Royals (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Chapter 33

Quidditch

The third years sat excitedly in DADA waiting for Lupin wondering what he had planned for them today. In walks snape and he pulls a screen over the blackboard "Turn to page 394." He commanded his voice bored. As the students eye Snape with guarded curiosity, Malfoyfinishes writing something on a bit of parchment and folds it up in his hands. As he opens them, a swan flutters from his palms. "Excuse me, sir, but... where'sProfessor Lupin?" Harry asks "That's not really your concern, is it, Potter? Suffice it to say, your Professor finds himself incapable of teaching at present. Page 394." Snape hisses and swats Draco's swan away.  An ancient woodcut of a horrific beast flickers at the front of the room. Ron frowns down at his book "werewolves?" he looks at (Name) who shrugs, "But, sir, we've only just begun learning about Red Caps andHinkypunks. We're not meant to start nocturnal beasts for weeks -- " Hermione began "Quiet!" Snape snapped at her. "When did she come in? Did you see her come in..." Ron asked Harry and (Name) who shook their heads. "Now. Which of you can tell me the difference between an Animagus and a werewolf?" Snape glances around the classroom. As the class stares mutely at a slide of an attacking werewolf, Hermione waits desperately for someone to respond to Snape's question, the swan flutters by Harry. He pins it to his desk. A tiny cloud of moth dust mushrooms into the air and Harry lifts his palm. Malfoy's parchment has reappeared. "No one? How... disappointing." he ignores (Name) and Hermione's hands. "Please, sir, an Animagus is a wizard who elects to turn into an animal. A werewolf has no choice in the matter. Furthermore, the werewolf actively hunts humans and responds only to the call of its own kind --" Hermione began to speak and Draco let out a howl as if he was a werewolf."Quiet, Malfoy! Though one must admit to feeling your pain. Thatis the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger. Tellme. Are you incapable of restraining yourself? Or do you take pride in being an insufferable know-it-all? can you not control yourself like Miss Windsor" the professor snaps and the (h/c)ette looks sympathetically to Hermione, "he has a point you know" Ron mutters. Harry stares at the parchment. Malfoy has drawn a crude picture of Harry in his Quidditch robes being struck by lightning over and over again.  "Five points from Gryffindor! As an antidote to your ignorance, I prescribe two rolls of parchment on the werewolf by Monday morning, with particular emphasis placed on recognizing it." He glared into the classroom, his eyes landing on Harry "passing notes are we potter?" he snatches the parchment from Harry's hands. "Not exactly Picasso, are you? I hope you demonstrate more talent on the Quidditch pitch this weekend then you do as an artist. If not, I fear you'll perish, given the weather forecast. Until that time, however, you'll forgive me if I don't let you off homework. Should you die, I assure you... you need not hand it in." Snape dropped the parchment back onto the table and (Name) squeezes harry's hand lightly under the table. As Snape turns away, Malfoy sniggers with Crabbe, Coyleand Pike. Harry glances down at the drawing once more and thunder rumbles and lightning flashes he squeezes the girls hand back before gently letting it go. 

As it strikes one of the golden quidditch rings and the clouds bloom with icy blue light. Far below, in the stands, rain lashes the sea of umbrellas. The crowds explode  CROWD EXPLODES and two Quidditch squads Gryffindorin scarlet, Hufflepuff in canary yellow shoot into the air the rain beating them mercilessly. Twin bludgers fire skyward and the match is on.

{Name's Pov} 

I watch as Harry flies, rain falling like blades hitting him, every dark cloud was a potential danger. A bludger whizzes past and then a second rockets directly towards him, I let out a gasp and Harry dodged it quickly but it hits a Hufflepuff's broom and they fall to the floor. I could barely see, the players looked like streaking blurs more than anything else. Lightning strikes someone's broom and it goes on fire as they plummet to the ground. Harry flies fearlessly, searching for the snitch as Bludgers pierce the clouds above him, I smile rooting for him from the Slytherin stands. It seems as Harry has spotted the snitch as he shoots up into the sky. I raise to my feet cheering with Aurelia. We held black umbrellas cautiously over our heads. My hair was soaked and my feet were all soggy, it was freezing outside and the wind blows bitterly. I shudder to wrap my coat closer to myself. Harry had been in the sky out of everyone's vision for roughly ten minutes, Aurelia glanced at me "where is he?" she muttered her voice was rough "I don't know" Mine was smooth. Something began to plummet towards the floor "Harry!" I cried out, as him and his broom tumble in different directions The Nimbus soars end over end, tossed by the currents, then drops... right into the Whomping Willow. Harry, in freefall, drops through one cloud, then another. Plummeting through the circling Dementors I squeeze my eyes shut and grab the slightly taller girls hand.  Dumbledore rises from the crowd and stops Harry from falling and he was furious.

I sneezed, Ron pushed a mug of tea towards me as we look at Harry "Looks a bit peaky, doesn't he?" He snickers and I nodded, the cold weather had given me a bad case of the flu. I was wrapped in a thick blanket curled up on the chair beside Harry's bed waiting for him to awake. I shivered slightly as I glanced around, there were lots and lots of people. "Peaky? What d'you expect him to look like? He fell fifty feet" Fred laughed "Yeah, c'mon, Ron. We'll walk you off the Astronomy Tower and see how you come out looking." George added and I laughed lightly at the twins and sneezed again. George handed me a box of tissues and I thanked him. My nose was red and painful but I blew into it. Harry opens his eyes "How are you feeling" Hermione asked "Brilliant." He muttered, "Gave us a right good scare, mate." Fred giggled "What happened?" Harry questioned, "you fell off your broom" I coughed lightly itching my nose. "Really? I meant the match. Who won?" He looked at us all. The room became awkward "No one blames you, Harry. TheDementors aren't meant to come on the grounds. Dumbledore was furious. After he saved you, he sent them straight off." Hermione spoke quickly, Harry nods grimly, stares at the rain lashing at the window. "There's something else you should know, Harry. Your Nimbus -- when it blew away? -- it sort of landed in the Whomping Willow. And well..." Ron placed the remains of his broom onto his lap and Harry sighed sadly. I began to splutter exploding into a fit of coughing and sneezing, I stood up.

"I'm going to bed before I get even sicker"