diffindo: a hogwarts fanfiction || fred weasley || draco malfoy

quidditch

A/N:

Hi there and welcome back to another chapter of my story :)

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For this chapter I have once again found an amazing Playlist on Spotify that gave me the vibes for this chapter:

"Quidditch Is a Rough Game" by Zdenka Ester

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6WxUWxbhaUiZjlK8ahB4vr?si=zhNLK-R3TBGXEY02CrVOsg

Anyways here is Chapter 9, "quidditch" _____________________________________________________________

Silence. Silence hung in the air like the suspended moment before a falling glass shattering on the ground. The silence was like a gaping void, needing to be filled with sounds, words, anything. The silence was poisonous in its nothingness, cruelly underscoring how vapid and loud the castle had been before this nothingness. The silence was eerily unnatural, like dawn devoid of birdsong. Silence clung to the school like a poisonous cloud that at any moment could choke the life out of itself. Silence seeped into every wall, every corridor, every classroom. It felt like a poison slowly paralyzing everything in itself from any kind of speech or movement.

For Damien, the silence was the most terrifying part. Like before a bomb, waiting for everything around him to go up in flames and be blown away completely any second. For him, it felt like it was a time for hope to grow or wither. It was a time for doubt to suddenly grow until it crept up on him, almost making it feel physical. He had gotten back from the Three Broomsticks around four hours ago and after accompanying Cedric to their Hufflepuff dormitories he had headed down the dark, dim-light dungeons, hustling past the Slytherin Common Room, back to the black door, almost at the end of the corridor. 

He had known the notion of knocking would not bring him closer to his goal, yet he had not been able to resist the slim chance of success. His hand had flown up to the door and formed into a fist before slightly knocking on the door. As expected, it did not budge even in the slightest. Damien had found his thoughts slipping away from his task, back to Honeydukes and back to the extremely handsome man with chiseled features, dark hair, and bright grey eyes that had been with him just a few moments ago. Cedric. 

Dazingly, he had sat on the dark wooden bench across the study whose's color and material fit the doors. His breath had slowed as his head rested on the stone pillar to his right side. He had fallen asleep quicker than he could notice. Around four hours later, he had woken up and was now staring blankly at the wooden door in front of him. It was around 3 in the morning. His neck was aching terribly from the stiff position he had fallen asleep in, so he rubbed over the back of his neck slightly, trying to calm himself down a bit. Damien's eyes shot open and widened like they never had before as he jumped to his feet in an instant. He had perceived a sound and it came from inside the study.

His feet carried him only inches away from the door, his hand was already rising again when the small black door shot open and an ash-blonde head peeked through it. She stumbled forwards and fell directly into Damien's arm, him catching her cold arms out of reflex. He felt a satin texture stroking his underarm when he noticed the light blue set of clothes. Aline was still wearing her old Beauxbatons uniform when Damien pulled her towards her, tears streaming down his face before he could even speak any words. He hugged her tightly, pressing her to his chest and putting his chin on her head. Aline radiated a sense of exhaustion that, even though she was back in his arms, seemed extremely worrisome. Wetness soaked through his shirt onto his chest and he noticed it wasn't just him that was crying.