The next morning you pulled on your uniform after showering and did your hair in twin braids. You were thinking how proud you were of yourself because you had woken early. You were happy because Snape wouldn't have to yell at you this morning. Then you remembered what day it was. Monday. There was a Quidditch game today. How could I forget? you thought guiltily. Your heart sank as you and your friends walked out of the castle and into the Quidditch arena. Everyone around you was talking excitedly about the years first match, Slytherin Vs. Gryffindor. They thought it was going to be exciting seeing how the Slytherin House and the Gryffindor House loathed eachother. You took your seat in the stands, anxiously watching the field. "Welcome to the first match of the year! Today Hogwarts presents Slytherin Vs. Gryffindor!" Lee Jordan announced, and a flurry of green robes burst out of one corner and red robes out of another. The crowd went wild, some applauding and booing at the same time. The two teams flew around for a while, some showing off and some just hanging in the air. You soon spotted Draco up above, intently glaring at someone. A gray haired woman with hawk eyes whistled and motioned to the teams. They flew down and the crowd grew quiet as she began to say something to both teams. Then you saw Draco step forward and shake Oliver Woods hand. Even from far away, you could see the way he glared at him. The woman held up two quafles, and the teams mounted their brooms. She threw them up into the air, screeching, "Let the game begin!"
The two teams shot into the air, gathering dust around the arena. But practically none of them shot up like Harry did. There was a loud roar and a flurry of green smoke as he sped into the air on his Firebolt. Both teams fought for control of the quafles, but both teams seekers were off doing something else. Draco and Harry seemed to be playing dirty with eachother; doing flips, racing, and trying to hit eachother. There was no sign of the Snitch, but the two speedy Seekers raced around like there was no tomorrow, shrouding up dust and dirt where ever they passed. You saw Draco elbow Harry for no reason, and Harry's soft face turned angry. He sped over to Fred and George Weasley, and hung there for a second, seemingly saying something to them. Then Harry sped away, flying over Draco to smack him over the top of his head, but Draco ducked and sneered at him.
The two teams hadnt scored yet. It was practically chaos as the Quidditch teams played hard, both of them unable to shake the other. Quafles passed around, shooting from one direction to another. Lee Jordan was on a frenzy, announcing one thing to another, and changing focus.
"And Angelina passes to Katie... Katie goes for the shot... she makes it-No! Marcus Flint reflects it!"
The crowd around you was cheering so loudly you couldn't hear right. You made sure you kept your eye on Draco, though. As you watched him and studied his face from afar, you could see he seemed distracted. As if he were thinking about something else, not the game. Suddenly you spotted a bludger speeding towards Draco. He looked up and moved to the side slightly, and it grazed his right leg. You saw Harry shout something from his broom to Draco, but he just gave him the finger.
Finally Gryffindor scored, possibly because Slytherin was distracted. It seemed as if the whole Slytherin team was cowering against Gryffindor. Fred and George, the mischievous Weasley twins, always beat the quafles and bludgers at the Slytherin players - particualry Malfoy. It seemed like Gryffindor's focus this game was to hit the players; not the goal. You were shocked. It wasn't like Gryffindor to play dirty. The Slytherins booed protests from the stands as the beaters caught every quafle, shooting it at the Slytherin team.
"Gryffindor's in the lead, with 0-10!" Lee Jordan shouted into the microphone.
Suddenly Draco, who had been hanging in the air, made a sickening dive towards the ground. You watched in horror as he flew downwards, one of his hands extended, reaching for something - the Snitch. Harry caught on and followed Draco, easily catching up. "Looks like Slytherin's Seeker Malfoy spotted the Snitch with Potter hot on his trail!" Jordan announced excitedly. Harry and Draco suddenly pulled out of the dive, both of them arm-to-arm. They shot into the air, both of them with an arm reaching for the Snitch. Draco had a little difficulty though. The twins saw him shooting for the Snitch so they shot quafles his way, attempting to throw him off Harry. Draco swerved, trying to dodge them and catch the Snitch at the same time. Your heart skipped a beat each time a quafle shot Draco's way. You heard Whitney screaming her lungs out.
"GRYFFINDORS PLAYING DIRTY!!" she screeched.
The Gryffindor crowd actually kept quiet, fazed by the way their team was playing; usually the Slytherin's were the ones playing dirty.
Out of the corner of your eye you saw Snape with and angry look plastered on his face(not that he has any other look... o.O), and you noticed a handsome man who had the same ice blue eyes as Draco. It was obviously Draco's father. He had his long blonde hair in a perfect ponytail; and a look on his face that gave you the feeling he wasn't as pleasant as he looked. But something else on his face made you angry. His face was completely emotionless; like he could care less that Draco was in danger of being hurt. Bloody bastard.
Harry and Draco were still going at it, shooting in all directions, both shaking off one another but then catching up. For twenty more minutes the game remained the same; both team's Seekers fighting to get the Snitch and both teams fighting for control over the quafles. The crowd's eyes bounced back and forth. Suddenly a speeding quafle hit one of the Slytherin team's players, knocking him off his broom. He went swirveling through the air as everyone gasped. He hit the floor unconscious. Slytherins booed from the stands and screeched, "FOUL!!" You clenched your fists and watched anxiously as Harry and Draco continued pursue for the Snitch. Green smoke hazed everywhere Harry went; with Draco hot on his trail. A bludger followed Draco blindly, and he didn't take notice. To your horror, it collided with the side of Draco's body, hitting him smack in the ribs. You saw him shrivel up but he didn't let go of the broom. Tears threatened to spill out of your eyes as you watched Draco's attempt to keep going. He played fairly well even after taking the hit, but you saw the way his face scrunched up every few minutes. Draco suddenly leaned forward, and sped past Harry. One of Draco's fingers touched the Snitch and the audience gasped. Then Harry pushed forward, his hand extending towards the Snitch again. Draco noticed him and elbowed him. They both drew back and you heard Harry shout something, and Draco shouted back. Right in the middle of the game they had stopped to quarrel. "Damnit, Draco you idiot! What are you doing? You let the Snitch get away!" you yelled. He didn't hear you. Just then you saw the bludger. Everything that was functioning in your body seemed to have stopped as you saw it make it's way towards Draco at a sickening speed.
And, just like in your dream, Draco was too distracted. A flurry of screams came from all directions. "DRACO!!" you screeched. He didn't hear you. Harry saw it too, and shouted.
"MALFOY, LOOK OUT!"
Draco looked up too late. The bludger hit him smack in the chest were his heart was. Everything seemed to be going in slow-motion. Harry suddenly zoomed away, catching the Snitch a few seconds later. Draco fell through the air and Harry dived, attempting to catch him. Unfortunately, he was a little too late. Lee Jordan announced Gryffindor victory, and Everyone shouted cries of horror and victory. Draco's body hit the ground, the dust scattering around him. You pushed past the crowds, making your way off the platform and made a mad dash towards Draco's unconscious body. You were the first to get to him. People behind you stumbled over to see if he was okay, Whitney among them. You shook him. "Get up. Draco. Get up," you said calmly, but the tears stung your eyes. Pansy Parkinson came bustling through the crowd that was forming around Draco. She took one look and tears filled her eyes. She started sobbing. "OH MERLIN! HE'S DEAD! DRACO'S DEAD!!" she shrieked, startling many people. Infuriated, you got up from Draco's side and went over to her. You punched her square in the jaw, and she fell unconscious to the ground. "He's not dead," You said to the people now staring at you. You suddenly looked over to the stands where you saw Draco's father getting up to leave. "YOU!" you screeched. He turned and looked at you from afar. "GET YOUR PROUD PURE-BLOODED RICH ASS OVER HERE AND SEE IF YOUR DAMN SON IS OKAY!!" you demanded, pointing at Draco. You saw the look on his face and you suddenly wished you hadn't said that. He gave you a look of disgust and walked off. Dumbledore and the other professors came rushing over, concerned. Why didn't Dumbledore save him!? you thought suddenly. Dumbledore had Madam Pomfrey(who was surprisingly out of the Hospital Wing) put the brusied and dirt-covered Draco on a stretcher. You watched as they carried him away to the Hospital Wing.
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