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Light and Darkness Competition - Round 3
A Dream
"You have to dream before your dreams come true."
He had heard those words so many times before but he was not entirely sure he could even dare to dream of his desire. His dream was once that he doubted would ever come true.
He had dreamt of it many times before though, but a mixture of Slytherin pride and the fact that they were captains of their respective house Quidditch teams. He is a Gryffindor, the one he dreamt about was a Gryffindor. They were natural rivals for as long as anyone could remember. He could still remember teasing and taunting Oliver when they had both been in First Year. He doubted Oliver would eve forgive him for that, especially as he could still clearly remember the hatred that had filled, and often still filled, Oliver's eyes every time Oliver saw him.
They kicked off the ground harshly. He clung tightly to his broom as he shot upwards quickly and only stopped when the grass turned a strange medium spring green colour. He dropped a couple of feet before the whistle blew, making sure he caught the quaffle in his hands with practiced ease that told of years of experience.
The Gryffindor Head of House, Professor McGonagall, was once again attempting to convince Lee Jordan, their current commentator, to be unbiased in his commentating and was failing spectacularly. It was almost a given that McGonagall's attempts were in vain, Lee Jordan was a Gryffindor and they were Slytherins.
The Slytherin chasers passed the quaffle easily, dodging the Gryffindor players as they made their way towards the Gryffindor goal posts. He was about to through the quaffle that would almost certainly have gained them ten points, when he caught sight of those eyes that had turned almost a lemonade shade as the sun shone on them. Those eyes were focused on him, on the quaffle within his hands. His concentration slipped and the quaffle made it nowhere near the goal posts as Oliver caught the quaffle without a second thought.
Oliver's eyes widened in shock at his error and he could almost feel his own react similarly. He did not know if he imagined it or not, but as he passed he heard the softly whispered words that sounded something like, "Why? Just tell me," in an eerie replication of Oliver's words when they had both been in First Year and he had still teased him for no reason.
He shook his head to both clear it off his previous thoughts and wave away his team mates' questioning gazes. He barely noticed as Draco followed Potter on the first of many dives to catch the snitch.
Sometimes he really wished that it had only been one of the Weasley Twins' joking pills that he had unknowingly consumed while arriving in his current situation. He had seen something suspiciously yellow near his food a week ago.
It was no possible though. These emotions had not suddenly sprung up last week but had been slowly building for years before the thought of creating joke products had even entered the twins' minds.