Quidditch Practice
I don't own Harry Potter. I wish I owned Tom Felton (sighs).
Draco's POV
I'm going to murder Stella.
What the hell is going on? Why did Granger turn me away? I thought she was supposed to be arse over tits for me by now.
I walk out onto the quidditch pitch at 6 o'clock a half an hour before practice.
I owled her an hour before to meet me here.
I see her coming around the last corner, she pauses I know she can feel the anger flowing from me.
"Things didn't go so well, huh?" she smirks as she comes towards me.
"No it didn't. Why does Granger still think of as an evil prat? Why hasn't she fallen arse over tit for me?" I grab her wrist and squeezed it tight "I thought you said you had the situation handled?"
Before I know it I'm flung back twelve feet by an unknown force and Stella stands over me, anger written all over her face.
All of a sudden she smiles, which frightens me even more.
"Maybe because you are an evil prat" she leans down "now just give it time, I do have it under control"
I then get off the ground and try to figure out what the hell just happened.
"If you ever put your hands on me again, I will kill" she turns and walks to the changing rooms,
What the hell pushed me like that?
Quidditch practice went a lot smother than I thought it would.
Stella is a natural chaser she even came up with some strategies that are quite Slytherin (that means they were devious and about an inch from breaking the rules).
After we all got changed I knew I had to apologize to Stella she was an accomplice, and a major one at that, and if I continued to let her be mad at me our plans to break up the trio would go down the tube.
I walk over to her thinking of exactly what I should say. I'm not really good at these things.
"Hey..." I start.
"Save it" shit she doesn't want to continue "I heard your apology from a mile away, and I forgive you, so forget about"
she slams her locker shut and walks out.
I don't own Harry Potter. I wish I owned Tom Felton (sighs).
Draco's POV
I'm going to murder Stella.
What the hell is going on? Why did Granger turn me away? I thought she was supposed to be arse over tits for me by now.
I walk out onto the quidditch pitch at 6 o'clock a half an hour before practice.
I owled her an hour before to meet me here.
I see her coming around the last corner, she pauses I know she can feel the anger flowing from me.
"Things didn't go so well, huh?" she smirks as she comes towards me.
"No it didn't. Why does Granger still think of as an evil prat? Why hasn't she fallen arse over tit for me?" I grab her wrist and squeezed it tight "I thought you said you had the situation handled?"
Before I know it I'm flung back twelve feet by an unknown force and Stella stands over me, anger written all over her face.
All of a sudden she smiles, which frightens me even more.
"Maybe because you are an evil prat" she leans down "now just give it time, I do have it under control"
I then get off the ground and try to figure out what the hell just happened.
"If you ever put your hands on me again, I will kill" she turns and walks to the changing rooms,
What the hell pushed me like that?
Quidditch practice went a lot smother than I thought it would.
Stella is a natural chaser she even came up with some strategies that are quite Slytherin (that means they were devious and about an inch from breaking the rules).
After we all got changed I knew I had to apologize to Stella she was an accomplice, and a major one at that, and if I continued to let her be mad at me our plans to break up the trio would go down the tube.
I walk over to her thinking of exactly what I should say. I'm not really good at these things.
"Hey..." I start.
"Save it" shit she doesn't want to continue "I heard your apology from a mile away, and I forgive you, so forget about"
she slams her locker shut and walks out.