We Belong Together || Draco Malfoy X Reader

50| Difference

Y/N POV

People gathered in the Quidditch stands to watch the match between Slytherin and Gryffindor. Most people had found their favourite spot to watch the game while I was inside the Quidditch changing rooms. Draco was still the seeker of Slytherin and after witnessing too much of fatal accidents caused by Quidditch, his role in the game worried me so much.

"I'm gonna be okay, really. It isn't my first match," he giggled.

"It isn't funny, don't giggle around," I protested.

"All right ma'am," he said before he kissed my forehead. "Don't you want to find the perfect spot to see me?"

"I really wish Quidditch was banned forever," I said before leaving the changing rooms.

I passed by Harry and Ron on my way out. Right, today was Ron's first match as the keeper of Gryffindor. Harry asked if I would be cheering for them today. Was he joking? Draco was obviously playing in the game too. Why would I cheer for the other's team when my boyfriend was playing? Moreover, it was also Vincent and Greg's first game as the new Slytherin's beaters. I would definitely cheer for Slytherin today.

I wandered into the stands and luckily, Blaise had saved me a spot in the front row. It was one of the best spots to watch the match. However, there was one thing I didn't like about it. He saved me a place beside Pansy and the ones who were standing behind me were the Greengrass girls. I still remember how their mom treated me in her manor. 3 enemies at once, how tiring.

The match started as soon as Madam Hooch throw the bludger in the air. I focused my eyes on Draco who stole some glances at me sometimes during the match. He shouldn't be looking at me. It could put him in danger, yet he still did it anyway. He also flew close to me just to wink a few times before he could spot the snitch.

"Draco don't be a fool!" I yelled, not liking how he confidently played around in the air just to show off.

"You should be saying that to Weasel-bee darling," he winked for the last time before flying away in a dash to catch the snitch. Some people in Slytherin laughed and started calling Ron our king because he kept letting the Quaffle in. I could tell that Ron was upset and ashamed, and Harry was trying to console him. Slytherin made another ten points easily and my boyfriend was mocking Ron in the air.

A moment later we could see Draco and Harry raced at a speed of light, trying to catch the snitch. That tiny thing always caused problems to either both of them and I just wished one of them could catch it soon so I didn't have to worry too much. Blaise tried to calm me down after noticing my unsteady breath, but it didn't help anything.

I talked to Blaise saying that I was all right. I didn't know what I had missed but Harry was already falling to the ground when I set my eyes to the pitch again. I immediately pulled Blaise with me to go see Draco after I heard that Harry had caught the snitch. Draco was already standing on the ground when Blaise and I arrived. I ran to hug him, this was the first time he didn't get a scratch after he took a part in Quidditch.

"Told you I'm gonna be okay," he laughed.

He must've said something insulting to the Weasleys earlier cause George was about to attack Draco when I broke the hug. I wanted to ask him what happened but he hushed me by putting his finger on my lips.

"And his pathetic loser of a father too!" Draco yelled to the Weasleys and Harry which made him almost being charged by Fred this time. I still didn't get what was going on here. Why was he insulting Mr Weasley?

Just when I was about to ask him what was the catch again, he threw another insult to the Weasleys and also mentioned something about Harry's mom, and that was it. Harry leapt to punch Draco in the face. I gasped as Draco fell to the ground. Harry hit him again several times, followed by George doing the same to my very own boyfriend right in front of my eyes.

Fortunately, Madam Hooch was there to cast a spell separating the two Gryffindors from Draco and I rushed to him shortly. His lips were bleeding and he whimpered in pain from the punches. I was losing it already. Why did those people become so violent?

"What in the bloody hell is wrong with you two?!" I yelled, approaching the Gryffindors who crushed my boyfriend's face. Blaise tried to stop me but I glared at him and instantly, he backed away. I didn't care how many people were watching this right now, they just made my boyfriend bleed and that was it.

"Y/N, didn't you hear what he say? He insulted our parents. How would you feel when someone insults your long-gone mother? You know how it feels Y/N and you would do the same," Harry explained, trying to convince me as calmly as he could possibly be in this condition.

"You shouldn't have hit him, an eye for an eye. If he insults you with words, do it the same way back! And I wouldn't do the same violent things like this cause for Merlin's sake, I'm not the same as you Harry. You don't know how I feel about my parents' death!"

"I know how you feel!" He shouted and the crowds started to focus their attention on us.

"You bloody don't. You lost your parents when you were only one, you don't have any significant memories with them other than what other people told you, Potter. Now, what about me? I bloody lost my parents just a few months ago! I still remember each second I've spent in my life with them. You would never understand what I'm feeling," I cried, not because it was sad and all. Everything turned from their mothers into my parents when they knew I was still grieving. I was in a rage and tears were just flowing out of my eyes without me even realising.

Harry looked hurt by my words but I was stating the truth. He ought to know the difference between me and him. McGonagall came for Harry and George and she looked away from me. In fact, everyone did. Why? Because I was spatting the truth that no one dared to tell since he was the goddamn Harry Potter, he was the chosen one, the boy who bloody lived.

"Being an orphan doesn't make you special and don't bring my parents into this matter," I hissed. Draco came to pull me into his warm embrace, allowing me to cry on his chest without having to let others see my shaky state.

"Make her cry again and I'll slit your nasty throat Potter. This applies to all of you too," he sneered and took us back to our room instantly.

He sat me down on the couch and comforted me for a while before he went to take some water for me. How could Harry think that he would understand my pain? Just because we were orphans didn't make us have some kind of similar feeling. Just one more reason to add to Why I Hate Quidditch list. Draco came back with a goblet full of water in his hand. He handed it to me with a warm smile.

"I hate this place. I hate everyone. I want to get out of this shitty school," I growled.

"You don't hate me right?" Draco asked.

"This isn't the time for a jo–"

He shut me up using his lips. Please, we couldn't just solve everything with a kiss. I could taste the blood from the cut on his lips and that was why I pushed him away immediately. He looked confused but it didn't last long until he pulled my head closer to his again. However, I managed to stop him in time.

"You're bleeding. No kissing until it's fully healed," I stated as I rubbed his lips with my thumb.

"I'm sorry."

I stared at him in confusion.

"It's kind of my fault that you're crying your eyes out."

"Fact," I replied after placing the goblet on the table in front of us. "You shouldn't have insulted the dead, that's super rude."

"It's Harry who I'm mad at, but you're still in the wrong," I added.

He chuckled lightly. I wondered why, none of my words was funny. I was deadly serious and he bloody chuckled. Was everything a joke to him? Sometimes I just couldn't get the way he thought about things like this.

"Okay, now how do I make you happy again?"

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