This was just floating around in my brain, so I decided to jot it down right quick*
Everyone was staring down in the middle of the pitch where curly-headed Head Girl was kneeling over the unconscious form of the Seeker who had been falling, quickly, to his doom.
Both teams were perching on their broomsticks, and Headmaster Dumbledore was trying to pull Hermione Granger away from the prone boy so that Madame Pomfrey could assess the damage.
"That was quick thinking, Ms. Granger, using that spell to stop his body from hitting the ground. From that height… it would've been a very unpleasant site, indeed. But I need you to let our wonderful nurse do her job."
She nodded absently as she stared down at her best friend, her confidant, her world.
The other Seeker glided down, hopping off his broom before he had touched down.
"What the bloody hell was he thinking?!"
Hermione whirled around on the balls of her feet, marching right up into the Quidditch player's face.
"Harry James Potter, you know exactly why he wanted to beat you so badly this time!"
"Listen 'Mione… I know we made that stupid bet, but I don't think Malfoy would really miss those Galleons."
"It wasn't about the Galleons," came the wheezing reply.
"What then, you wanted the date with Hermione to piss of Ron that much?"
"Come off it, Potty," Draco said with a groan. He was helped into a sitting position, and he glanced up, through his fringe, at the two Gryffindors and his Headmaster. "I don't care about Weaslebee. I just wanted an uninterrupted date with my girlfriend." He said the last with his trademark smirk, and opened his palm to reveal the Snitch.
The sickened moan from the ginger-haired keeper was audible, and Hermione hurriedly shouted out the spell she's used on Draco, as Ron fainted and fell from his broom.
"Yes, Miss Granger, very quick thinking indeed," the Headmaster said with a smile.
Hope you liked it! Short and sweet*