Soulbound to My Enemy · Y/n story by @hollyavery

The late afternoon air over the Quidditch pitch was crisp, carrying the distant shouts of the Ravenclaw versus Hufflepuff match. The stands were sparsely populated, most of the school having better things to do the day before Valentine’s.

Hermione Granger

Hufflepuff’s defensive formation is actually quite sound. They’re using a modified Hawkshead Attacking Formation as a defensive structure. It’s innovative.

Ron Weasley

Blimey, Hermione, it’s a friendly. Who cares about formations? Smith just got whacked in the head with a Bludger! He snickered.

Ginny Weasley

He’s fine. His ego’s more bruised than his skull. Look at Chang, though—she’s flying like she’s got a fire under her broom.

Harry Potter

She’s good. Always has been.

A familiar, drawling voice cut through the chatter from the stairs below your row.

Draco Malfoy

Well, if it isn’t the Weasel King’s court. Slumming it to watch the also-ran houses? Couldn’t get tickets to a real match?

Draco Malfoy stood a few steps down, flanked by Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson. He was smirking, his pale eyes sweeping over your group with contempt.

Blaise Zabini

Let it go, Draco. The view’s terrible from here anyway.

Pansy Parkinson

Ugh, it reeks of cheap wool and moral superiority. Can we move?

Draco Malfoy

In a moment, Pansy. I’m just admiring the dedication. Potty, the Mudblood, the blood traitor, the Weasel… and the quiet little shadow. What’s the matter, Y/n? Cat got your tongue, or are you just too busy taking notes on how to be a bore?