Although Charms class was a disaster that ended with me getting punished with the last way I want to spend my Friday afternoon, I'm quite excited for the little get together Adrian and I have in less than an hour.
I attempt to rush to my room so that I can change into some more comfortable attire to practice playing Quidditch in, but I did end up taking a few wrong turns on my way to the Slytherin Dungeon. It's about 3:05 when I finally get to the courtyard with all my stuff to see Adrian waiting for me.
He's wearing a black Slytherin sweatshirt matching his dark hair, that makes his blue eyes pop against his creamy skin. He's holding his broomstick in one hand and playing with his hair with the other. I just picked out a Slytherin crewneck that Tracey was kind enough to lend me, with my hair pulled up in a messy bun on top of my head.
"Well, well, look who finally decided to show up," he says as I walk over to him.
"You're lucky I didn't stand you up," I joke.
"Fair enough, are you ready to get going?" he asks with a grin on his pretty face.
"Yeah, where are your friends though?" I say as I look around to see if I recognize any of his usual friend group standing by us.
"They went out to the pitch 5 minutes ago to warm up because you took so long, not going to lie, y/n, I almost left with them," Adrian huffs as if he's annoyed with me having been late but making it obvious he isn't as the corners of his mouth suggest a smile accompanied by a twinkle in his eyes.
Deciding to have fun with it, I reply, "I'm sorry I was late, my aunt sent me an awful letter," with an exaggerated look of defeat and sadness.
He asks, "oh, what'd the letter say?" and his eyes fill with curiosity as we begin to make our way over to the Quidditch pitch.
Sighing I say, "she's changed her mind about my being at Hogwarts, she says it's too dangerous and she doesn't want anything bad to happen to me, so..."
His eyes widen and he stops in his tracks, almost dropping his broomstick, "don't tell me she's taking you out," he says slowly.
"Fridays my last day," I say, looking down at my feet so that he can't see the smile creeping onto my face. Unfortunately for me, he brings his thumb to my chin to tilt my face up to look at him, then seeing the humour lit in my eyes, he rolls his eyes and laughs.
"Fuck you, y/n," he says, lightly and playfully pushing me back.
"You gave me an opening, you only have yourself to blame for that," I laugh as we continue to make our way to the pitch to meet up with the others.
We finally get to the pitch and see that there are 8 others, 7 boys and 1 girl, flying on their broomsticks. When they spot us getting closer to them, they all fly down to meet with us.
I recognize most of the boys from Adrian's friend group and the girl from being one of the girls who helped out with the pranks. I come to learn that the boys I don't know are some of the boys on the Slytherin Quidditch team.
I look around to examine Hogwart's Quidditch pitch. It's enormous and absolutely beautiful. It's so much bigger than the one we had at Beauxbatons but to be fair no one there was serious about Quidditch anyways. The sun is shining so brightly onto the field of bright green grass, the 6 poles with rings on each with 3 on each side of the field, casting shadows in the shape of said poles with rings.
Although the sunshine is quite warming, the light breeze in the air is cold enough for me to pull out my robe from my bag. Noticing Adrian's puzzled look, I explain I'm always cold, which he then in turn tells me he's going to give me some of his sweaters so that I can try and stay warm. Before I can reply to what he just said, the others join us.
We all get acquainted before splitting up into 2 teams to scrimmage and assigning each of us a position to play. Putting the bag I brought with me down by the bleachers, I spot tufts of blonde hair in the set of bleachers beside the one I'm in.
Draco's with Crabbe, Goyle and 2 other girls; one wearing a Slytherin robe I recognize and the another wearing a Ravenclaw robe. The two girls are at Draco's side, the Slytherin girl grazing his arm and while the Ravenclaw girl talks with their group. Without realizing it, I make eye contact with Draco as I'm reaching for the clasp of my necklace to take it off while I play. A scowl takes over his face when he recognizes me so I flip him off, getting him to return the gesture to me. Chuckling I put the necklace in a pocket of my bag before getting onto my broomstick to join the rest of my team.
My team consists of Terence, Louis, Andrew, Matthew and well, me. I play as one of the chasers for my team so that I can prepare for the Quidditch tryouts coming up. I was definitely off my game at the beginning but I mean I haven't played since last April. Anyways, slowly and surely, I eased into it and it came to me more naturally.
During the scrimmage, Adrian would keep messing with me, zooming by me on his broomstick to throw me off. You already know I did the same though, and honestly, it made the entire scrimmage far more entertaining, and my team was winning which made it even more fun. It was funny seeing Adrian's competitive side come out as he begins to get frustrated everytime I'd shoot the Quaffle through the rings, gathering points for my team. Me being the competitive player I am, I found joy in my opponent's frustration.
However nearing the end of the game, I can feel something's off. My broom starts to act more reckless, less in my control. Then out of nowhere, I'm flipped upside and barely hanging onto my broom. It begins to try to shake me off of it and slowly my fingers begin to slip. Panic starts to shoot through me, I don't know what's happening and I'm 50 ft in the air. I begin to scream, "help" but I can't tell if anyone can hear me.
Still unaware of what's happening and controlling my broomstick, I decide that all I know is that I'm going to fall to my death if I don't get back onto my broom. I start to try and swing up onto the broomstick, trying to get one of my legs hooked around it to pull myself up but that only makes the broomstick shake more violently, resulting in me trusting in my now 6 fingers holding onto the possessed broom.
"ADRIAN," I scream, trying to get his attention and before I know it I'm down to 4 fingers, 3, 2, and down I'm going, the image of the ground inching closer and closer.
I scream as I shut my eyes and brace for impact, waiting for the inevitable when I feel 2 hands grabbing me by my waist and hoisting me onto the back of someone's broomstick. I'm still screaming when I slowly open my eyes, realizing that someone had saved me from my fall. I wrap my arms around their waist and they look back at me.
"Adrian," I say softly.
"Hey, are you okay? What happened?" he rushes to say.
He flies us over to the bleachers, with everyone else on our tails to check in on me I'm guessing, to where Draco is cackling as loud as he possibly can, the biggest evil grin plastered on his face.
I slowly get off of Adrian's broom when we land because I'm still shaking from my near death experience. I look up ahead to see Draco's now on the bleachers where I had put my stuff, with his posse gathered around him.
Anger replaces the shock and panic, as I look down at Draco's hand to see him holding his wand. I don't assume anything yet until I look at Crabbe and Goyle, scowling at Draco, even though he can't see them because he's got his back turned to them. I make eye contact with Crabbe and he gives me a sad look and shrug as he breaks the eye contact and looks down at his feet in shame. With that, my suspicions are final and it's clear what's just happened.
I can feel my blood begin to boil as I storm over to the tall blonde, pulling my wand out from my robe, thankful for having worn it and kept my wand on me. I hold my wand out at Draco as I near him but he doesn't notice as he's too busy laughing at me with his back turned. When he finally faces me, I'm within 6 feet of him and hold my wand out pushing it closer and closer to him so that it's pressing into his neck, forcing him to stop laughing as I pressure him into backing up against the post behind him.
Fear takes over his expression as we both know have the upper hand.
