Chapter 14,
'So you don't like Padma anymore?' Vincent asked hopefully after class.
'Yes I do. But did you really think I would be stupid enough to tell those two Rawenclaws that?' Draco answered as they walked. They were on their way to lunch and according to Greg it was important that they got there early because it was cream cakes for dessert.
'Oh, because if you would ever change your mind, you know where you will find me,' Vincent went on. Draco didn't answer. He would never give up. He would always have that special crush on Padma.
'Draco!' Draco turned around. Henri Rontell, the Quidditch captain was standing there waving Draco to him.
'Yes?' Draco asked keeping a distance between them. He had Greg's warning fresh in his mind.
'Today it is Quidditch practise, right? Well, if you haven't improved from last training session by this evening Nina, the fourth grade girl is welcome to join our practises,'
'What?' Draco shouted out.
'I can't keep having this entire problem with you, Draco. You must understand. As a Quidditch captain it is my duty to make sure that I have the best team possible,' and with that, he walked past Draco towards the Great Hall.
'What did he say?' Greg asked seeing the worried expression on Draco's face.
'Nothing. Just discussing tactic,' Draco said shrugging his shoulders. He didn't want to tell him the threat he had just got. First, it was embarrassing, and second, it was very embarrassing.
'I might actually try out for the Quidditch team...' Greg said.
'What?' Draco asked surprised.
'Well, Pamela says that all girl's prefer Quidditch players,' Draco stared.
'No fens or anything of that sort, but your body I don't think was built to play Quidditch,' Draco said truthfully. 'I mean, a broom might not support your weight,'
'Don't be so mean to Greg, Draco,' Vincent said. 'Friends aren't mean to each other. I will tell you that no people on Earth like to be reminded of their truth...'
'Aha. So you agree with me then. A broom does not support his weight,' Draco said. He knew he was being mean but think if Greg did try out and he was better that Draco himself. Draco started shaking at that thought. 'Ok, I am sorry,' he said after seeing Greg's hurt face. 'I just don't want you to try out for something you might regret later. I don't want to loose my best friend you see,' Greg muttered something a lot sounding like 'It's all right,' but Draco was sure he didn't at all mean it.
'Greg, I think you should try out,' Vincent said. 'I don't think the broom would brake. They are highly improved in technology these days and since there are different types of brooms they must be for different types of people. Your weight would just support the speed and make you go faster,' at those words Draco felt an urge of panic. Think if Greg would try out for the seeker position... Draco didn't even want to think about it.
'You know, I have always dreamt of being a chaser,' Greg said and Draco could hear a tone of happiness in his voice. 'And I would have time to practice because the game isn't until the day after the prefects prom. I am actually going to go and see Henri now and tell him I want to try out,' and with those words the changed direction and Draco and Vincent were left to go down for lunch alone.
'I know what Padma's favourite colour is. Maybe you could have that colour on your robe for the Prefect's prom,'
'What colour is it then?' Draco asked eagerly.
'Light pink,'
'No. I think I will wear my normal black robe instead. It brings out the colour of my eyes you see,' Draco said feeling that no matter how much he liked Padma he would never go to a prom in pink.
'I never realised it does,' Vincent said.
'Yes it does,' Draco said and stopped and pulled his school robe up towards his eyes. Vincent looked.
'You look the same as always,' he said after a moment of thought.
'What do you mean like always?' Draco spat angrily.
'Well, you always wear black. It doesn't change anything about you anymore. It might have once but that must have been a very long time ago...'
'What was a very long time ago?' Draco and Vincent looked up and found Henry Rontell standing there.
'That the colour black doesn't change Draco anymore,' Vincent answered truthfully.
'I actually have realised that. In my opinion, blue would change you a lot. In a good way though,' Henry said in a voice that annoyed Draco.
'Greg was looking for you,' Draco instead said to try and make him leave so that he could finish the conversation. 'About the Quidditch team,' 'Really? Well then I'd better find him. But Draco, I didn't by any chance hand you my wand while I was talking to you?' Draco shook his head. Henry groaned. 'I keep loosing all my things! If I don't find it I will have to write for a new one again and my mum will kill me,'
'I agree with him. Blue would change you a lot. I haven't seen you in anything but black or dark green,' Vincent said when Henry had gone. 'I say we go and by a new robe next Hogsmead visit,' Draco silently nodded.
'All right. But then plain blue. Nothing too different,'
'So you don't like Padma anymore?' Vincent asked hopefully after class.
'Yes I do. But did you really think I would be stupid enough to tell those two Rawenclaws that?' Draco answered as they walked. They were on their way to lunch and according to Greg it was important that they got there early because it was cream cakes for dessert.
'Oh, because if you would ever change your mind, you know where you will find me,' Vincent went on. Draco didn't answer. He would never give up. He would always have that special crush on Padma.
'Draco!' Draco turned around. Henri Rontell, the Quidditch captain was standing there waving Draco to him.
'Yes?' Draco asked keeping a distance between them. He had Greg's warning fresh in his mind.
'Today it is Quidditch practise, right? Well, if you haven't improved from last training session by this evening Nina, the fourth grade girl is welcome to join our practises,'
'What?' Draco shouted out.
'I can't keep having this entire problem with you, Draco. You must understand. As a Quidditch captain it is my duty to make sure that I have the best team possible,' and with that, he walked past Draco towards the Great Hall.
'What did he say?' Greg asked seeing the worried expression on Draco's face.
'Nothing. Just discussing tactic,' Draco said shrugging his shoulders. He didn't want to tell him the threat he had just got. First, it was embarrassing, and second, it was very embarrassing.
'I might actually try out for the Quidditch team...' Greg said.
'What?' Draco asked surprised.
'Well, Pamela says that all girl's prefer Quidditch players,' Draco stared.
'No fens or anything of that sort, but your body I don't think was built to play Quidditch,' Draco said truthfully. 'I mean, a broom might not support your weight,'
'Don't be so mean to Greg, Draco,' Vincent said. 'Friends aren't mean to each other. I will tell you that no people on Earth like to be reminded of their truth...'
'Aha. So you agree with me then. A broom does not support his weight,' Draco said. He knew he was being mean but think if Greg did try out and he was better that Draco himself. Draco started shaking at that thought. 'Ok, I am sorry,' he said after seeing Greg's hurt face. 'I just don't want you to try out for something you might regret later. I don't want to loose my best friend you see,' Greg muttered something a lot sounding like 'It's all right,' but Draco was sure he didn't at all mean it.
'Greg, I think you should try out,' Vincent said. 'I don't think the broom would brake. They are highly improved in technology these days and since there are different types of brooms they must be for different types of people. Your weight would just support the speed and make you go faster,' at those words Draco felt an urge of panic. Think if Greg would try out for the seeker position... Draco didn't even want to think about it.
'You know, I have always dreamt of being a chaser,' Greg said and Draco could hear a tone of happiness in his voice. 'And I would have time to practice because the game isn't until the day after the prefects prom. I am actually going to go and see Henri now and tell him I want to try out,' and with those words the changed direction and Draco and Vincent were left to go down for lunch alone.
'I know what Padma's favourite colour is. Maybe you could have that colour on your robe for the Prefect's prom,'
'What colour is it then?' Draco asked eagerly.
'Light pink,'
'No. I think I will wear my normal black robe instead. It brings out the colour of my eyes you see,' Draco said feeling that no matter how much he liked Padma he would never go to a prom in pink.
'I never realised it does,' Vincent said.
'Yes it does,' Draco said and stopped and pulled his school robe up towards his eyes. Vincent looked.
'You look the same as always,' he said after a moment of thought.
'What do you mean like always?' Draco spat angrily.
'Well, you always wear black. It doesn't change anything about you anymore. It might have once but that must have been a very long time ago...'
'What was a very long time ago?' Draco and Vincent looked up and found Henry Rontell standing there.
'That the colour black doesn't change Draco anymore,' Vincent answered truthfully.
'I actually have realised that. In my opinion, blue would change you a lot. In a good way though,' Henry said in a voice that annoyed Draco.
'Greg was looking for you,' Draco instead said to try and make him leave so that he could finish the conversation. 'About the Quidditch team,' 'Really? Well then I'd better find him. But Draco, I didn't by any chance hand you my wand while I was talking to you?' Draco shook his head. Henry groaned. 'I keep loosing all my things! If I don't find it I will have to write for a new one again and my mum will kill me,'
'I agree with him. Blue would change you a lot. I haven't seen you in anything but black or dark green,' Vincent said when Henry had gone. 'I say we go and by a new robe next Hogsmead visit,' Draco silently nodded.
'All right. But then plain blue. Nothing too different,'