Draco's POV

Today was the day of the big Quidditch match. Slytherin vs Gryffindor. I felt a mixture of happiness and dread. Happiness, of course, because I could fly. Oddly enough, when I was fifty feet high on a broom, that's where I felt safest. The dread because I would have to face the Slytherin team again. They were already hostile at me at practice, but what about the game?

Nevertheless, I hoped we would win. The satisfaction of winning was just what I needed.

In the locker room, I was given the silent treatment by all of my team members. They only talked to me if they really needed to, and for the occasional insult.

"Mudblood lover," snarled one of our beaters.

"How could you do that? To our captain?" spat out keeper.

I ignored them and tried to pay attention to the play that Marcus was talking about. Whenever he said my name I could see his brow furrow and his posture grow rigid. I really wished I wouldn't have done that to him. It would be much easier to convince the guys why I was in the closet with her.

But I was sick of lying. Sick up putting up this fake wall of lies around me.

I wish I could just magically restart my life, to start over. Maybe people wouldn't hate me. Maybe I wouldn't be such a liar. Maybe Hermione would be in my arms right now,

It's a lot easier to believe someone when they are trustworthy, than to believe someone who's claimed they've changed.

I quickly shook all thoughts of her or anybody else from my mind, it would definitely hurt my game.

I felt adrenaline pumping through my body as we stepped onto the field. Loud cheers erupted from the Slytherins.

Next was the Gryffindors. The same amount of cheers came from their side. I looked over at Harry who was nearing the middle of the field. The look on his face looked mad. No, not mad. Disgusted. And he was looking right at me.

Madam Hooch blew her whistle, and we all rose into the air.

"On your mark!" she yelled. I gripped my broom stick a little harder. Potter didn't stop staring at me. "Get set..."My heart leapt when she yelled, "GO!"

The snitch was off. I tried to follow it but it was too quick. Potter looked like he saw it, but it was probably just another one of his tricks.

My eyes were scanning the sky for some sign, something golden...

And then a bright glare shone in my eyes. It was light reflecting of the golden little ball.

Harry wasn't tricking me, he actually did see it. And he was so close to getting it. I didn't hesitate to go after him.

I was next to him in almost an instant. My broom was faster than his, and soon I was ahead of him.

"Can't keep up, Potter?" I called behind me. He either didn't hear me, or ignored me because he didn't answer.

He had caught up to me and we were now side by side. The snitch was only just out of reach. I outstretch my armed so far it hurt. I was so close... my fingers almost brushing the wings... and it abruptly soared upward.

I jerked my broomstick up and Harry did the same. We were tied again. I heard the 'whoosh' of the wind and my eyes started to water. We were so high up now, I couldn't even hear the announcer anymore. I don't think I had ever been this high before.

"And to think I thought Hermione was smart enough to pick a reasonable boy," he spat to me as we both got closer to the little golden ball.

"What do you mean Potter?" I said, just as harsh.

"Out of every male in the school, she had to choose you, a spoiled, narcissistic git," he blew up, never taking his eyes off of the snitch that was about thirty feet ahead of us.

I couldn't think of anything to say. I was more concerned with other things at the moment.

"And I pretended like I was alright with it," he continued. "But, bloody hell, you'll break her heart Malfoy. You're just using her, I know it! What do you want? Homework answers? Do hurt a little 'mudblood'. You-"

I had had enough.

"SHUT UP!" I yelled. "FOR YOUR INFORMATION POTTER, SHE DOESN'T EVEN LIKE ME. IN FACT, SHE HATES ME. I'M THE ONE WHO LIKES HER. ITS ME. SO YOU BETTER GET YOUR FACTS STRAIGHT before you..." my voice trailed off. We were closer to the snitch than before.

I had to get Potter out of my mind, get Hermione out. The only thing coursing through my brain, through my blood was:

'Get the Snitch.'

I could feel my heart beating...feel my fingers aching as I stretched further than my body allowed, I could feel Potter leaning too.

So close, so close!

And that was the last thing I remembered before feeling a sharp blow to the side of my head.

A/N: I hope you all had a great Thanksgiving holiday! Sorry it took so long for it to get posted.

I have new story out now, called Wolf, feel free to check it out and tell me what you think!