Draco

Honestly, it broke my hearth when the girl I love said that she knew about us being mates for a year. It's just so unfair. Why couldn't I be told, I'm sure that old stag Dumbledore knew! He had no reason to not tell me. Life's just too fucked up, I thought as I law down on my bed, thinking of her.

The next morning it was a real struggle to just get out of bed. When everyone else seemed exited for today's quidditch tryout, I was a mess. Of course I want to get on the team, but I has a lot on my mind. Maybe, just maybe if I did try the team and got in, I would make Jenine pay for what she did to me. I promise. I will make her feel as bad as she made me feel. At the thought a fire started to burn inside of me at the though. I will repay her. This will be her sweet revenge, because I know she want to get on the team as much as I do, even though we have never talked about it. The though of revenge made me feel something, I did not know I could without her, pleased. The fire was warm and fuzzy, not too warm, nor too cold.

"Draco, are you okay?", I hear a worried voice ask. I turn around to look into the annoying face of Crabbe.

"I'm more than okay, I'm fine", I reply without really paying attention.

He study me for a moment and says uncertain, "You kind of look a little bit sinister".

"Good", I replied cold. Without Jenine I don't need to have a hearth, she destroyed it. I will never more be the same.

The both of them look at each other, sharing a look that says, 'he's gone mad'. I ignore them both as I walk past them to class.

The old hag McGonagall announced that tryouts was to all the teams was today, four in the afternoon. The SLytherin's were starting, then there was Hufflepuff, Griffindore and lastly Ravenclaw.

The day went as expected, Jenine did not look at me, once and I did not care either, but when she was not looking I sneak a peak or two at her. However, what I felt I could not wait to see her humiliated and as hurt as I had been, and perhaps we would be even and start again. With no hurt, humiliation or betrayal, just simple feelings.

Jenine

He didn't look at me, not even once, so I took the clue and did not look at him either. Just some small pecks now and then. I can't wait until practice. I will get on the team, even though every inch of my body hurts, especially my arching chest. He have not left me forever if I have something to say in the matter. Watching him walk away from me was probably the hardest thing I've ever endured, which says quite a lot. It also made me realize that I need him, want him. Maybe this is a lesson sent from the universe saying that I must never leave Draco. I don't wanna leave him, never. But how am I supposed to get him back when he left me because of my betrayal.

Were first, us Slytherins. I'm very exited as I walk confidently up the stairs to the Quidditch field. I remember the funny flying lessons, I also remember the fun I and Draco had when we took Neville's remembral. That was good times, when we were not fighting. We didn't even fight in the summer. everything was better back at the mansion, EVERYTHING.

I've only spoken to Luna once and she's happy she was placed into Ravenclaw. Of couse I wish she'd been placed into Slytherin, but she's nothing like that. She's nice and kind, unlike most of my friends in Slytherin, we're all bullies. I've actually not told her that pat yet, I don't want her to look at me differently than she does. She's just so kind and nice. I can never repay that. Never repay that she has been this amazing to me, I don't have it in me. I wish I did. If I had not been raised on the street I wonder if I'd still be placed in Slytherin.

The pitch is huge. I do not have a broom, so I must use a CleanSweep, but it can work. It must work!. I cannot let Draco hit the team before me and there's no way they will let two second years on the team.

"Hello, today we're going to see which of you who has what it takes to be on the best team this school has ever seen. We have three roles to fill Seeker, Beater and Chacer. I want to be a Seeker or Chacer. No way I'll become a Beater, they're well build, which I'm not. Someone like Crabbe maybe, but he's way to lazy.

None of us say anything, just stare at our team captain.

"By the way, I'm Marcus Flint", he introduced himself. He was one of those people who were your everyday bully, but no one shall bully me, no one. Then I spotted him, a bit late, Draco. He walked like he had absolutely no care in the world, which he didn't either.

"Sorry, I'm late Flint. It's just that I just spoke to father and he wanted to give a donation to the team", Draco says cunningly.

"What kind of donation?", Flint asks intrested.

"Well....as you all know my family has lots of money", oh no, here it comes. "So since we have so much and the rest of you haven't, my family is willing to give the team a gift, if I make it of couse", he says persuasion. That's not fair, of course he had to cheat, just because he was scared that I'd win. Of course I could have done the same, I mean, I do have enough money, but I'm playing quite fair and do not force myself onto the team. Flint wants to say yes, he don't want to have to use the old CleanSweep anymore.

"Anyways, the positions shall be filled and the new members can get their new broom soon", he claims.

As the fight for the position filled me, I did not try to think about Draco and his lousy methods.

Sweat and tired, I walked of the CleanSweep. Then flint started claiming who was on the team and who should go. I bet I'm not on it, but maybe a miracle was about to happen. Just maybe.

"Malfoy, Seeker", he announce. Fuck!!! Now I cannot, so I begin walking away from the field.

"We're are you going Black?", Flint asks as expected.

"To the dungeon", I answer him while I continue to walk.

"Okay, but you are Chaser", he claim. What? No way!!! I did it! Shit!!! Omg, I can't believe it. Someone comes running after me and I immidiatly know it's Draco.

"Fuck it, fuck you!", he shouts mad at me. I turn around to send him my 'go to hell glare',which he returns.

"Excuse me?", I ask madly.

"You heard it", he shouts back.

"The game is on", I declare, before I run back to make plans how to crush him. The bitch is back.