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Entry 3 ~ 

A Snake and a Lion…

It’s Thursday, and you (Clarrise Scamander), are very excited for the Gryffindor vs. Slytherin game on Saturday. Soo… you know that if you aren’t at the Gryffindor practice after class today, the twins will never shut up about it. You can already imagine what they would say… 

“C’mon Scamander, you really let us down today when we didn’t see you at practice…” George would say

”We were absolutely distraught when we didn’t see you today…” Fred would say, looking down at you with his big puppy eyes, frowning.

”Well, since you weren’t there… how are you going to make it up to us? Especially Freddie here, he was oh so sad that you weren’t there.” George would say, inching closer to you until you bumped into a wall. Practically cornered by these giants. 

”Well-“ you try to think of something to win them over

Fred starts moving the hair out of your face, slowly, purposefully. Then lifts your chin up with two fingers so that you’re finally making eye contact. 

“How about I take you guys out for a b-butter beer? On me.” You try to say, the words barely escaping out of your mouth. You look up at them, smiling. Slightly worried because whatever they were thinking was bad… 

“How about you be good for us and-“

~

”CLARRISE!!” 

You turn around and Hermione is running up to you in a panic.

”The Gryffindor coach isn’t at practice yet and Slytherin is trying to take the field for themselves. Saying that because no one has the schedule they should practice! But I knew you would have one, so I ran over here as quickly as I could.” Hermione said, already looking through your bags trying to find the schedule herself. 

“Here!” You say, knowing where you put it. 

~ 

By the time you and Hermione make it to the field, Harry and Draco are already arguing. Looking too close for comfort.

”I have it!” You yell, waving around the schedule. You run up to them to talk some sense into them.

”Gryffindor is supposed to practice today, you guys have the field all day tomorrow…” You say out of breath, finally looking up. And you see Harry’s smirk plastered across his face. You look to the other side and,  oh wow… Draco is like 2 inches from your face. He’s red with anger, looking at you intensely. Then he calms down, stands up straight, and exhales through his nose. 

“I guess we are not practicing today boys…” He turns to tell his team.

”… you’ll regret trying to take us off this field, Scamander.” He tries to tell you in a mean and disapproving voice, but you know better. You can see it all over his face that he was impressed with you, only slightly though. But it does amuse him how red and sweaty you are from running back and forth. He chuckles and runs along with his team back to the castle. And you watch, slightly perplexed at why he suddenly is being so… forgiving? To you this year. Although he never insulted you in public, like he did with everyone else, he still was never kind. You were Harry Potter's friend, the one thing he wanted to be most of all.

”Thanks for saving our hides, love!” Fred exclaimed 

“We would be kicked off this field if it weren’t for you!” George playfully said as he poked at your sides.

”Oh it was nothing, but don’t let them fool you guys. We have to practice hard for Saturday!” You say in anticipation of the big game.

~

Thank god practice is finally over! You hop on Hermione's bed next to her.

”I am sooo hungry…” You say out loud while giving her a knowing look.

”… ugh fiiine. But we have to be quick!” She exclaimed as she threw a pillow on your face.

”Race you there!” You say, running along the staircase. Quiet as a mouse, you always had light feet so not getting caught was easy.

~ 

Next thing you know, you are opening the door and you bump into someone… Thinking you got caught you stand up to apologize.

”I’m so sorr- … Draco?!” You quietly exclame. Because of course Draco was at the kitchens the same time as you.

”Well, aren't I a lucky boy…” He says sarcastically, inching closer. Causing you to bump into the door. And he locks it… oh my god.  

“I really did mean it when I said I was lucky. Who doesn’t want to see a pretty girl like Clarrise Scamander, all alone, at night…” He’s now hovering over you, towering and almost demanding.

”Hermiones coming too she jus-“

”No need to talk about Granger.” He says bitterly.

”…”

”Wear my jersey Saturday.” He said commanding

”What? Why would I?” You ask genuinely puzzled

”Just do it Scamander.” Draco said

”okay…” you said meekly, understanding now.

He finally sees the tiny night shorts you're wearing.

”How cute.” He remarked, letting his finger wander and lift up the shorts to see the underwear you're wearing. 

“Oh, and there are chocolate puddings in the back fridge…” He says with a smile on his face, while looking back at you. Slightly flushed and eyes wide.

He finally leaves and walks past Hermione on the way out.

“Draco was in here?” She says as she’s wandering in the kitchen.

”By chance I suppose.” You say while biting your lip, trying in vain to hide a smile.

”Did he say something to you?” She says while scanning your face.

”Nothing. Just- there are chocolate puddings in the back fridge!” You say, trying to hide the fact that Draco Malfoy just took a peek at your underwear.

”Well… let's go get them then!” She says hesitantly, knowing that you’re hiding something from her.

~

The rest of the night went just fine, you guys ate pudding cups and held your stomachs because that much sugar is good for no one. You guys went back to your respective rooms, Hermione knowing something is up with you and Malfoy. And you, laying down on bed, with a knot growing in the bottom of your abdomen. Not knowing if you should betray Draco and wear Ron’s jersey, as you normally do, or actually go through with it and wear his. But, if you wear his then all you have to match the green and black theme is a tiny miniskirt. 

That is when you think of the name, Regina Burke. Another pureblood family, a daughter of Slytherin, always said to be one of the kindest members of Slytherin. So, with a heavy heart you knock at the entrance of the Slytherin dorm, a first year student opens it and asks who you’re here to see.

”I’m here to see Regina Burke.” You say confidently 

“Very well.” The first year says, guiding you to her room. 

You knock, she opens the door.

”Hold on, let me guess. Hufflepuff, beautiful, pygmypuff fur, ah. You are Clarrise Scamander.” She said knowingly

”Yes, how did you guess?” You ask quizzically 

“People say you are beautiful, but that your pet pygmypuff is a real piece of work.” She chuckles as she responds, she gestures for you to go into her room.

”Now what are you here for?” She asks as she’s gesturing for you to sit beside her on the bed.

”Well I’m going to the game on Saturday and I was wondering if I could borrow some clothes to match my jersey that I’m wearing tomorrow.” You say reluctantly, already knowing what she’s going to say next.

”Yes, of course you can borrow something. But- I thought you were childhood friends with the Weasley’s, aren’t they on team Gryffindor?” She asks while digging through her closet.

”Yes, well, someone asked me to wear their jersey. And well, why not… you know?” You try to say, attempting not to sound like a push over or a girl lovesick.

”Yeah, I understand. Typical Hufflepuff behavior.” She says chuckling to herself, and you chuckle too, laying down on her bed now staring at the ceiling. 

“Here, this should work.” She hands you over a pair of black and green striped stockings, a scarf, a headband, and a black long sleeve to wear under the jersey.

”So who are you going to wear on Saturday?” She asked with a grin on her face.

”You’ll find out when you see me in the stands.” You say, trying to avoid the question.

”Thank you for the clothes! I’ll try to find you on Saturday in the stands!” You say waving goodbye. She smiles and waves back.

As you are putting the clothes in a bag, you get pulled away before you could even exit the dorm's common room.

”Hey!” You say begrudgingly 

“The first year said you were here, but… I just had to see for myself I suppose.” You look up, and yes. It is Draco, smiling down at you. He sees what’s in your bag and chuckles.

”So you really will wear my Jersey Saturday won't you?” He says looking into your eyes, brushing the wavy brown hair out of your face. 

“I told you I would, I don’t go back on my word.” You respond to him, looking back up at him. Staring into his grey eyes, you never really did notice how truly grey they were, almost a sparkling silver when looking at you.

”Well, let me give you the jersey now.” He says as he quietly drags you up to his dorm.

It’s cold in there, you stand by the door. Just waiting for him, watching him. He’s just wearing a plain shirt and jeans, but… you don’t know if anyone’s ever looked this good before. You can see his muscles through the slightly to small shirt, poking out. His biceps, his shoulders. God what are you thinking, this is Draco. Just Draco, just… handsome, and strong Draco.

He looks back and sees you staring. He takes pleasure in it, a slight smirk forming at the sides of his mouth.

”Here we are…” he says about to hand it over to you.

”Thanks.” You reach out for it. 

But he pulls it away and grabs you, pulling you forward towards him. Looking down at you, his silver hair framing his eyes beautifully. You feel his chest rise and fall against yours. You look down and, oh god. You aren’t wearing a bra and you’re in a cold room pressed up against a boy. He feels you, looks down and smirks. 

“… When Slytherin wins the game, you will come back here for the after party. I wouldn’t want to see anyone else.” He says, still looking down at your chest. 

You nod. And he lets go of you, guides you out of the common room by placing his hand on your lower back.

But yk, who else would do it? Harry and Ginny. LIKE, I can't stop thinking about this gang, like harry and ginny would slay, and then proceed to not get arrested cause chosen one and famous quidditch player priviledges

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