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" And now the start of the second half" Lee Jordan commentated "Ladies and gentlemen this is turning out to be one of the longest games in Hogwarts history. We've now just passed the two-hour mark with no capture of the snitch from either team. Slytherin is trailing by eighty to the Ravenclaws. To go to the final's Slytherin need's their seeker Draco Malfoy to catch the golden snitch"
I listened intently to Lee Jordan's commentary, while I floated near the Slytherin goal post. My eyes scanning the field for the glittering gold ball. We need this win, without it we won't be going to the final's against Gryffindor. My eye's scanned the field a second time, nothing. I see that the Ravenclaw seeker is directly across from me, watching me. Then I see it, near the Ravenclaw goal post. I do a quick check to see if the other seeker spot's it, he doesn't and I dive after it. I can hear the Ravenclaw seeker behind me, but it's too late I've already closed me fingers around the struggling gold ball. The game is over, and we're going to the finals. The rest of the team crowds around me. I love the attention. But it gets annoying after a while and I pull away from the crowd, floating near the Hufflepuff stands. The snitch still clutched tightly in my hand, My thoughts now fluttered to next week. We'd be going up against Gryffindor, who crushed Hufflepuff with a snitch catch in the first 10 minutes and demolished Ravenclaw with a score of 190 to 60, the snitch was caught in 15 minutes time. None of Potters matches lasted more than an hour. He often boasted around school that he could catch the snitch as soon as the game started, And I wouldn't put it past him. Potter really was one of the best seekers the school has ever seen. And I wanted that . . . The ongoing praise, The congratulation, The glory. Weasley was the first to spread the word that The National Quidditch League was looking to draft him straight out of Hogwarts. Oliver wood, and Alicia Spinnet had been drafted, and so far Potter was the only one being considered for this year. Not if my father has anything to do with it. If they don't consider me now . . . We'll buy our way in. It's a Malfoy tradition. I was going to have a Quidditch career if it killed my father. So I wasn't so phased by that.
Still Potter had gotten it first, Always first. The Famous Harry Potter, vanquisher of the Dark Lord six times, The Good Guy, friend to all, hell a sex symbol if you count all of the girls (and some of the guys) who swoon over him. Everything I wanted to be. I was going to be it no matter what it took.
"Mr. Malfoy get down here" Madame Hooch called
I hadn't realized that I'd still been hovering. Slowly I descended and handed my precious Firebolt to Crabbe, Of course it wasn't a big deal when I got my Firebolt because Potter had already gotten one. A gift from his now dead God father and Ex murderer ( no matter what anyone says) Sirius Black. I chuckled at that thought. Potters life, despite his success on the Quidditch field was a mess. His misery kept me going to my classes. I fell asleep at night thinking of ways to hurt him. Heartless jokes about his dead parents, Cold jabs about the deaths of his Godfathers, Aunt, Uncle and cousin, Snide remarks about the fact that he now had to stay with the Weasley Family ( I couldn't see how they could afford to feed another person). I kept the best things for when we were in front of a crowd. I tortured him about the six months he spent in St Mungos Psychiatric Ward, after suffering a nervous breakdown. That was my gold.
"Like butter" I murmured under my breath. Describing the feeling, I got when I saw that I had touched a nerve, and the satisfaction I got when I spotted the fresh cuts on his arm the next day. A large smile was on my lips now.
"What are ya still standing there for?" Goyle called
Once again I was in my own little Harry Potter hating world. I glared at Goyle and caught up with the Slytherin team. They were in the locker room celebrating with butterbeer. Crabbe offered me one, but I don't drink that. When I want a drink, I get some Firewhiskey, and I get a lot. Crabbe and Goyle try to stop me when I start drinking too much, but as usual I don't listen to them. Because it makes me brave, makes me popular. It makes me Harry Potter. I hate myself for that answer. I'm better than Potter, much better and will always be. After all I am a Pure-blood, Potter a Half-blood. I hurry through my shower, being around too many naked guys makes me nervous. Moreover I'm eager to get to dinner and do my favorite thing, terrorize Potty and his friends. But while on the way there I tried to trip Professor Sprout and lost 20 points Slytherin. By the time I got there I was already in a bad mood. But I was quickly uplifted when Potter, with an arm around Weasley and the other around that beautiful Mudblood Granger. I swear by the way they are with each other you'd think they were sleeping with each other. I made a note to spread that rumor later that day in the common room, it'd be all over school the next day. I wait until my muscles arrive, then the taunt's begin. The Slytherin table is egging it on, they try to ignore us . . . me. Yet it isn't long before Granger gets brave and tries to stop us, and I send her to the bathroom crying. Weasley goes after her, while Potter steps up to me. He's a bit shorter than me, which is another reason why he makes the perfect seeker. I stand there brave and tall, yet I fear the first punch. Crabbe and Goyle are by my side in seconds, He looks around he knew he was no match for Crabbe or Goyle no matter how hard he tried. He was only about 120 lbs. Both Crabbe and Goyle were big guys, I could see in his deep green eye's that he decided against throwing the punch. The teachers watched with beaded breath ready to break up a fight if needed.
Professor McGonagall knowing Potters temper came over and tried to get him away right then. I smiled superiorly as she took him by the arm.
"Later Potty" I called
Pulling away from McGonagall he came straight to my face I pulled back for a moment .
"You'll never amount to anything Malfoy" He spat angrily as McGonagall grabbed his right arm, Seamus Finnegan grabbed his left. "You feed off of the misery of others' because you're nothing, not talented, not attractive, not smart, Nothing!"
If he'd only known, that I knew that already.
I retorted back with "I'll be more than you'll ever be psycho. How did you like St Mungo's?. Everyone knows you'll end up there again. Retard, you go about cutting yourself like some freak. I don't know why they even let you back in here!"
The next thing I knew I was on the floor getting my face beaten in. The Gryffindor table jumped in and so did the Slytherin. The Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff 's watched excitedly egging it on. While the teachers tried to stop it. Finally Dumbledore entered the Great Hall and with a flick of his wand ended it. Potter and I were dragged off to his office while McGonagall and Snape took care of the rest of the houses. We were both put on probation, one hundred points were taken from each house, and given two weeks detention. If we did anything wrong, we wouldn't be able to play in the finals. Which gave me an idea. I watched as Potter ran off. To cut himself no doubt but I didn't care. I had to find Crabbe and Goyle now, to tell them my idea. We were going to get Potter out of the game one way or another, and we had a week to do so.