to be or not to be| sixth year | draco malfoy

quidditch tryouts

"sweet as cherry wine."
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Draco Lucius Malfoy, a boy I kind of despise. A boy who's snobby, stuck-up, and narcissistic. He was extremely good in his studies but his heart was made of coal. He could sometimes be a pain in my ass... but he has never... and I mean NEVER missed Quidditch practice. He would've probably showed up late but he was always here.

It's like in a matter of one summer, he changed completely. He had no interest in anything or anyone. And that only made my suspicion in him from the start, grow.

I walked down the hallway, book in hand. I took off my mothers prominent red glasses and stored them into my cloak pockets. I breathed out, trying to relax my tense shoulders. I suddenly see Draco making his way through the sea of students in the hall. I kept looking forward as the blonde passed by me like lighting striking the ground. I kept walking but my feet slowed down. I turned my head to look at him walk away.

But, as soon as I did I saw his face looking back at mine. My eyes widened before we were quick to look away. I sighed before doing a U-Turn and began walk towards Draco who was turning a corner. He entered a classroom that had students getting into to desks, the room was shaped like a cathedral. I quickly walk in front of Draco as he began heading to a desk in the front of the class. He stopped in his tracks and he looked at my face with slight surprise.

His face turned immediately irritated at my presence. "Hey, you haven't been at Quidditch practice. What's up?" I asked. First, he beats up Nott for me, then he misses practice? Draco didn't answer my question, instead he walked past me and set his books on his desk. I quickly made my way in front of his desk and stood there. He practically pretended I wasn't there.

"We need a seeker Draco, you can't just drop out of Quidditch like it's nothing." I said. Draco sat at his desk and opened one of the books he had. "I don't care what you need." He said, well I find that hard to believe, his voice sounded lifeless, he even sounded like he didn't care. He sounded... tired. My face grew in irritation and I slammed my hand onto desk, causing a bang to go through the room. Draco jumped at bit, his fist clenched.

Students began to stare at the two of us. The room grew silent. I noticed his response to the sound which made my face soften. Usually if I did that he would get progressively more angrier... but... he was... scared?

Why... was he scared of... me?

I need to know why... I want to know why.

Draco looked up at my face, he was slightly shaking. He was scared of me but fearless when it came to defending me. I looked at his expression before I breathed in. I needed to know why is acting like this. My surroundings changed and I saw that I'm standing in front of a door.

It read: Draco Lucius Malfoy

I reached on my hand and grabbed the doorknob and turned. I tried opening the black door but it appeared to be budged. I tried pulling, and pulling, but nothing worked. I stepped back from the door and my eyes widened. My surroundings changed and I was back where I was: standing in front of Draco's desk.

"You've been practicing Occumency recently... why?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowed. Draco looked away before looking back at his books. I breathed out glancing around the room, everyone's eyes were on me. They looked confused at what was happening before them. "Violet?" I heard my name being called from the entrance of the class. I looked up to see Camille standing there, looking at me with confusion.

I stand up straight before looking down at Draco, he was still focused on the books before him. I walked away from his desk and made my way out of the classroom.

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two weeks later

It was Quidditch Tryouts for the Gryffindor team. I became captain this year for the Slytherin team since everyone voted for me. Harry had told me that Dumbledore showed him a couple of memories given to him. One was when Dumbledore first met Tom Riddle and the other was of Slughorn and Tom.