The Choice - A Draco X OC Story.

Chapter 4.

"POTTER IS WHAT NOW?!" Draco was furiously screaming at another first year, talking amongst their friends. Everyone except for Draco was in the common room, about to go eat breakfast, but when he walked into the room tugging on his uniform robe, he overheard the latest Hogwarts news. Harry Potter was the new Gryffindor seeker. He was the youngest seeker in years, since there was a new rule that first years couldn't be on the Quidditch team, but this rule had clearly been recently evoked. 

"I'm not jealous. I think it's funny. I can't wait to go to the match this Friday and see him get crushed by our team."

"Oh Draco, I think you're in love with the boy, he's all you talk about." Daphne responded to him. Pansy Parkinson looked over and almost looked annoyed, like it was bothering her, but she rolled her eyes and silently stared at Draco like she always did. 

"Draco and Potter, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G-" Blaise sung in a mocking tone. Daphne and Blaise sat on a velvet green loveseat together. It was known to everyone and their mother's that they would get married one day, their families have arranged it the minute they were born, but they didn't mind, they already were best friends. 

"ENOUGH ALREADY. I'M STRESSED ENOUGH WITH LESSON WORK, I DON'T NEED THIS NONSENSE." Draco screamed.

Blair stood from the large reading chair by the blazing fire, where she sat every night and morning, "I've had enough of you guys bickering. I want food."

"Sounds good to me." Goyle stood up as well. They gathered their things and walked to the Great Hall together, as they did every morning.

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"Do you really think he made Seeker, Draco?" Blair looked to her left at the blonde boy. 

"Honestly I wouldn't be surprised. He always gets special treatment." He sighed and looked over at the Gryffindor table when the seven kids entered the Great Hall. The dubbed "Golden Trio" was fawning over a large package in the shape of a broom. "Look he even gets a broom." Blair looked over at the trio, and back at Draco. 

"It's fine, Potter got lucky and probably is awful at Quidditch, you'll be on the team next year and destroy them." Pansy butted in, before Blair could get a word in.

'I'm literally going to beat this bitch up one day I swear to Merlin.' Blair thought. Everyday it seemed to get worse. It's not that she was jealous of her getting attention from him... Was it..? 'No. Blair you're losing your mind. Get it together. You're a Lexington. You do not think such thoughts.'

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Blair's POV

I laid in bed with my eyes closed but ended up giving up on sleep after an hour of not being able to. I sighed and put a silencing charm on the frame of the bed, so I could leave the dorm without waking anyone up, especially Pansy. She was always bitchy when she is woken from sleep. I stepped out into the common room with nothing but a black tank top, some green plaid pants, and my Slytherin Robe, and sat in my chair by the fire with a book. It was nice and quiet. It was past midnight and I thought I would try and sneak back into the room, but I suddenly heard the boy's dormitory door creak open. 

"Blair? What are you doing awake? It's past midnight." A messy blonde haired Draco stepped into the room. 

"I could ask you the same question."

"I need to ask you a favor." Draco gave a small smirk and walked over to me, one hand in hair, and the other placed over the loveseat next to my chair. I looked from my book at him. 

"And that is?"

"Want to have a duel with someone?"

"Draco please don't tell me you challenged a random first year to a duel. That's ridiculous."

"Of course that would be ridiculous. I challenged Potter to a duel in the Room of Requirement in 10 minutes, and lucky for you, you're awake, so you can be my second."

I just sighed and dropped my head in my hands, dark locks falling around. "My parents will kill me."

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We crept around the castle, making our way over to the Room of Requirement, having no trouble at all until we made it close to the Gryffindor Common Room. We turning the corner, and saw Filch's cat. 

"Not good." I fearfully spoke.

"Run."

We turned on our heels and ran, almost turning the next corner when we heard Filch a couple feet to our left. I felt a hard tug on my robe collar and gave a quiet yelp as I was snatched into a tiny dark room, a hand forcefully covering my mouth. I froze and put my arms around whatever I could find. We stayed frozen silent in this room now discovered to be a broom closet, still with a cold hand over my lips, until Filch left the area.

"Comfortable?" I felt the cold breath leave his mouth as he gave a small concerned laugh.