House: Gryffindor

Year: 5

Category: Drabble

Prompt: [Setting] Professional Quidditch Pitch

Word Count: 563

"WHAT?" Ginny Weasley's cry echoed through all of Diagon Alley.

"Calm down Ginny, people are watching," he hissed as the redhead Holyhead Harpies' chaser screamed her head off. "Why does it even matter that much to you?"

"Why did it have to be him? You couldn't have chosen a better companion to go and gawp at models?" she asked her older, and needless to say favourite brother.

"What do you want me to do then? Sit around and mope while my best friends and sister are having the time of their lives?" Ron sighed. "He's my friend, and he's a good one. He likes me for me, not for the Chosen One's best friend."

"I'm sorry. I'll try and get along with him. Okay?"

"Okay, because I need you to hang out with him," Ron mumbled.

"WHAT?" Ginny repeated herself for what seemed like the fiftieth time that day.

"I have a date, and I can't bail on him," Ron trailed off as he disapparated to who knows where.

"Hey ferret-face," she said as she walked towards Draco in a muggle coffee shop.

"Ah, Miss Weasley. Good to see you," he said, much to Ginny's surprise, politely. "I heard Ron had to bail on me, that wanker."

"One thing we agree on, other than our shared love for Quidditch," she said, genuinely smiling, thinking that hanging out with Malfoy wouldn't be so bad.

"How'd you know I liked Quidditch?"

"Well, I do remember you playing seeker in Hogwarts and I also heard you invested in Puddlemere United," she paused, taking a sip of her coffee. "Although I would've preferred if you invested in the Harpies."

They both laughed, forgetting their worries for a while.

"You miss flying, don't you?" she asked.

"I do," he responded with memories rushing towards him.

"Come on, I gotta show you this."

"This is amazing," Draco Malfoy said, so quietly that Ginny almost didn't hear him.

"I know."

They were at the professional Holyhead Harpies' Quidditch pitch, with the latest brooms in their hands.

This was honestly the best time he had in awhile. Flying was not how he remembered it, not all memories associated with flying were happy. Maybe it was because he was with someone who liked and understood him as Draco, not Lucius Malfoy's death eater son. He wasn't with people who forcibly made him evil and thought he was good for nothing but killing headmasters.

"You okay there, Malfoy?" Ginny asked.

"What?" he asked, still lost in his musings.

"You ignored me three times while I asked you whether you wanted to come play with the team tomorrow, so I'm going to take that as a no."

"No!" he said half-shouting. "I mean y-yes, I do want to come play, if your Scarhead boyfriend wouldn't mind his arch-enemy being there."

She laughed, throwing her head back and pulling her hair up in a ponytail.

Ron arrived half an hour later at the Quidditch pitch, a place where he knew Ginny would take Draco. They barely had anything else in common.

"I take it the date went well," Draco said since Ron was grinning ear to ear, grabbing a broom.

"It did."

"Can I know who this mystery woman is?" Ginny asked with a funny look on her face.

"Astoria Greengrass."

"This day just keeps getting better and better," she said with a sigh.