You're My Everything

Draco was getting frustrated. He tried all means to contact and explain to Ginny about that ‘kiss’ at the fountain. Ginny Weasley had been avoiding him. To make matter worse, Hermione Granger came looking for him when he was going to breakfast with Crabbe and Goyle.


“Draco Malfoy! You have missed the prefect’s meetings for three days in a row, and you did not turn up for duties with me, Pansy, Ernie!” Hermione hollered so loudly that the students in the Great Hall could hear her.


“You mad, hysterical girl! Are you the Head Girl? Are you in charge of prefects? Are you in charge of me? No, so stop screaming like a crazy bitch. I have a reputation to uphold and listening to Mudblood screaming isn’t a good way to keep it up.” Draco sneered. Crabbe and Goyle snickered behind Draco, each rubbing their fists, hungry for an excuse to punch Hermione in the face.


“You revolting piece of slime...” Hermione barely finished her sentence when Harry, Ron and Ginny came waltzing in.


“Morning Hermione,” Harry greeted his girlfriend and pecked her lightly on the cheek.


“Oh, morning Harry.” Hermione blushed. Behind her, Ginny made a face to Ron, who smirked back.


“Why are you so early? And, isn’t that Malfoy?” Harry caught sight of Draco, sneering at them.


“Potter. Please show your affection elsewhere. I do want to have my breakfast without vomiting you know. Anyway, have a nice day. Try not to fall off the broom at tomorrow’s Quidditch match, eh?” Draco nodded to Ginny before walking to the direction of the Great Hall.
“Why is he nodding to you?” Ron asked, baffled. Ginny shrugged her shoulders and headed off to the Great Hall.


***


“Draco, we have Quidditch practise later. Don’t be late or you’ll have to run 20 laps round the pitch.” Holster told Draco. Ever since Flint ended school, Leslie Holster had become the captain. He was an arrogant guy, hated by even the Slytherins. Draco had trod on Holster’s toes the first day he came and Leslie had been mean to him ever since.


***


Draco wanted to skip Quidditch but couldn’t risk losing to Potter in tomorrow’s match. He also wanted to prove to Holster he was not a wimp. So Draco turned up at exactly seven, but Holster had found an excuse to punish him anyway.


“Draco. I told you to wear our uniform for today’s practise and what did you wear? Robes. Run 20 laps round the pitch. And I mean RUN, not by magic, on foot.” Holster motioned the rest to mount their brooms and they started flying. Draco ignored Holster’s instruction and started flying too. Holster noticed him and flew over angrily.


“Malfoy, can you understand English? I said run, not fly.” Draco continued ignoring him and Holster got irritated. He caught hold of Draco’s broom and stopped him.


“Listen Holster, you might be the Quidditch captain. You might be the Head Boy. But trust me. Everyone hates you. If you don’t stop bothering me, I will make you regret it. Trust me.” Draco stared determinedly at Holster with fire in his cold, grey eyes. When Holster still did not let go, he took out his wand and before he could shout out any curses, Holster let go of Draco’s broom.


“How dare you! I’ll make sure Professor Snape hears of this.” Holster pointed a finger threateningly at Draco.


“So now you’re going to play tattletale and report everything to icky Snapey?” Draco didn’t care if he was insulting his favourite teacher or he would have gotten himself into trouble. All he cared was he needed to make Holster feel embarrassed, to make Holster stop bothering him.


“Yes. I will report to Snape. Go run or get off my team.”


“Please Holster. It isn’t your choice to kick players off. It’s Snape’s. Beside, the pitch is not off bounds to students so I can still fly here whether you like it or not.” Behind Holster, Draco saw the rest of the team stop flying; some were cheering Draco on. Holster’s face turned red with anger as he had nothing to say. Draco had won. Hopefully, that bastard would stop disturbing him, or he would have to make true of his words.


***


Draco stormed up to his dorm and banged the door. Holster is such a bastard, he thought. He had 2 more assignments to do, not to mention his Occlumency practises. He glanced at his timetable and he realized with a jolt, that he had missed duty with Ron Weasley today. He was angry, with himself and with what a mess his life had become. For goodness’ sake, sixth year was as horrible as what his father had described.


***


“Draco, Professor Snape wishes to talk to you,” Holster told Draco with a sickening smile. Draco walked over to where Snape was standing.


“Professor, what are you looking for me for?” Draco asked innocently.


“Mr. Malfoy, Holster had just informed me that you have not been going for Quidditch practises and were rude to him? I know one of the practises you missed was because of… extra potions but otherwise, I presumed that you are free.”


“Sir, Holster has been accusing me of not listening to him and making up stupid excuses to punish me. He has an ego as big as an elephant and he doesn’t notice it,” Draco retaliated.


“Be calm Mr. Malfoy. I understand. However, he is still the captain I - mistakenly - appointed. Please keep calm around him - threatening him is not going to work.” Snape walked off, leaving Draco staring after him.


“So Draco, has Snape told you to turn up for the match?” Holster asked innocently.


“Yes. Have you come to gloat? If you are, you are a fool. I would rather find a seeker who is useless but tries instead of keeping a seeker who will try to make sure his team lose at all costs,” Draco warned Leslie.


“Yeah? Unfortunately for you, I know about your rivalry with Potter; you’ll try to win no matter what, so your threatening is of pointless!” Holster stormed off. Draco was annoyed at Holster. Here he was, trying to avoid going to today’s match for a nice nap and Holster was spoiling it for him.


“Draco, Draco!” Pansy rushed over to Draco’s side. She wore a beautiful cloak that did not suit her face. It was an insult and waste to the beautiful material she was wearing. Draco ignored Pansy as he moved over to leave the Great Hall and went to polish his newly bought Nimbus 2005.


“Drakie! Wait...” Pansy held his hands and stopped him. Draco could see the Gryffindors and, to his horror, Ginny, staring at them. Draco pushed Pansy hastily and walked off before Pansy made him make a fool of him.


“Drakie!” Pansy shouted. Draco saw Harry whisper something to Hermione and both of them chortled. Draco felt his face redden with anger as he opened the Great Hall’s door and left, with Pansy in his wake.


“Drakie. Wait for me. I have something important to tell you.”


“What?” Draco said angrily. “Have you come to tell me you finally realized how irritating you are and are giving me the good news that you will finally leave me alone?”


“No Drakie. How can you say that to me?” Pansy pouted.


“Please Parkinson, what else have you come for then?” Draco walked on quickly, trying to avoid the answer.


“Drakie... Harry Potter was banned from the Quidditch team for a week cause he used his broom to hit Professor Snape’s head. Ginny Weasley will be the seeker for today’s match.”


“WHAT?” Draco could not believe his ears? Was Heaven (or rather, Snape) helping him?


“Yes! Can you believe it? Today is going to be such an easy match to play. That Weaslette is such an easy opponent. I am sure you can defeat her with your eyes closed. As easy as the ABC’s, I’m sure...” Pansy rambled on.


Draco did not listen to what she was rambling about except the first part.


“What? Ginny Weasley? Youngest daughter of Arthur Weasley?” he remarked.

“Yes, Drakie dear.” Pansy purred, obviously happy at the thought that she had provided Draco something important.

“Shove off Pansy.” Draco had reached the common room and went into his room and locked the door. He ignored the banging of Pansy, desperate to get inside. He needed to think. Ginny Weasley, the girl in Draco’s fantasies, was playing against him today? It was like Christmas came early and he had just been given the best present of his life.


Don’t be so happy about it yet, Draco thought. If he let Ginny win, he would be looked down by Holster and rest of the Slytherins. If had won, Ginny might hate him and he would lose all his chances.


Now what? he thought. He sat down on his armchair and thought. He only could only hope for a miracle that would make him and Ginny win at the same time.


***


“Welcome to the first Quidditch match of the year. My name is Joanna Julies and I will be commentating the match today!” A loud booming voice rang and everyone roared up at once.


“Today’s match, first in the year, is Gryffindor versus Slytherin!” In the stands, everyone stood up, cheering for their individual teams. Harry looked gloomy as he cheered for the Gryffindor, waving a red and gold flag vigorously.


“First, let’s have a look at the Gryffindors!” Seven people, wearing red and gold came out, being welcomed by many of the their supporters.
“Next are the Slytherins,” Joanna said with notably less enthusiasm. The Slytherin team came out, enduring the loud ‘boos’ from the Gryffindors. Draco looked down at the pitch smugly, seeing Crabbe and Goyle waving a flag that read ‘Malfoy! GO!’.



With a clear warning to play the game properly, Madam Hooch threw the Quaffle in the air and Draco was pleased to see that Holster had caught it first. Draco hovered at the top, looking around for the Gryffindor seeker. Ginny was near the Slytherin’s goal post and so Draco flew over.


“Sure you can manage that broom of yours?” Draco sneered. Ginny glared at Draco and flew away, scanning the pitch for the Snitch.


“Gryffindor lead, fifty to twenty!” Draco heard Joanna yelled.


“What the hell are you doing, Malfoy?!” Holster shouted while trying to snatch the Quaffle from Alicia. With a jolt, Draco saw Ginny following a golden spark. The Snitch. Draco flew forward, marking Ginny instead of the Snitch.


“What?” Ginny caught sight of Draco following her and, distracted, she lost sight of the Snitch. Draco gave an apologetical look to Ginny which she mistook for a look of victory.


“Don’t be so smug just yet; you might fall off your broom when Gryffindor wins.” Ginny flew over to the other side of the pitch, clearly avoiding Draco. Draco did not care, he was already very determined in marking Ginny and making her notice him.


“Slytherin lead, eighty to seventy,” Joanna said, voice almost being covered by the loud cheer from the Slytherins. Draco smirked at Ginny, and caught sight of the tiny golden ball. Draco saw Ginny flying towards the goal post, mistaking Angelina’s watch’s reflection as the Snitch.


“Ho!” Draco was trying to catch Ginny’s attention without Holster knowing he was trying to help the ‘enemy’. Thankfully, Holster helped him unknowingly.


“Malfoy! What are you doing? Go catch the Snitch. It’s near Mitch!” Holster hollered, loud enough for everyone in the pitch to listen.



Ginny jerked up and saw Draco, flying at a slow speed, towards the Snitch. Ginny flew over quickly and soon was head on head with Draco.
“Hey Malfoy. Isn’t your broom superb? You can’t even outstrip my Shooting Star,” Ginny mocked. Draco, angry with his own speed, darted forward, leaving Ginny lagging behind. A bludger, hit by the Slytherin beater Mitch, came speeding towards Ginny. Ginny swerved to the side, narrowingly missing the bludger. Draco was glad that she was not hurt, so glad that he lost sight of the Snitch again. An angry Holster called for a time-out and he flew over to Draco.


“DRACO MALFOY! You are not as good or as smart as what Mr. Malfoy and Professor Snape portrayed you as. In fact, you have a swollen head that is so full of junk that you can’t even absorb simple instructions! Find Snitch, get, take, win! Is that too difficult to understand?” Holster shouted angrily. Behind him, he could see Ginny laughing at him. Draco was frustrated, with himself and with Ginny. Fine!, he thought, If that’s what Ginny wanted, maybe I am just foolish. Hm... I’ll win!


“Ready to resume the match?” Madam Hooch asked. Holster nodded and, after giving Draco a look that said Either you win, or you’re out, he flew over to where the rest of Slytherin was and as Madam Hooch’s whistle blew, the game started. Ginny, it seemed, had taken a new strategy - following Draco Malfoy. As Draco went to the side pole, he saw Ginny tailing him out of the corner of his eyes. ‘Whoosh!’ Draco had to do a dive to avoid the bludger that Gryffindor’s beater sent.
Draco had spotted the golden glimmer of the Snitch and was heading there, fast. He saw Ginny grinning and following him but there was not a chance that she could catch up. Draco flattened himself against the broom, hoping to gain more speed as he flew nearer and nearer to his target.


“Wham!” Joshua, the Slytherin’s beater had aimed a bludger at Ginny and, this time, his aim was accurate. Ginny’s grip of the broom loosened as she and her Shooting Star fell to the grassy patch below. Draco heard a crunching sound, as though something broke. It couldn’t be the broom, it was still intact, which meant it came from Ginny. Draco almost flew down, trying to see if Ginny was alright, but was stopped by Holster.


“Malfoy! Here’s your chance! Go find the Snitch and we’ll win.” Holster doesn’t care about Ginny at all, Draco thought. The Gryffindors were angry at Joshua and were shouting at Draco to end the match.


“Malfoy, get the Snitch. I don’t care if Slytherin wins. Just get the Snitch, end the game and we can get Ginny to the wing,” Angelina yelled, close to tears as she glanced downwards at their Seeker. How remarkably touching, Draco thought. He started searching for the Snitch anxiously. He saw it and zoomed towards it, with cheers from the Slytherins and angry boos of ‘cheater!’ from the other houses. He grabbed hold of the struggling ball and Madam Hooch’s whistle blew. He had won, but most importantly, he had ended the game.


The rest of the Gryffindor team rushed to Ginny, followed by the Gryffindors at the stands. Draco felt a pang of jealousy when he saw Harry carrying Ginny. Ginny looked so fragile, too fragile for Potter to carry. What if he dropped her? Draco suppressed an urge to get to Ginny’s side. He could only stand there staring.


After the Gryffindors had left, Holster came and congratulated Draco for winning. “Good for you boy,” Holster told him, “But you only won because the real hero, Joshua, eliminated Ginny first,” he added with a hiss.


“Like I care!” Draco threw his broom on the floor and stormed off. Pansy took Draco’s broom and rushed towards him, giberring madly.
“Wow, Drakie. I’m so proud of you! That catch you made! It was so nice and quick. You look so devilishly handsome when you’re playing Quidditch. I don’t care what that Leslie guy said; you are the best.”


“Shut up Pansy.” Draco pushed her aside roughly, causing her to fall down.


“Why are you avoiding and rejecting me Drake honey? Is it because there is someone new?” Pansy said, with a threatening voice.


“Listen Pansy. There isn’t anyone new. Even if there is, it is just the first,” Draco retorted.

“What about me? Don’t you have any regards for me at all? I am rich. Almost as rich as your parents.”


“So? I don’t care about that.”

“Ha! Am I hearing things right? You don’t? Ar you sure you are the Malfoy I’ve known?” Pansy laughed, sounding as disgusting as how Draco remembered her laughter as being.


“Yes, I don’t.” Draco glared at Pansy before walking off.


“Imagine how Hogwarts would react if they found out that Draco, the son of the great Death Eater, was in love with Ginny Weasley, the love-sick girl beside Potter!” Pansy said loudly.


Draco’s heart sank with a sickening thought. So, she knew.
“So what if I had? Is that not right? Pansy, you should do your research properly before sticking yourself like a glue to me.” Draco stared at her, almost daring her to continue. Pansy shrank under Draco’s anger, but when she replied, her voice was filled with determination, not to mention anger.


“How dare you! Imagine what Lucius will say. Imagine what will the rest of the school will say.”


“If you dare to tell the school, you must then prepared to suffer. If you dared to, I repeat, perhaps you might like a month’s stay in the hospital wing,” Draco threatened.


“Oh Drakie darling. Of course I won’t tell the school,” Pansy said sweetly. “But I will tell Uncle Lucius,” she added with an evil grin. With that, she walked over to the Owlery, obviously trying to send a letter to Lucius Malfoy.


Draco didn’t care. He didn’t care if he was dishonoring the Malfoy’s honor. He didn’t care if his father was pissed off. He didn’t care if he could have lost the Malfoy’s fortune because of what Pansy said. All he cared about was Ginny’s safety. He went back to his dorm, to change and to plan on how he could go to visit Ginny unnoticed.


*****

Ginny’s head was hurting so much. That Joshua guy had sent a bludger flying to her while she was concentrating on tailing Malfoy. She had broken her arm and had to stay in the Hospital Wing for 4 days. The rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch team sent her to the Wing and they were worried. Ginny was apologetic for causing them to lose the match, but Angelina had blamed Austin and Nicholas, the Gryffindor’s beaters for the loss of their first match.


“Ginny,” Angelina said, “If Austin and Nicholas had managed to notice the bludger, we wouldn’t have lost. Beside, Slytherin was in the lead 50 points. It was very, very hard to catch up already.”

But nothing Angelina said could lessen the pain and regret she had felt. The thing that helped came at night, when Ginny was still up doing the work Colin brought.


She promised Madam Pomfrey that she would not stay up too late. She was almost drifting to sleep when an owl came. She had seen it before. Pix, it was called. It was not the owl’s name that was strange. It was the owl’s presence. It belonged to Draco Malfoy, the guy that started Ginny’s agony of losing the match. Why was the evil person sending her an owl? Ginny took off the letter from the owl’s leg and it flew off.

Ginny,
This is Draco. Get well soon. I didn’t mean to win that match but the Gryffindors wanted me to, so that you could get to the wing. Hope you are well.
Draco

Ginny could hardly believe what she was seeing. Draco Malfoy wrote a letter to explain things? She could hardly think straight as the sleepiness overwhelmed her. She drifted to sleep, clutching onto Draco’s letter.


****


“That does it!” Draco muttered when Pix flew back, letter gone. It had taken Draco great determination and great willfulness to write that letter to Ginny. He finally did it and now Ginny had read it. Maybe, maybe, maybe Ginny might forgive him? Be slightly friendly towards him? How Draco hoped, as he fall into a deep sleep, dreaming about Ginny and unaware of what was in store for him the next day...