(AN: This may or may not have some angst in it. P.S.- Thank you so much for 300 views!)
The week after Prim had received the anonymous poem, the roles for that year's Slytherin Quidditch team were revealed. Marcus Flint earned the role of chaser, as well as Adrian Pucey and Aidan Paige, Miles Bletchley earned the role as keeper, Draco is the new seeker and, the new beaters are Prim and Derrick Hardgreevs.
Once Marcus was done announcing everyone's positions, the entire team had went into their respective locker rooms and began to change into their Quidditch uniforms. When everyone was done changing they had begun to make their way on to the Quidditch field. However, on the route they had made in an encounter with the entire Gryffindor Quidditch team. And to the Gryffindors surprise, the Slytherin team were in their Quidditch uniforms.
"Where do you think you're going Flint?" Oliver Wood asked as the opposing teams stopped in their tracks.
"Quidditch practice." Marcus replied.
"I booked the field for Gryffindor today." said Oliver.
"Easy Wood, I've got a note." Marcus said as he passed Oliver a small parchment note, Hermione and Ron walked over towards Harry.
" 'I Professor S. Snape, here by give the Slytherin team permission to use the Quidditch field today to train their new seeker and beater.'. You've got a new seeker and beater? Who are they?"
The three chasers moved out of the way revealing Draco and Prim, the two of them stepped forward to the front of the group.
"Malfoy, Prim?!"Harry said in shock, Prim nodded her head 'yes'.
"That's right. And that's not all that's new this year." Draco said as he showed off his Nimbus 2001.
"Those are Nimbus 2001's, how'd you get them?!" said Ron.
"They were a gift from Draco's father." Prim mumbled.
"Y'see Weasley, unlike some, my family can afford the best." Draco said smirking.
"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in, they got in on pure talent." Hermione said confidently.
"No one asked for your opinion. You filthy little mud-blood." said Draco.
As soon as the last few syllables of Draco's sentence left his mouth, the only thing you could see in Prim's eyes were pure rage. A rage that spread through her whole body like a forest fire. Something small at first, but grows to be something much, much bigger. She tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around with a smile as though he actually did something good.
"You'll pay for that one Malfoy, eat slug-!" Ron was interrupted by Prim slapping Draco on the cheek. After the word 'slug' had left Ron's mouth, he flew backwards and his face became vomit green.
Draco looked back at Prim with a glare, however she had returned the favor since her had left Draco's cheek. Even though Prim didn't say it, he knew what she would've said by the expression on her face.
'Don't you ever call Hermione that name again. And if you do, you'll go through a living hell.'
In the end, Slytherin had won the Quidditch field for practice. No words whatsoever were exchanged between Draco and Primrose, except for the occasional glare at one another. At the end of practice, Marcus had complimented Prim on her first day of playing as beater.
After everyone had changed back into their casual-wear, they went back to the Slytherin Common Room. And now Primrose and Draco found themselves on opposite ends of the fire place that they would share their hopes and dreams, fears and events they would dread, everything, every night, arguing.
"What the hell was that for?!" Draco exclaimed as his fingertips grazed over his cheek.
"Oh don't be so dramatic, I was just giving you what you had deserved! And that wasn't even full force either..." Prim said crossing her arms over her chest.
"What did I do to deserve that?!" said Draco, Prim scoffed.
"Do you really want to know the answer?! The slur you called Hermione, who is my best friend! You know how I feel about her, I would take a cruciartus curse for her! She's like family to me Draco! I thought that I almost knew you like my mind, but your actions had proved otherwise!" Prim said as tears began to prick at the corners of her eyes.
"And while we're on the topic of actions, the only reason why I'm a beater is because of my decisions! I wanted to audition as seeker, but I knew that it would make you happy if you were in that role instead. So, I put your happiness before my own, took my role as beater, so that you could be happy. Do I want to continue to play as beater and am I happy playing as one? Yes, yes I am! But how much happier would I have been if I got to play as seeker? Very!"
At this point tears were flowing down Prim's face, she gave him one final glare before going up to the girl's dorms and slamming the door with a loud bang. By the time Prim had gotten into the room, she was silently sobbing. She slid down the door and laid her head back so that it was resting against the hard wooden door.
Prim had thought that she was alone, however she was mistaken. Pansy had just walked out of the restroom and as soon as she saw Prim, a girl who you can always trust, a girl with one of the brightest smiles, and a girl with one of the kindest hearts, crying. Pansy rushed towards Primrose and crouched down to her level.
"Hey Kid...you wanna tell me what's wrong?" Pansy asked rubbing figure eights on Prim's arm.
With out looking her way Prim whispered out a 'no'.
As hours went by, Pansy had tried comfort Prim as best as she could. She gave Prim a shoulder to cry on, and told her a few jokes which made the two of them grin at the least. But by the time dinner rolled around Pansy had said that she needed to go.
"You can go along, I might just need some alone time." Prim said as she wiped a tear from her face using the sleeve of her sweatshirt.
"Are you sure?" Pansy asked with her eyebrows knitted together, Prim nodded.
"I'm sure." Prim replied.
"Okay, see you later." Pansy said as she picked up her bag.
"See you later." Prim replied with sort of a half smile.
Pansy grabbed the door knob and silently closed in on her way out. Once she was out of the room, Prim's smile slowly began to fade into an almost emotion-less expression. Prim began to zone-out and think about all of the memories she had made with him. Every memory that the two of them had made together went through her head like a movie put in fast forward.
Slowly, sadness was the only thing that she could feel.
Slowly, tears began to prick at the corners of her heterochromic eyes.
Slowly, tears began to flow down her olive cheeks.
Slowly, she had begun to cry a puddle.
Slowly, that puddle had become a bucket.
Slowly, that bucket had turned into a river.
Slowly, the drip that created the river ended.
She had no more tears left to cry, she was numb.
She had become so numb that she didn't realize a purple orchid on her desk that wasn't there when the day had started.
Once everyone came back from dinner, they had gotten into their sleepwear and went to bed for the night. Prim looked over to her nightstand and saw that now would be the time where the two of them would talk. She walked towards the door, her hand was less than a few centimetres away from it's handle, but she stopped all of the sudden.
'No. This time he deserves it. I'm not going to say anything to him just yet.'
Draco's p.o.v :
I walked up to the girl's dorm to try to speak to Prim or at least ask Pansy for some advice on the subject. I was about to knock on the door, but stopped before my knuckles hit the hard wood. I sighed.
"If I were to even knock for her, Primrose wouldn't even open the door."
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