I want you (Draco Malfoy Love story)

Chapter twenty-eight

Draco and i both parted, he headed down to the Slytherin common room while i went up to the Gryffindor common room. I entered quickly and to no surprise it was empty, everyone was either walking to class or in the great hall. I changed from my ball gown dress and brushed through my now knotted hair. Rushed i changed into my uniform and slipped a pair of comfortable shoes on. I picked up a scrunched before i left to go up the stairs.

I left the common room and Draco was already there waiting for me, it was strange seeing him in the casual Hogwarts uniform after seeing him in a formal suit for so long. He looked me up and down and didn't say anything, this was the sort of thing that always made me nervous. Swiftly switching from corridor to corridor we both tried our hardest to avoid Mcgonagull, she had no proof it was us but we weren't taking risks. The last thing i want today is detention in the dark forrest with Hagrid. The quittich pitch seemed further in my head but once me and Draco were talking we seemed to be there in no time. Although we were late, which is something normal for me at this point. We entered the pitch and Madame Hooch was dividing the group into teams. "You two, both late; Bellamy that will have to be a detention i did warn you last week, Now both of you i want you an Seamus's team" she called over the group stood before her. I grabbed a broom out of the spares pile and got ready to take off. "Don't you have your own?" Draco questioned looking down at the spare broom. I looked down at the broom too, it was tattered and old, "It got broken in a match, i never got another one afterwards, my mum never bought me one, this will have to do" i replied patting the broom which i was not just hovering on. He laughed slightly at how pathetic it was as he mounted his nimbus 2000, which honestly looked amazing to fly. Not that i'd ever had the chance. If i didn't know the real Draco right now i would of hated him at this moment. But when you take the chance to know him you see him in a different way. He smiles and laughs, not always cockily and with an arrogant attitude (although a lot of the time it is) but a real smile. "See you up there Bellamy" he called giving me a quick wink before shooting off upwards into the air to position himself ready for the game.

I pushed forward and sped through the air to my team, Seamus was busy handing out positions to people "Dean i want you to be keeper this game, Cho: beater, Malfoy: chaser" Poor Seamus didn't even get to finish his sentence before Draco cut him off. "Chaser, i think you will find that i'm a seeker" he spat looking down on him. Seamus looked up at Draco, who was hovering higher than him on his broom, and replied to him with confidence "actually Malfoy, Bellamy is seeker again. She's the best we have". I saw the hurt in Draco's face as Seamus said the daggering words. I knew Draco had always been so invested in being seeker, he always did whatever it took to get the snitch during games. I was about to object and say i'd take my turn being chaser but Draco beat me to my words. "Ah Bellamy" he smirked locking his eyes on mine "I'll allow that" he said as though he had control over it anyway. Who was i kidding Draco Malfoy has control over everything and everyone, he knows exactly how to play everyone's strengths and weaknesses.

The game began and chasers were shooting through the air pushing he back because of the air force coming from the broom. I got myself to lower ground so i was underneath all the chaos, I looked around and i wasn't on my own below the disruption. Harry sat on his broom steadily day dreaming, I looked over at him and smiled but he just turned and pretended not to see me, which i wasn't surprised at if i'm honest. I was busy looking up at the game above our head to notice that Harry had far gone to go chase the snitch around the pitch. Immediately i pushed forward on my broom and set off for the snitch also. It was barley visible but i followed Harry's direction in hope that when i got close it would be in my eyes sight. I held onto my broom tight and pushed forward in attempt to go a whole lot faster. I caught up with Harry, we were at low ground and i panicked slightly. At least this time there will be no falling from the air and a dying, Now we were only at about fifteen feet high. Side by side Harry and i both had our eyes set on the snitch, cockily it whizzed up, down and around taunting the both of us. I focused everything on the snitch, i blocked out every noise and sight of everyone on the pitch. Harry turned to look at me but i ignored it, the snitch was the only thing on my mind right now. I pushed forward on my broom and reached hard for the snitch with my left hand. I should of known it wouldn't be that easy though. Gold flicked further down to the ground, carefully i pushed my broom lower to its level. Panic set as i had never been on low ground before; especially not while trying to catch the snitch. Ten feet separated the ground and my broom. I held on tight to the wooden handle. The snitch curved around the pitch doing laps making me go slightly dizzy. Harry shot forward leaving me far behind him, frustrated i attempted to make my broom move faster. It felt like i was doing all the work and the broom was doing nothing to help me. My whole body tensed in attempt to make the broom go faster. Harry was close to the snitch and reached out with his palm, i could see his finger tips just managing to touch the wings.

Angry, my broom shot forward, it did a speed i didn't think it would ever do. My body was clinging to the wood trying to control it but it was no use. It was like it had a mind of its own, the wind beat'd against my ears loudly thudding. People from above me were shouting. But all i could see was Harry reaching for the snitch. I pushed my whole body right but the broom wouldn't listen. It crazed about the pitch bobbing high and low. Suddenly the broom paced forward and had no sign of stopping. The pitch walls were only half a mile away and i couldn't control anything anymore. I had no other choice. I dived off the broom luckily only 10 feet in the air. I hit the ground with a thud and bounced up and down like a ball rolling and tumbling. My body cracked and twisted in pain. I laid their my eyes completely shut, every time i tried to move i grimaced in pain. The whistle blew, not that Hooch needed to because the sound of broom stick whizzing towards me proposed that people already knew the game was over. I held onto my arm tightly and opened my eyes and propped my head up a little. There was a small crowd gathered around me in a large circle.

"Out my way, let me through" a familiar deep husky voice shouted. Draco came pushing through the crowd and bent down next to me "Are you ok? he held my head up with his arm "i'll get you to Pomfrey and you'll be ok" he looked down at the large bloody cut that was on my left thigh. "Settle down all of you" Hooch pushed through everyone and looked down at me "deary me Bellamy, always getting into bother on the pitch you are!" she said half joking half serious "What on earth happened you were flying perfectly until" she waved her hand at my whole body broken and bloody. "I was flying how i usually do, i got a little frustrated when my broom wouldn't go faster, but that can't of done this can it?" i struggled to get my word out without tensing in pain. Draco pushed the hair out of my face, people were staring and whispering at the affection he showed to me. But i didn't care what people thought, clearly neither did he because he then grabbed my in broken and and held my hand tight. Hooch barley got her words out before she was cut off by a strong loud voice at the back "She was hex'd, or her broom was hex'd" people made a small walkway to see who was speaking. Harry walked through it to the front. Hooch began to speak again but Harry cut her off, again. "Someone's our to get you for some reason Lucy, you don't hex someone's broom if you like them". Draco scowled at him and looked prepared to hit him with his nimbus 2000 laid next to us. "Your lucky it's just a broken arm and a few scratches" he shoved his hands in his pocket. Fear covered me like a blanket. He was right i was lucky, if they had done it once why wouldn't they do it again.

Somebody wants me gone, but why, who and when will they do it again.