Admiring the Stars | D. Malfoy

Chapter 15

 After a grueling day of classes that left you wanting to collapse in your bed for the night, you had to go back to the common room and change for your first Quidditch practice of the year. You trudged up the stairs, tossing your bag onto your bed haphazardly.

You quickly threw on your practice robes and grabbed your broom, heading back down the stairs to meet with the rest of the team. At the bottom, you noticed the rest of the team marveling at new, matching brooms.

You walk further into the common room to meet up with the rest of your teammates, wondering why they all have matching brooms.

Draco sees you enter and walks up to you, holding two brooms. You open your mouth to greet him when he abruptly, and rather aggressively, shoves one of the brooms he's carrying into your face.

"This one is yours," You take the broom in your free hand and look down at the exquisite material, brushing your fingertips along the handle. "My father bought these for the team."

"Is this a Nimbus 2001?" You look up from the broom and at Draco's face. "These haven't been released yet, how did you get your hands on so many?" You stare back down at your broom and continue to marvel at the sleek woodwork.

"Well, money can get you a lot of thing, L/n," Draco smirked rather smugly at you. You weren't paying attention, though.

You nodded at him in your amazed state. "Okay, I'm going to take my old broom back to my room then." You slipped away and rushed back up the stairs to place your old Comet 260 back in its original place next to your bed. You would still use it outside of games, but the Nimbus 2001 was far too appealing.

I should tell Mum about this later. I still haven't told her about making the team. You wince to yourself. You'll make sure to send a letter later explaining everything that happened in the past few days.

You walk back downstairs with your new broom in hand and meet up with the captain, letting him know that you're ready. Marcus Flint then gestured to the rest of the team to follow him out to the Quidditch field, holding a rolled-up note in one of his hands.


You walk out through the courtyard towards the Quidditch pitch with your fellow Slytherins. Several students were studying, others chatting, and a few taking naps in the afternoon sun. Across the courtyard, you can make out the Gryffindor team, followed by Ron and Hermione.

Their captain, Oliver Wood, spots your team heading to the Quidditch pitch as well. "Clear out, Flint! I booked the pitch for Gryffindor today."

Flint stood smugly and brandished the note that you saw earlier towards Oliver. "Easy, Wood. I've got a note."

Oliver snatched the note from Flint's hand and unrolls it as if it were the vilest thing in the universe. "'I, Professor Severus Snape, do hereby give the Slytherin team permission to practice today, owing to the need to train their new seeker and chaser.'" Oliver looked up from the piece of parchment that was now crumpling in his hands slightly. "You've got a new seeker and a new chaser? Who?"

Draco pushes to the front of the crowd of Slytherins, making sure he got the entrance he was looking for. You get pushed to the front slightly by one of your teammates before you sent a glare to them, stopping their progress. You'd prefer not to gloat.

"Draco?" Harry incredulously asks. He turns to you next. "Y/n?"

Draco smirks. "That's right. And that's not all that's new this year...."

As one, all of the other Slytherins rose their brooms like a hive mind. You continue to stand awkwardly to the side, slightly uncomfortable with this interaction.

All of the Gryffindors looked stunned at the brooms. Ron was the first to speak. "Those are Nimbus 2001s!"

Flint grinned devilishly at their faces. "A generous gift from Draco's father."

Draco continued for the captain. "That's right, Weasley. You see, unlike some, my father can afford to buy the best."

"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got in on pure talent." Hermione shot back at the boy.

"No one asked you opinion, you filthy little Mudblood."

You, along with everyone else, stared at Draco as if he just cursed her grandma. You sent him a glare that you made sure he saw and turned back to see Ron whipping out a rather broken wand. You briefly wonder when he broke it as he pointed it at Draco, preparing to jinx the boy.

Your eyes widened, and you were about to take out your own wand to stop him when the spell backfired, hitting Ron instead. You try to go to him, but your arm gets snagged by Draco, who's laughing at the misfortune.

You stare at him for a moment before looking back to your friend, who is now puking slugs. The other Slytherins continue to crow with laughter until they're out of the vicinity. You stare after your friends in silence as Ron rushes around the corner and away from the other Gryffindors.

The rest of the Gryffindor team walk off to figure out what they could do instead of practicing, the twins giving you a look that practically told you that you were a bad friend for just letting everything happen. You stare after them and follow the Slytherins to the Quidditch pitch for practice.


If you weren't ready to collapse into your bed after your classes today, you definitely were now since the practice was just as grueling as you expected it to be. You head back to your dorm to change into your regular robes and go to have a much-needed dinner. You sat with Millicent and chatted about your first day of practice while eating like it was your last meal on death row.

When you both left to go back to the dorms, you walked next to Millicent and Draco, who just happened to be leaving at the same time as you both. You walk through the corridors silently, eventually coming upon the golden trio standing under a wall with what looks to be blood written on it.

Your eyes widened at the sight of Filch's cat hanging from a post. You could feel Millicent grab the sleeve of your robe, obviously scared out of her wits. You couldn't pretend like you weren't also left shaking in your boots at the words written.



Draco takes a step forward. "Enemies of the heir, beware! You'll be next, Mudbloods!"

You see him looking straight at Hermione and slap his arm lightly. This gets his attention, and he looks at you, cocking an eyebrow as if silently asking what he was doing wrong. You lightly glared at him and shook your head, looking back to the wall.

Filch shoved his way to the front and aggressively questioned what was going on until he stopped dead in his tracks, gaze fixed to his beloved cat. "Mrs. Norris!" Filch then rounded on Harry, pummeling him with his words. "You! You've murdered my cat! I'll kill you! I'll—"

When Dumbledore came to investigate, you couldn't help but wonder, Why would Harry be involved in this. I mean... he's idiotic, but he's not stupid enough to kill someone's cat. But what if Mrs. Norris isn't dead... Your eyes widened. What if she's just petrified. As the thoughts plague your mind, you were herded away from the wall by the staff present.

You walked with Millicent back to the common room, letting her leave for the dorm first. Just before heading towards the boys' dormitories, you caught Draco's attention.  "Hey, Malfoy. Do you know anything about the Chamber of Secrets?"

"Why would I know anything about a dumb chamber?" He turned away and head up the stairs, blowing you off as if you'd only asked to copy his homework. You stare after him, watching him disappear around the corner while you contemplated what he said in the corridor earlier.

How did he know enemies of the heir meant Mudbloods? He must be one of the only people to know something about the Chamber of Secrets. You begin walking back to your own dorm, vowing to yourself that you needed to get closer to the boy if you wanted to learn more about this Chamber.