Little Miss Pureblood | Draco Malfoy Fanfiction

Broken bones and no bones

It was the day of my first quidditch match.

I was waiting for the match to begin when Flint asked Me "Nervous Villin?"

"Yeah," I said truthfully. Flint was like a big brother on the quidditch pitch.

"Don't worry you've shown great skill on the quidditch pitch. You will do fine." He said and with that, the door lifted open revealing the quidditch pitch and we all mounted our brooms.

"Welcome to the first Quidditch match of the season Slytherin vs Gryffindor. This year Slytherin has two new players Francesca Villin and Draco Malfoy. Not to mention the new Nimbus 2001's" said Lee Jordan the commentator.

We all take our places. I look above me to see Draco winking at me then I look at the stands to see Sofie, Ellie, Pansy, Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle along with the whole Slytherin house cheering. I look towards where the teachers were and holy shit! Father and Lucius Malfoy were there looking at us. Let's say my father is a bit harsh especially on quidditch. He was also a chaser when he was at Hogwarts and one of the best.

Then a whistle blows and the quaffle was thrown into the air.

Flint grabbed the Quaffle and went to the hoops but he passed it to Pucey who passed it to me. I managed to duck right in time for two Gryffindor players to crash into each other. Then...

"10 points to Slytherin by their new addition to the squad Francesca Villin" Lee Said. I looked over to my father who had a smile on his face and so did Mr Malfoy.

After a few minutes, we were in the lead by sixty points to ten points.

Then I saw a Bulger following Potter trying to hit him. Then it hit Wood's broom and he fell to the ground. You know what that means...free shots for Slytherin.

Then we here "Draco Malfoy has caught the snitch SLYTHERIN WIN"
(A/n: Don't come for me we need a time where Gryffindor lose and Slytherin win)

We all flew down to see Draco and Potter both with a broken arm.

"Draco you did it," I said. Hugging him

"Thanks but my arm is broken," he said.

"So is mine" Potter cried in pain. The Bulger was destroyed by Granger.

"Not to worry I will fix them straight away," Lockhart said running towards us.

"No, not you," Potter said. I'm with him I never agreed with him this was the first time.

"Oh, the poor boy doesn't know what he's saying. Now, this... won't hurt a bit. Brackium emendo!" He said trying to fix potter's arm.

He lifted it up and all his bones were gone. "You idiot," I said quietly.

"Well that can sometimes happen...the point is there are no broken bones," Lockhart said.

"Broken! There are no bones left!" Hagrid said angrily.

"Never mind you next Draco!" He said.

"Oh hell no! I'm taking him to the hospital wing where he can't get his bones removed." I spat.

Then I took Draco to the hospital wing.

Madame Pomfrey put a sling on his arm and gave him some skele-gro which is a potion able to mend and grow bones. According to Draco, it tasted awful.

She gave him a bed in the hospital wing for him to stay in and advised him that it would be best for him to stay the night.

I stayed by his bedside table when Madame Pomfrey was curing Potter.