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I Guess You Chose Dare.

Quidditch today. We've got a match against Gryffindor, ugh. And it also means that I have to see Draco and actually talk to him, which has been extremely awkward. He still hasn't said anything about it all and I don't particularly want to get mixed up any more than I already am with anything.

I woke up extra early so I could shower and sort out my Quidditch stuff, noone in the Slytherin dorms seemed to be up yet. I might have to go wake Draco up if he doesn't come down soon.

I turned the shower heat to pretty much freezing, Marcus says 'It helps wake up your body!' A load of shit if you ask me but it certainly makes me shower faster.

Once I was out, I changed into my green Quidditch uniform. Has to be the ugliest thing ever. Ew. I heard movement across the hall and presumed that Draco was up and getting washed, but then I heard heavy, almost panicky breathing.

"Draco?" I called out. "You good?"

Then there was a lot of shuffling and angry murmurs. Was there someone else there?

"Uh- Uh yeah I'm good." He said.

I stepped into the hall and saw Draco hastily throwing on a shirt. "What's going on? Is there someone else here?"

Then Pansy appeared from behind him, a smirk on her face.

*****

I ran. Draco shouted and his footsteps echoed after me.

No, no, no, No! I felt sick in my throat and tears streamed down my cheeks. Wand in hand, I span around and pointed it at Draco.

"Izzy-"

"Stupefy!" And he was on the floor. I turned every corner I could until I was sure he wouldn't be able to find me. Then I slouched on the floor and cried.

Eventually my sobs turned into anger and I stood up and kicked at the wall. Someone came around the corner. Draco. I thought.

"Fuck off." I said. And without thinking I punched the wall, imagining it was him. Pain shot through my fingers.

"Woah!" A voice said, who was not Draco. Arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me back from the wall before I could throw another punch.

"Izzy, what are you doing!?" It was George. His hands released my waist and he span me around by my shoulders.

"D-draco." I whispered, choking on my tears, "an-and Pansy..." My breathing became shallow and I noticed the horrible pain in my hand. I felt sick again and held onto my injured arm.

"Your hand, Izzy! You need to go to Madame Pomfrey."

"No, no. The match... A- and, and Draco..."

"What are you on about? What happened with Draco?"

"Draco and Pansy. Draco and Pansy" I said urgently, tears still dropping down my face.

"Izzy!" Draco shouted from down the hall.

George stood infront of me and I grabbed the back of his shirt with my good hand.

"Get lost Malfoy." George said.

"Izzy, it's not what it looked like I promise! My fathe-"

"Do I have to tell you twice! She doesn't want you here!" George shouted. I flinched and pulled myself closer to him.

"I'm trying to talk to her you fucking idiot!" Draco was now walking closer to us, his jaw was clenched and he looked as if he might just knock George out.

George took a step forwards, moving away from me. They were now both face to face - George looking down on Draco.

"Draco." I whispered. Both of them turned to look at me. "Just fuck off."