and — nice Bludger there fromGeorge Weasley, that's a Bludger to the head for Montague, he dropsthe Quaffle, caught by (y/n)," You quickly scored 40 mores points, you heard the unmistakable song your house created. " (y/n) dodges Johnson, avoids a Bludger — close call, and the crowd are loving this, just listen to them, what's that they'resinging?"And as Lee paused to listen the song rose loud and clear from thesea of green and silver in the Slytherin section of the stands: Weasley is our king.
   You had to hold back a laugh, getting 2 more goals. Ron was frozen. Johnson caught the quaffle, zooming to the slytherins goals. She went to score, but Miles caught it, throwing it to you. You quickly got more goals, Ron was still frozen.
   Warrington past you the quaffle, but your eye caught something. Fred just hit a bludger at you, you moved out of the way, dropping the quaffle. Fred's eyes were clouded by anger. Crabbe hit a Bludger at Spinnet, you quickly caught the quaffle, getting more points, but your ear caught a voice. Draco was singing. "MALFOY, STOP SINGING AND GET THE SNITCH!" You yelled.
   You scored 5 more goals, then you noticed Draco and Harry chasing after the snitch, the a deafing crack, Crabbe just hit a bludger at Harry. Madam Hooch blew her whistle, everyone landed.
   "Saved Weasley's neck, haven't you?" Draco said, he stormed over to Harry. "I've neverseen a worse Keeper . . . but then he was born in a bin. . . . Did youlike my lyrics, Potter?"Harry did not answer; he turned away to meet the rest of the teamwho were now landing one by one, yelling and punching the air in triumph, all except Ron, who had dismounted from his broom over bythe goalposts and was making his way slowly back to the changingrooms alone.
   "We wanted to write another couple of verses!" Malfoy called, asKatie and Alicia hugged Harry. "But we couldn't find rhymes for fatand ugly — we wanted to sing about his mother, see —"
   "Talk about sour grapes," said Angelina, casting Malfoy a disgustedlook.
   "— we couldn't fit in useless loser either — for his father, youknow —"Fred and George had realized what Malfoy was talking about.Halfway through shaking Harry's hand they stiffened, looking aroundat Malfoy.
   "Malfoy, stand down," You said, he clearly didn't here you.
   "— but you like the Weasleys, don't you, Potter?" said Malfoy,sneering. "Spend holidays there and everything, don't you? Can't seehow you stand the stink, but I suppose when you've been dragged upby Muggles even the Weasleys' hovel smells okay —"
   "Malfoy, I said stand down!" You yelled at him, he didn't even look at you.
   "Or perhaps," said Malfoy, leering as he backed away, "you can remember what your mother's house stank like, Potter, and Weasley'spigsty reminds you of it —" The Weasley twins and Potter charged at Malfoy. Harry punched Malfoy in his stomach, You stood there frozen, watching the 4 boys fight.
   "IMPEDIMENTA!" You yelled, knocking the 4 boys 20 feet away from each other.
   "What do you think you're doing?" screamed Madam Hooch, asHarry leapt to his feet again. She was holding her whistle in one hand and a wandin the other, her broom lay abandoned several feet away. Malfoy wascurled up on the ground, whimpering and moaning, his nose bloody;George was sporting a swollen lip; Fred was still being forcibly restrained by the three Chasers, and Crabbe was cackling in the background. You walked over to Draco, grabbing him by the skin of his neck, and marching him off the field, your necklace glowing red.
   You pushed him onto the slytherin common room couch, quickly healing all his injuries. "WHAT IN THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!" You yelled, as he sat up. "SAYING STUFF LIKE THAT! HOW DARE YOU- HOW COULD YOU EVEN- I SWEAR IF I WHERE-" The rest of the slytherin team walked in.
   "IF YOU EVER DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT AGAIN, I'LL CUT YOU FROM THE TEAM!" You screamed at him.
   "Why are you defending them-" "I'm not defending them! I'm telling you what you did was wrong, and I won't put up with it. Go clean yourself off, malfoy." You turned away from him, "And that goes to the rest of you, take your lost with grace." You went into your room.