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Draco P.O.V
I watched as she headed over to the Gryffindor table, sitting down next to her two best friends, Harry and Ron. The news was that she and Ron were dating now, and it was filling me with envy.
"Dracikins," Pansy said to me, breaking my train of thought. "Are you okay?" I nodded and put my hand under my chin, and rested there for a few moments. "I'm alright."
Blaise stood up and dismissed himself from the Slytherin Table, coughing loudly as he left. Pansy muttered, "Go drink some water, freak," and stood up to go to the girls' lavatory while dragging me along also.
"Look, Pans'," I said nervously as she turned around to face me. "I got to go to Quidditch Practice, so I'll see you at the Common Room." Pansy opened her mouth to say something, but I left quickly before I could do so.
"Stupid little cow," I muttered to myself as I rounded the corner leading to the Quidditch field. "Opens her legs for any stupid git, like me," I ran my hands through my pale blonde hair and shuddered. What am I saying! She's my girlfriend. I thought to myself. Quickly changing into my uniform, I flew out into the field.
Hermione P.O.V
Licking my lips, I looked at the Gryffindor table that was piled with food. "Mmmm, yum," I muttered to myself. Ron put his arm around me. "You're thin as a twig-eat up."
I smiled at my boyfriend as I piled my food up high on my plate. A mountain of sausages, potatoes, peas, Yorkshire puddings, and gravy was toppling over. "Arggh, Can't, pile, any, more, food!" Ron and Harry laughed at my expression.
"That's my girl," Ron smiled. Oddly, I felt embarrassed when he said that. Ignoring my feelings, I giggled, twirled my hair, and dug in.
Draco P.O.V
Wind tussles my gel-covered hair as I flew around the Quidditch field alongside my teammates. "Bloody stupid gel," I remarked. Mulciber looked confused.
"We're here to play Quidditch Malfoy, not to talk about hair." Mulciber sneered as he flipped his Beaters bat just to show off. "We all know it's perfect."
I clenched my fist and tried to ignore it. Just ignore it, Draco. "I'm sorry Father," I said sarcastically. Mulciber glared at me throughout the whole practice.
. . .
I dismounted my broom and spun it admiringly. "Father paid a lot for it," I said to the team captain. He just grunted in reply.
"Useless, fricken, lump," I murmured. Unsatisfied with how Quidditch practice went, I unhappily drudged to the Slytherin common room, where I met Pansy.
"Dracikins!" she yelped. At times, she reminded me of a puppy who'd just got their tail trodden on. "How are you, Draci'? This was one of these times. Shrugging, replied in a monotone voice. "I think I'm going to ditch Quidditch."
Pansy yelped again. "After all you've been through? After all those fights with Potter," She put her ratty hair behind her ear. "And that Weasley and…and Mudblood,"
Inside, it felt like had just exploded with fury. No one calls my-my Her- No. She's not mine, she's Ron's. I gritted my teeth.
"Yes, that Mudblood,"