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She sat in the Slytherin section that chilly afternoon. Of course she sat in the Slytherin section; she was probably more Slytherin than the rest of the crowd sitting beside her. She had a silver and green scarf pulled tightly around her neck. Her eyes never left him. Chasers would score, the crowd would stand and scream and yell and cheer. Pansy stayed seated, watching, waiting. Her green eyes glued to his every movement.
Potter zoomed by, seeking the golden ball. Draco just waited. He hovered in the air, watching, waiting. He searched for the prize. His eyes darted to the stands, meeting hers with a smirk. His eyes wandered around the pitch. A glint of golden, a blur of white. He charged forward on his broom, racing towards it. Unfortunately, his actions only mimicked those of a bludger, which hit him square on the forehead. His eyes rolled back and everything was black.
"Draco!" She shrieked, rubbing his cold cheek. "Draco, you know it's not wise to sleep after you've hit your head." He just frowned, squeezing his eyes shut harder. She put her hand in his, clutching it softly. He opened his eyes a crack and looked into hers. And so the real prize wound up in his hands after all.
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