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This is my first fan fiction. I don't know if I should keep writing. Please review and be honest. Tell me how I can improve or if I should just not continue. If I do continue I will try to update as soon as possible. Thanks for reading.
Draco POV
"Stupid Potter, with his firebolt. Think he is so great at flying." I mutter under my breath. His messy, black hair was sticking up in all directions, the weasel and the mudblood by his side. A sneer crossed my face as I my eyes focus on the mass of frizzy hair sitting in front of me, it was almost as if the stench of her dirty blood was radiating of her. How the blood traitor's father, with his disgusting love of muggles, ever managed to get these prime quidditch seats, I will never know. Trying my best to ignore the 'golden trio' in front of me I forced my gaze upwards to look at the quidditch game. Krum went into a spectacular dive but I knew he was faking it. It was the wronski feint. I was one of the best quidditch player at Hogwarts except for… Potter. Ughh... Stupid Potter!
The quidditch game was over Ireland won but Krum got the snitch.
I was standing by the entrance of the forest. People were panicking. Running in all directions. I stood in the shadows trying not to be seen. Why? Why must my father do this? I didn't want this. My heart thumped painfully fast in my chest. What if my father was caught? He could be sent to Azkaban. Just as I was about to turn around and head further into the cover of the forest the golden trio walked past. As my eyes landed on Granger a twinge of protectiveness went through me. I tried to brush it of but the feeling just grew more and more. I had to do something. Stepping out from the shadows in front of the three I said "careful there Granger, it's Muggles they are after. Muggles and Mudblood" I had to warn her somehow even if that means insulting her. The weasel scowled at me and stood in front of Granger as if trying to shield her from me. A sneer contorted my face and a pang of jealously shot through me. What was happening? First I warn a mudblood and now I'm jealous of WEASLEY. WEASLEY of all people. "just go… please" I muttered moving out of their way. I was almost certain scarhead and wealsebee didn't hear me but Granger shot me a confused glance as she passed by eyeing me with her scrutinising eyes. I moved further back into the trees, couching down with my back leaning against the rough bark. I rested my head in my hands. What have I done? I can't do this. She's a Mudblood. My father can't know. I have to stop this.