Malfoy's Infatuation

Quidditch, Potions and Dark magic

A/N: Hi, I'm the person who is helping queennarcissamalfoy to write this story, I just wanted to STRESS that the events of the Harry Potter franchise have been pushed forward a year. So for example, Sirius Black doesn't escape azkaban in 3rd year, but does in 4th year. This is so we can have the characters being a slight bit older (jff we want to add any ✨spice✨, and also to make timeliness make sense. Anyways, that's it. I hope you enjoy xx

*Also the photo is Y/N's outfit for late on in the story*

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I follow the boys to a large open field that has all house banners hanging around. I'm going to make the obvious guess that this is the quidditch pitch. Just then, Oliver whips out four broomsticks, seemingly out of nowhere. I swear he didn't move, where in the bloody hell did he get those from? Can he just pull things out of his arse now? Harry grabs his broom and Cedric brings over my broom for me. As he hands it to me, our hands touch and Cedric quickly looks away, both of our cheeks flush with pink.

"Would you quit cheesing (English slang for flirting) and pay attention." Oliver says. I roll my eyes and direct my attention to Oliver. He goes over the basics, like how to summon a broom, how dense does he think I am.

"You know I can fly right? It's the quidditch I need help with love" I state hoping I've made it clear. He's underestimating me, and I really can't stand that.

I summon my broom and take off flying, I have to prove that I wasn't as pea-brained as they were perceiving me. Cedric looks rather pleased and that gives me the confidence boost I need.

I return back to the ground and give him a slight smile. "How was that for you Wood?" my voice, half playful, half serious. My eyebrow quirks, a semi gloating smirk making its way onto my face in response. He looks mildly impressed, simply tilting his head, winking and giving a half smile as he takes off into the air. I hadn't noticed just how impressive he looks until now, his dimple on his right cheek made me a type of happy I didn't quite understand, and he has perfect joy bottled up in his brown orbs.

"Well done [Y/N]" Harry says to me.

"Thanks Harry," I reply. I look over to Cedric who's darting eyes between Harry, me and Oliver. He's biting his tongue and setting his jaw, unintentionally showing off his god-like jawline. Is he jealous?? Dear christ, this boy is dreamy.

Oliver goes to explain all the different quidditch positions. I try each one out to get a feel for how they're played and to my surprise, I'm not terrible. Maybe quidditch is my calling. My abilities as a chaser definitely resided above the rest however.

I look over at the clock tower and it was time to head to Potions with Professor Snape. Remembering how positively delightful he was in the Great Hall. I realise that I probably won't enjoy the next while.  Such an absolute joy. I find myself rolling my eyes, lacking alternative methods of expression. On my way to Potions, I spot Malfoy exchanging saliva with Pansy, again. I walk at a slower pace so he sees me again. Anything to ruin his Mood :) . I'm nice like that. They don't break apart and hardly notice my presence at all. Well screw you then, I'll just have to fix that. Pansy goes to move further into Malfoy's embrace. OH HERE IT IS [Y/N], HERE'S THE GOLDEN CHANCE! Before she could even move her leg forward I hook my foot in the back of her knee and kick forward, sending her sprawling over the floor. The bustling hallway had all seen Pansy tumbling, soon the corridor fills up with snickers, and subtle chuckles. Some even stop to look and savour what I'm presuming was a long awaited moment. Swallowing my own laugh I continue walking, looking as innocent as a newborn.