F O R B I D D E N L O V E - Draco Malfoy x Daisy Diggory

thegoblet

dudes, duddets, and non- binaries, i'm very impressed with myself at the moment. i started this story only a week ago, and i've written 7 chapters. S E V E N. to the people who have read so far, honestly you're great people. i'm praying that this gets a wee bit more attention soon, noticing i spend a LOT of my time on it. so please please PLEASE share, vote, comment, read, WHATEVER to help this book get some more recognition. here's my goals:

200 views by the end of December.

600 views by the end of January.

1,000 views by the end of March.

2,000 views by May.

can we make this possible?

much love,

amber :)

pov of daisy diggory
My morning consisted of eating, education, and catching Draco stare at me in every class we took together.

Finally, I had my last class of the day- Herbology. The moment I walk through the door, Professor Sprout comes scurrying towards me.

Professor Sprout was my favorite teacher, I trusted her. She helps me cope with my mental health when it gets, well, unhealthy. Sprout was always there for me when my brother wasn't, which wasn't very often, but I appreciated her anyways.

"Ah Miss Diggory, by any chance do you happen to know the whereabouts of your dear brother?" she asks, walking me out of the green house.

"No I'm not quite sure, I'm almost positive he has Defense Against the Dark Arts, but I can't be sure. Could I give him a call?" I ask.

"Yes of course, dear, tell me once you've located him, he left something very important I need you to bring him before the day is over."

"Yes ma'am," I reply, setting my bag onto the ground to pull out my phone. I put in his number, and the phone starts to ring.

"What is it? I'm about to head into class, as you should too!" he shouts.

"Nice to talk to you as well, Professor Sprout is looking for you, where may you be?" I ask.

"Um," he gulps from the other end of the phone, "I'm i-in the dining hall."

"Okay well I'll meet you there in a few, you left something very important, according to her, in her classroom."

"Um, alright, bye."

Then he hangs up.

Why was he acting so weird?

I turn around and head back into the greenhouse when the warm air hits me like a train, I'll never get used to that.

"Did you find him?" Professor Sprout asks, raising her voice to over power the loud chatter filling the room.

"Yes, he's in the Dining Hall," I reply as she hands me an old binder titled Notes & Text Copies. That jack ass left his stuff that's needed for all his classes. I can't believe we're related.

"Oh, their professor must be taking them to enter into the tournament," she adds, "please be quick, class will start momentarily."

Oh my god, he's going to enter.

Without hesitation I start running out of the miserably hot class room and back towards the castle. Of course, I chose to wear wedges today, and I roll my ankle.

"Fuck," I grunt, continuing to run.

As I limp my rest of the way, I finally reach the dining hall. The doors are shut, so I push them open, out of breathe from running through half the castle.