European rolling hills seemed to extend forever on the horizon. The sun's rays fanned out just as far behind the endless range. The sky was decorated with all sorts of coral and crimson tints, seeping through the thin clouds. With the soft breeze in the air, the landscape would be nothing short of ideal to stare at. Watching the sun set is considered a beloved hobby by some, probably for right reason.
A mahogany blur soared at Lucy, nearly knocking her off her broom. The bludger succeeded in slamming into Lucy's left upper arm, shoving her off her upright position to pass. The breathtaking surroundings were quickly forgotten as Lucy struggled to gain control of her broomstick again. Glancing around her, the bludger seemed to have disappeared. Tightly gripping her beating bat in her sticky right palm, she became upright and rolled her left shoulder. The bludger must have been covered in mud because it left a large stain on the dark quidditch robe. It's a loan though, so Lucy didn't think much of it.
A Firebolt quickly joined her Nimbus 2001, "Hey lion cub, you okay?"
Draco put his arm around Lucy's shoulders, smiling. His eyes were keenly watching for any stiff movements though, knowing Lucy would put off the injury.
A scarlet tint appeared on Lucy's face. Her eyes flashed around, immediately self-conscious. She half-heartedly tried to squirm out from under his arm. As much as she enjoyed Draco's embraces, they have never done it publicly. They could only imagine the uproar that would follow it, "What're you doing Draco?"
"It's okay; this is quidditch camp. No one's going to recognize you as a Gryffindor here."
Lucy had not given that aspect of camp any thought yet. Being the third day of this summer camp, everything was just beginning. No one in her house was attending this camp; she was wary at first too but Draco pulled her over. This camp was notoriously well known for consisting of, well, cheaters. The fact that there were no house distinction here though was a much sought after gift for the young couple. It made the whole camp worth it.
"But you're still supposed to be playing as their seeker!" Lucy quietly exclaimed, motioning towards the keeper on the other side of the field. With Draco following her gaze, she surprised him with a quick peck on his cheek. She wanted to take advantage of this opener relationship too. The corners of Draco's mouth pulled up together to create a small grin. He seemed to smile a lot around her. She was his personal stress-reliever, among other things.
"I've already found my golden snitch," Draco huskily spoke, eyes on Lucy.
Lucy resisted the giggle from erupting out of her lips, "I-I didn't realize they had quidditch pick up lines!"
"Oh," Draco laughed, "Well then, I have quite a few things to tell you after practice-"
"HEY DRACO, CAN YOU MOVE? THERE'S A GRYFFINDOR NEXT TO YOU THAT I'M TRYING TO HIT!"
Marcus Flint yelled across the field, wildly waving his beaters bat in the air. His rugged, gaunty face didn't attract the ladies as much as he liked to think it did.
"Err, yeah, I'll just apparate over later tonight," Lucy whispered softly to Draco before flying away and raising her own bat in the air, "YOU WANNA' SAY THAT AGAIN FLINT? AT LEAST I REALLY AM A BEATER! LET'S SEE YOU HIT THE BLUDGER AT ME FASTER THAN I CAN SLAM YOU OFF YOUR BROOM!"
Draco sighed, smiling to himself while slightly shaking his head at Lucy. While Lucy helps keep Draco down to earth, her quick temper was just as flammable as ever.