Ethereal Whisper

Disclaimer: I simply don't own Harry Potter. Nonetheless, the only thing I would say I own is my characters added to this fictitious story. That's it!

Summary: The wind, the element we always encounter and the eyes before written history. Time has come to reveal their existence to two people with afar perception. Is it also the time to realize what they truly feel for one another?

Chapter 2 – Unknown Bruises

Hastily, he ran down to the stairs. He was already showered with his sweat. He was sure to be found sprinting down the hall, straight to the field. Then he halted. He was having a hard time catching up his breath. He's already there, the Quidditch Pitch.

"MALFOY!" Somebody shouted so loud as if there's a microphone stuck-up in her throat. "You're an hour late! Do you think you can beat that Potter without having your training!"

"You don't have to shout that loud to call my name, you know!" Draco said sarcastically. "And besides, I already knew I was an hour late. And who told you I was chickening out from Potter? Surely, you still don't know how to respect the 'Captain', don't you?" Draco beamingly smiled upon saying the word 'Captain', thus, pertaining to him.

Draco had become the Slytherin Captain for Quidditch since his 5th Year in Hogwarts. He never missed any training sessions every Saturday, though he always came late. It was as if it's his whole life. The Quidditch Pitch is his home. If it was possible, he would have made the training two days or three days a week. It irritates him so much that the rest of the houses train for Quidditch even if they're no match against Slytherin. But it didn't bother him so much now since his mind is all focused with his broom.

"Off with my broom then…" He said impatiently as he hurriedly hopped on his broomstick and rose up in air. "Oi… Release the SNITCH! C'mon hurry up!" He blurted to the person holding the box of Quidditch Equipments. "Y-Yes, coming…" the brown haired first year mumbled in fear.

"Aren't you supposed to release the ball now? And what's with all that shaking? That's not helping out at all! Cut it OFF and give the SNITCH to me… NOW!" He demanded furiously as he can no longer wait to get a hold of the snitch.

At last, the ball was released. Upon seeing the snitch rise up in mid-air, Draco's broomstick rushed speedily following the snitch. All the other trainees are in great astonishment with Draco's performance that day. He was never as eager as that before. And, he was never found to have a bit of smile on his face. In all direction, Draco tried to keep up with the snitch. And as he tried to keep up with the snitch, all the other people from below him tried to catch up with his movement as well. He was found swirling and circling around the Quidditch Pitch like a roaring eagle catching his prey from above. When the snitch dives, he dives-in as well.

"What the heck happened to that Malfoy?" A fifth year asked curiously to the others beside him. "That, I do not know." Another fifth year answered in wide open mouth. He still can't believe that Draco's aura changed so differently. As if an unknown enchantment has captivated Draco.

Draco's broomstick lowered down to the grounds. "You two." Draco pointed onto the two fifth year player. The two fifth years gawkily glared at each other.

"Us?" one of them blurted out.

"Yes the two of you. Who else would I be talking to? There's no one else in here other than you two. You don't think I was pointing out to those craps over there, right? I'm not stupid to stop in front of you just to call out those freaks that are kilometers away from here. I should've stopped in front of them if I intend to call them out, GET- MY-POINT?" Draco chided them with their stupidity.

"Y-Yes O-Of C-Course…" The two answered in unison.

"Well then…" Draco said beginning his first part. "I want you two to call out the other players, I have something important to announce. I'm feeling a bit fatigued. I'm tired to go there, you know." Draco said while falling unto his tired feet, smirking from behind. The two fifth years have met their eyebrows in confusion.

"Well, what else are you two doing here? Call them now!" The Two fifth years promptly got on their broomsticks to call the other players.

"OH WAIT!" Draco had signaled them to stop for he had forgotten to say something. Slowly, the two hopped off from their broomsticks. "Tell the others that I have an announcement WITHOUT using your broomsticks. They're kilometers away, that'll be a good warm-up for the both of you."

Though confused and angry, the two started to run. Frightened of being shouted and punished by Draco, they just obeyed it and headed towards the others who were a kilometers away from their location.

-Draco's POV-

No way. It's already 2 o' clock. Damn it! Got to hurry up… God, I'm an hour late.

At last… Quidditch Pitch! It feels so good when I'm in the field. But still… I'm an hour late and Snape's gonna kill me. I've been late for 99 times since I was held captain and with this one, I'm making it a hundred.

"MALFOY!"

What the? Who the heck is that? Had that person swallowed a microphone? She sure does shout so loud.

"You're an hour late! Do you think you can beat that Potter without having your training!"

"You don't have to shout that loud to call my name, you know!"

Damn her! Who the heck does she think she is?

"And besides, I already knew I was an hour late. And who told you I was chickening out with Potter? Surely, you still don't know how to respect the Captain, don't you?"

Still no manners. I wonder why she was still here. She's a nobody! She doesn't even belong with the line-up of players of the Slytherin Team. That silly Pansy Parkinson. Why does she keep on bothering me? 'Tsk!' Oh well, enough of her today. It's Saturday and I'm feeling so good, it's as if it's a month ago since I've last played. If it wasn't because of the damn schedule wherein other houses need to train Quidditch as well, Slytherin would have much longer training then. They're still no match for us, though. No match. Even if they train so hard, their firm training won't pave off, we're still going to win. Enough thinking, better start my day right.

On board with my broom and off I go!

I flew up in the air breathing in every bit of the breeze. It's an awesome feeling. Something I've least felt lately.

It's no use having training like this. There's no intensity! Well, look what we've got here. The solution to my Problem!

"Oi… Release the SNITCH! C'mon hurry up!"

This'll be a fun training, real fun… What's taking him so long? That's why I hate beginners. They're so slow and STUPID!

The snitch flew off, right in front of my face…

There goes the snitch. I'm gonna catch it far better than that Potter, far faster than he does. Next time we meet I'll crush him, beat him and I'll give him a hard time catching the snitch. And when that happens, I'll be more famous than Potter!

I've got it! I have the snitch in my hand…

Gotcha! See what I mean? What can you say now Potter!

What the? I guess I need to stop this for a moment.

I told myself as I was lowering my broomstick that I needed a time off. I don't know what's happening but all I know I was tired too soon. I mean, I was already exhausted.

Oh shit! I forgot. I have an announcement to make.

I guess I really need to lower my broom now. I was in great astonishment upon seeing pink linings that seemed to be like wounds… But I didn't remember bumping into anything to make me feel this pain. I don't know if I could ever ride in this situation… What do I do? I have to make that announcement but I'm not going to make it…

Saved By the fifth years!

"You two..."

"Us?" Are they really that dumb?

"Yes the two of you. Who else would I be talking to? There's no one else in here rather than you two. You don't think I'm pointing those craps over there, right? I'm not stupid to stop in front of you and call out those freaks that are kilometers away from here. I should've stopped in front of them if I intend to call them out, GET- MY-POINT?"

Are these two stupid or what? There's nobody in here except them and… ME! The others are far for me to call out. Hypocrites!

"Y-Yes O-Of C-Course…" They answered as if they've seen a ghost or something.

"I want you two to call out the other players, I have something important to announce. I'm feeling a bit fatigued. I'm too tired to go there, you know."

Surely, I'm indeed tired. And it's no joke. So what the hell are they doing staring at me? Don't they think they should be going off by now?

"Well, what else are you two doing here? Call them now!" I shouted, yet again.

What if I… Play a trick on them? I don't always I get to play on fifth years and besides they would benefit from this one, I think…

"Tell the others that I have an announcement WITHOUT using your broomsticks. They're kilometers away, that'll be a good warm-up for the both of you."

I said that correctly. It's indeed a good exercise. But I'm sure they're a bit pissed off.

Ouch! I really don't understand this. What the? Bruises? Where the hell did I get these bruises? Just a while ago I didn't have these and now it's all showing off. It's a perfect lined bruises done by something sharp like a razor or something. And there's so many of them. Where the heck did I get these? I have no idea where these came from.

No idea. ..

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A/N: Whew! Ended another chapter... Hope you guys find it interesting to read although I'm not yet getting into the point, well you know... hehehe... sighs I hope I did it right this time... anyway, I added a few characters of my own and named it 'cause I needed a little back-up... ahahaha... few mysteries are now unfolding... so till the next chapter! More mysteries would pop-out...! READ AND REVIEW!