Quiditch
Flying low I managed to catch a glimpse of the snitch at the far end of the pitch, because Potter wasn't here there was no real competition, I was head of the team but also the seeker, just like last year. I had asked the team if they needed a seeker and they jumped at the chance to have me back on their team, also making me captain. Nice to know I was wanted.
The gold snitch glinted at me teasingly, no one had yet managed to notice my sudden change in course and naturally the Hufflepuff seeker wasn't even paying attention.
Suddenly that annoyingly fast golden snitch shot straight up just as I was about to catch it, yanking my broom suddenly upwards definitely got the crowd's attention at least. I could just hear the commentator's voice over the sound of the wind rushing past my ears.
"It looks like Malfoy has seen the snitch! Can Hufflepuff even try to catch up? With the score 60-10 they're only hope of winning is catching that snitch!"
Honing in on the snitch I tuned out the crowds and the commentator, my sole focus was on the golden dot that was getting closer with every second. The pitch was far below me now, if it wasn't a clear day I would have been lost.
I lost sight of the snitch! It had changed course suddenly and now it was plummeting back towards the earth. Gritting my teeth I threw myself into a Potter worthy dive. With the ground rushing towards me my nerves nearly overtook and made me pull up, but the sight of the slow Hufflepuff seeker racing to intercede the snitch kept me on course.
I heard cheering and booing as I got closer and closer to the snitch, if I didn't pull up soon I was going to hurtle straight into the ground, I had to get that snitch quickly!
In a moment of strange still clarity I saw Hermione sitting quietly in the stands. Seemingly uninterested yet her gaze solely on me as she nervously watched my dive. Everything seemed to stop as her eyes locked on mine, and I saw something there that I couldn't put words to. My heartbeat seemed to skip a beat as my name came taring from her lips, snapping me back to the present where I was about to come crashing into the ground!
I leaned out and grabbed the snitch before feverishly pulling up. I made it! I didn't crash into the ground! I through my arms into the air victorious, right before that stupid Hufflepuff seeker crashed into me and sent us both crashing into the ground, and everything went black.
Draco? Draco!
I heard her voice far off at first, like through glass or something, it brought me back to my senses, breaking the glass and bring Hermione's face into view.
"Granger?" I asked confused, what had happened? more importantly "did you just call me by my first name?" I looked up her with a hit of a smirk appearing.
"Oh shut up Malfoy, are you okay?" she asked looking me over.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." I wasn't but if I had to go to the infirmary they would surely see the recent scars that I didn't want anyone to see. My rib felt bruised or worse broken, it was where that stupid seeker had hit me with his broom.
"But who cares, I got the snitch!" I said a bit louder as I noticed no one else had bothered to see if I was alright. Cheers erupted from the slytherin stands as the final results were announced, and groans from the Ravenclaws realising they were up against us next. I got up slowly, but everyone was too preoccupied to notice the small wince that went with the movement. I refrained from clutching my side and headed off the pitch and into the slytherin change rooms. Hermione obviously doubted my claim to health but it wasn't like she could follow me.
Collapsing on one of the benches and pulling on a jumper I waited till everyone else had left. Most giving me an agonising pat on the back on their way out.
I breathed a sigh of relief as my last team mate left. Finally free to safely check out my injuries. Bitting down on my spare shirt I slowly peeled of the jersey. The shirt underneath was not a pretty sight. It was covered in blood, the collision had broken my rib but the fall had opened up the barely healed lash strokes.
A tear slide down my face as I peeled off the wrecked material, crying out into the shirt as I lifted it over my head. I spat out the shirt, grabbed my wand and started about heeling first the skin wounds that had reopened and then the rib.
