amnesia | d.m.

chapter 33

song: lover of mine
by: 5 seconds of summer

warning: more mature content appearing this chapter ‼️ im not great at writing spice so you'll never see me writing smut

anyways don't cringe too much, and give ur honest opinion on how i did! (plz be gentle tho, im slightly sensitive 🥺👉🏼👈🏼)

i was also in the smallest bit of ways, at the lowest of keys, inspired by an amazing dramione fic i read called 'the erised effect'. i don't ship dramione, but i hardcore ship them in the fanfics bc theyre just that good wow. go give it a read!

-this is also unedited ill come back tm and fix my grammar mistakes-

anyways, enjoy(: i really like this chapter

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It was obvious we were about to lose our first game against Gryffindor. It felt quite odd as I tried to score many times while Ron Weasley, who was the Keeper, ended up guarding with his life, smacking the Quaffle out of the way with his head, hands, and feet. I was beginning to grow angry with myself and so was Marcus Flint. Melinda Bobbin rode up to next to me, bat in hand. She swung hard at a Bludger that was aiming for me, nearly knocking me off my broom then shot me a glare.

"Listen Edwards, the point of Quidditch is to not only find the Snitch, but get the Quaffle and score some points. You're letting that Weasley kick your arse out there!"

I shrugged her off, flying a few inches away from her while surveying the game. "I know, I'm just...sort of nervous." I flew away before she could continue to scold me.

Melinda was always tough on me during practice. It wasn't that I disliked it, it was the fact that she continued to have absolutely no faith in me.

I watched Blaise and Goyle zoom past me, trying to sandwich Ginny Weasley between them. They failed miserably as she sent them knocking into each other, then flying off their brooms. I groaned then chased after her, myself. But I was too late as she already scored, sending the Gryffindor supporters in a frenzy of cheers and screams.

Be a good sport I told myself. It was only the first game. Surely the next one would be better.

The chilly days of October approached and I began to see Draco less and less. I never saw him in the common room, rarely saw him in the Great Hall, and almost never passed him in the halls anymore. The only time I did see him was in Potions where he proceeded to keep his distance and ignore me. I did my best to do the same. It didn't hurt as much as it used to. It felt like in a way we were minding our own business, yet ever so often checked in with a simple glance. Sometimes, I would catch him watching me with a stare that caused shivers to run up my spine. But the moment would end quick when I would turn to meet his eyes.

I didn't know if Draco was a Death Eater, but there was something about him that made me realize that I no longer caught him smiling anymore. There was never a trace of amusement on his lips, never even the ghost of a smile. We hadn't spoken since the Welcome Home Ball, which was quite a while ago. I didn't know how broken he was but I kept my distance. I wanted him to hurt but then I didn't. I wanted to love him but then I didn't. I wanted him to hurt my feelings again just so I could receive any reaction from him. But he wore the same plain expression every single class of Potions. Some days, it drove me crazy.

Ambretta and Blaise had called it official. Often times she would stand next to him in Potions while we did our work. I took that opportunity to accompany Harry and Hermione since Lavender Brown and Ron Weasley were now dating. Besides, Harry was at the top of the class so it was easy to follow along with whatever he did...reading from the book of the mysterious Half-Blood Prince. I faced away from Draco the entire class as he worked alone, and that was that.