Malfoy - A Draco Malfoy Story

Chapter 11

TRIGGER WARNING: R*pe/sexual assault!!! // There is content in this chapter some readers may find disturbing!!

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I took a gulp of drink as everyone around me chatted excitedly, rowdily chanting and yelling, wearing their house colours. 

Pansy was down the table and across from me, desperately huddling up to Draco as close as she could get, loudly asking him about how he was going to play, asking what tactics he was thinking of using, telling him that she knew he'd do brilliantly; he looked fed up and pissed off, barely answering her questions. I knew he was enjoying the attention though.
I refrained from throwing up all over the table at Pansy's gushing and drooling, looking away from her and instead setting my eyes elsewhere.

The floods of green and silver around me moved in washes as the Slytherins at my table rough and tumbled, squawking and screaming about the coming game. They were overly hyped for the quidditch match.

Already sick of them being boisterous, I picked up my plate and moved over to the Hufflepuff table, where Alisha and Isaac were sitting.

They both gave me a warm smile as I slammed the copper plate onto the wood surface.

"Slytherins being pricks." I mumbled through a mouthful of bread.

Alisha nodded knowingly, "Guessing you're still not going to then game, then?"

"Hell no." I shook my head. "I'd really rather not. I hope you guys have fun though." 

Understanding my annoyance, Alisha gave me a sorrowful smile, obviously knowing that there was no persuading me into going.

"Apparently the Gryffindors have been training really hardcore for this match. They're desperate to win." Isaac grinned, nodding his head over to the Gryffindor table where Harry was sat with a load of other quidditch players, their red and gold robes trailing onto the floor, brooms discarded around them. 
Ron was perched on top of the table, listening intently to whatever Harry was saying, looking as if he were about to vomit. All the colour was drained from his face; he was ghostly white.

"Ron looks like he's going to be sick." I mumbled.

"Can't blame him, there's probably so much pressure on him right now." Alisha furrowed her eyebrows as she turned around, looking sadly over at the ginger boy, who had now switched where he was sitting to be across from his friends, nervously drinking out of his copper cup as Hermione began to yell at Harry.

"Hermione is clearly stressed about something as well." Alisha frowned, turning back around to us. "Wonder what their game plan is. It must be big if Hermione is freaking out aswell."

 "It's looking like it'll be a good match", Isaac beamed widely, "I'm sorry you're not coming."

"It'll be a violent match." I corrected, "I'll come to more in the summer term, I promise."

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While the vast majority of the school were out at the Slytherin and Gryffindor game I stayed behind in the common room to get some homework out the way.

I never enjoyed the Gryffindor games as much. Practically the whole school turned up for them, and everyone gets way too competitive and violent for me. The crowds are always vastly bigger, and louder, especially when it's against Slytherin. The two sides seem to get off on screaming at the other in an attempted ego boost. I loved the game, not the arguments that came with it.

Rather than standing out in the bitter cold for hours, I could get a head start on my 5 page Charms essay which I had been massively procrastinating