Hogwarts Part 43

Will you get the Hogwarts guy of your dreams? Find out in this quiz. Starting in your third year, you will get the opportunity to become friends and more with Neville Longbottom, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, George Weasley, and Oliver Wood.

*Recap* Basically, it was all about the scene with Draco crying in the bathroom and talking to Moaning Myrtle, minus the Moaning Myrtle this time. After some initial confrontation, you ending up kissing and he told you he loved you. But of course the drama had to come in somewhere, so Harry walked in and started a duel with Draco. You then got hit with the Sectumsempra curse that was meant for Draco.

Created by: music826

  1. "Shh, I think she's waking up." I slowly opened my eyes, curious as to who was there. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were all leaning over my bed. Oliver was also lingering in the background, but he jumped up and strode over upon seeing that I was awake. "How do you feel?" he asked anxiously. "Okay...just really exhausted," I evaluated my condition, moving my limbs around experimentally. Even the simple action of sitting up had been a bit difficult. "You lost a lot of blood. Madam Pomfrey says you probably won't be out for a couple of days," Hermione informed me. "It probably wouldn't have been so bad, but Snape was slow with the healing. Probably just because you're not a Slytherin," Harry said with an irritated expression. "She wouldn't have needed healing if you had just thrown that book out ages ago!" Hermione said crossly. Clearly they were arguing about the Half-Blood Prince's Potions book again. That must have been where he had found the curse. "Well, it's gone now. After all this, it won't be coming back either," Harry replied, gesturing at my current state. "You might have just cost Ravenclaw the Quidditch Cup," Oliver grumbled angrily to Harry. I sat up violently. The Quidditch Cup! As the others stared at me in concern, I scrambled to get out of bed.
  2. My legs gave out on me a second later. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Oliver all jumped to save me from falling. "What is it?" Hermione asked, clearly concerned by my sudden reaction. "The Quidditch Cup! I've got to go get the team ready. I mean, they probably haven't practiced and the match is...when is it?" I looked at Oliver desperately. "Saturday," he said grimly. I started to get out of bed again, but he held me back. "I'm sorry, but you're not supposed to leave until Madam Pomfrey says you can leave. I tried to tell her about the Quidditch match, but she wouldn't listen," Oliver said irritably. I couldn't help but smile. Oliver certainly had his priorities straight, even when it wasn't in the best interest of others. "If it makes you feel any better, Snape gave me detention every Saturday for the rest of the year. I can't play in the match," Harry said bitterly. "Well, obviously that doesn't make me feel any better. But it was well deserved," I reprimanded him. I knew someday his meddling with Draco was going to get him into trouble. "I know. Listen, I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have used the spell in the first place," he apologized. "I know it wasn't on purpose. Just remember to use your head before your wand next time," I teased him. He smiled wryly. "No guarantees."
  3. When the others were long gone, I got some moments of peace at last. I started to catch up on my schoolwork, and as I was writing some notes, I looked down at my hand. Something was different, but I couldn't quite place what it was. I remembered with a slight jolt. The snake ring. It was gone, and it wasn't by accident. I felt quite heartbroken. After everything, Draco saying he loved me, me almost, just almost feeling the same way, he was still pushing me away from him. And that ring just symbolized it. Intending to set him straight sooner or later, I focused on healing up for the match. Two days and several gruesome potions later, I was feeling quite normal again. Madam Pomfrey checked on me one last time and then, apparently satisfied, let me go. "I don't want you to play in that match tomorrow, though!" she called as I walked out the door. I gave a small nod of acknowledgement, but all the same, I knew I was lying. I wasn't going to miss that game for the world.
  4. The next day I was feeling quite pumped up for the match, but I was worried about my team. What if they hadn't practiced? We needed to be at our best if we were going to win. But as I went into the changing rooms, it appeared I didn't need to worry. In fact, they had already picked out Cho as a back-up Seeker in case I didn't show. They had also practiced every day that I had missed. They clearly wanted to win the match as much as I did. The entire team looked relieved to see me back, except for Cho, who seemed to want her previous position back. "All right, guys. We've been practicing all year for this. Sure, we missed a few days together, but we're still as good as we've ever been. Harry's not playing today, and without the Firebolt, I'm certain I can get the Snitch. All you have to do is keep the other players occupied. Got it?" They all nodded. "Good. Now let's go win the Quidditch Cup!" They all cheered and we ran out onto the field, feeling quite confident. After the last loss, Gryffindor had quite a few points to catch up on to have any chance at winning.
  5. Oliver and Madam Hooch appeared on the field and released the four balls, and soon, all fourteen players were off. As was my usual strategy, I simply circled the pitch high in the air. Ginny was playing Seeker again, but as gifted a player as she was, she was better suited as a Chaser. I had the game wrapped up about ten minutes in, the Snitch clasped tightly in my hand. Cho was looking sulky, as she could've been the one being paraded around on the shoulders of our fellow Ravenclaws, but I could've cared less about her right then.
  6. After several hours of celebration in the Ravenclaw common room, things finally started to settle down a bit. I reveled in the glory for a few days, a stark contrast to the previous year, but soon focused on the end of the year and exams. For some odd reason, the Slug Club wasn't really meeting anymore, so that one more thing I could forget about to my delight. On another note, Draco was as distant as ever. The next time I sat next to him in Potions, it was all too clear. As soon as I sat down, he looked up from the table. He looked as if he hadn't slept in days, and his eyes were a bit puffy as if he had been crying again. I sat down, perched on my seat uncertainly. After that day in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, I had no idea where we stood, especially since he had taken the ring back. "Hello," I greeted him, biting my lower lip nervously. He looked down, avoiding my eyes with a certain determination. I knew without a doubt that he was feeling guilty about what happened in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. "It wasn't your fault," I said, putting my hand over his for reassurance. He jerked it back as if he had been shocked. "No, really. Harry really shouldn't have attacked you like that, and I jumped in front of you in the first place..." I went on for a couple more sentences, but he just shook his head in disgust and cut me off suddenly. "Don't you get it? EVERYTHING is my fault!" he burst out suddenly, half shouting at me. I stared at him in shock. That definitely was not the Draco I had seen just a few days ago. He looked rather deranged; something had driven over the edge, and that something was me. Practically the whole class had turned to watch what Draco was going to do next. He picked up his bag and stood up. "I'm think I'm done here," he said loud enough for the class to hear, and then leaned down to my ear with hardly a break in his step. "Stay away from me," he said quietly, and then slammed the door open and strode out. I lowered my gaze to my textbook as everyone's gazes simultaneously switched to me. Professor Slughorn clapped his hands awkwardly to get their attention back. "Well...all right, then. Today, we'll be..." his voice faded into the background. I had a feeling I had just lost Draco Malfoy to the Death Eaters.
  7. Draco didn't show up to the next Potions class, or the one after that. He missed every single one from that point on, and I rarely managed to catch a glimpse of him anywhere at all. I gave up on him after a couple weeks, and instead started to focus on the upcoming exams. The end of the year was approaching quite fast after all of the various drama of the last few months. It felt like something was missing, though. Something big always occurred in the last days of term, and I had a feeling this year was no exception. I was unfortunately, completely right.
  8. *music826* Okay, so by having Ravenclaw win the match, Ginny and Harry basically never got together, so problem solved...sort of. I was fine with them together in the books, but I don't think you Harry fans would appreciate me taking him away from you. Consider it the same situation with Hermione and Ron. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed! I think the next edition is going to be the last of sixth year. I'm really not going to go into any sort of detail about Harry's adventure, but perhaps I'll create some fun with the Death Eaters or something. Until next time :)

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