A/n- W00t! I finished all my work! Thanks for the kind reviews, guys!
Disclaimer: I really don't own Harry Potter.
Summary: An in-between chapter, a look into both the characters minds.
Jackknifed
Malfoy's intent gaze upon the Gryffindor was broken as three blurs of green cast themselves over his vision.
"What? Mate, you alright?"
Draco blinked a few times, silent.
"Mate?"
"Ugh, what happened?" Malfoy sat up, someone propping up his back with their knee. The golden snitch fell into his lap and lay there, quivering slightly.
"We won, mate, that's what happened!" Blaise clasped Draco on the back, making him pitch a degree or so forward.
All around them the crowd was in an uproar. Draco could see the Slytherin stands erupting in joy, the rest of the school downtrodden.
"You gave us quite a scare there, Malfoy." The captain of the team leaned casually on his broom while another went to grab Draco's.
Draco sneered, halfheartedly. "I knew what I was doing."
"Yeah!" Blaise laughed, helping Draco up. "You were plummeting towards the ground, that's what you were doing!"
Draco gave a wide grin, nodding vacantly. His head still swam. His body ached a little. The snitch was clutched tightly in his grasp.
Madam Hooch dropped down lightly behind the Slytherin team, walking forward with a bemused look on her face.
"Alright, Mr. Malfoy?"
Draco nodded.
"Snitch." She said curtly, holding out her hand. Draco dropped the golden ball into her outstretched palm. "Thank you!" She turned to walk off and gather the quaffles.
Malfoy craned his head over his teammates to look at the Gryffindors. Potter was trying to calmly talk to the Weasel boy, Ron looking livid.
Draco felt almost giddy.
.o.o.o.o.
"Ron! Harry!" Hermione waved her hand over her head, running onto the now empty pitch. She had been waiting until the crowds had cleared before making her way down to her friends.
"Hermione." Harry smiled at her, but Ron kept his glowering look. "Are you alright? Malfoy nearly creamed you on his way down." Hermione saw how haggard Harry looked, so tired. He must be so sore from Draco's win.
"I'm fine. Did have quite a scare though!" Hermione grinned as she took Ron's broom from him. "I'll carry that. You look really tired, Ron." The boy just murmured a hurried thanks.
They bid farewell to the rest of the team and started off the pitch. Out of the corner of her eye, Hermione saw Draco and the rest of his team walking off towards the castle.
"That was quite a game." She said, mostly to herself.
"Little ferret." Ron sneered. "Can't even stay on his broom and he still wins the match. Ruddy little git."
Hermione looked forlornly at Malfoy's back.
"Oh, I thought it was… ah, brilliant. Very creative. Even if he almost got himself killed."
Ron didn't hear her, but Harry did. He looked at her, lips open as if he was about to say something, his eyebrows were furrowed.
"Wish he would off himself."
"Ron!"
"Oh, give it up Hermione." Harry chuckled. "Ron's bound to hate Malfoy no matter what he does."
.o.o.o.o.
"Pumpkin juice?"
Malfoy made a face.
"Get away, Pansy."
The girl looked mildly crushed… for about ten seconds. Then…
"What about some Butterbeer?"
"Look, Pansy, I really don't feel like it." Draco sat squarely on the Slytherin's plush couch in the common room. His neck was tipped back, wand pointed to his head, a little blue light emitting from its point.
Ah, a cooling spell. Just what his pounding head needed.
The Common Room, however, was not helping his headache. It was like they won the Quidditch World Cup or something. Draco's lip curled. Everyone was gathered around the fire, recounting the match over and over, each story becoming more and more elaborate with each down of Firewhisky.
Draco's eyes fluttered shut, his hair shifting over his face. He sighed inwardly.
What a day it has been, Draco. A small smile curled over his lips. The look on Granger's face! Priceless. His smile widened and he made a mental note to tease her dreadfully over it the next time they met at the Owlry.
With a lurching feeling, he sat up.
Owlry.
"Pansy, what time is it?"
The girl looked over at him, a pinched smile on her face.
"Nearly eight o'clock, Draco dear."
Malfoy grimaced.
He and Hermione were supposed to meet at six. Damn. And he really needed help on his Transfiguration homework.
Bet the little muggleborn was just sitting there, waiting, like some little dog. Draco sneered happily.
But something about that thought made his heart beat heavily in his ears and he felt the headache coming on a little stronger then it had before.
He shouldn't feel guilty about missing the Owlry.
He shouldn't.
It wasn't like they were friends or anything.
Draco smirked.
Draco Malfoy, friends with Granger. Laughable.
Laughable!
But, then, why did he feel so bad about it?
Malfoy sunk deeper into the couch, groaning.
"Butterbeer?" Pansy once again tried to shove a glass into his face. Malfoy grimaced, but took the cup, just so she would shut up.
Pansy smiled sweetly at him.
.o.o.o.o.
"What time is it?"
" Quarter after eight, Hermione." Harry curled himself into a cozy little position next to the fire. Hermione sat across from him, scowling slightly, quill poised over a roll of parchment. "Why?" He asked.
"Oh, nothing." Hermione returned to her work, muttering to herself.
With a loud bang, the boy's dormitory door flew open, ricocheting off the wall. The pair looked up to Ron tottering on the top of the stairs.
"What's wrong?" Hermione puzzled at him.
"Stupid Malfoy." Ron murmured.
"Your not still on about that, are you?" Harry turned from Ron and went back to his work, slightly annoyed at how hard his friend was taking the loss. "Its one game, Ron. We'll beat 'em next time."
"How can you say that?" Ron plopped down next to Hermione who had to grab her bag out of the way. Ron absently caught at it, holding the book bag in his lap. "Finish Transfiguration yet?" He twisted his finger around the blue ribbon tied to the strap.
Hermione watched him, her eyes slits.
"Yes, Ronald. I have."
He opened his mouth to speak.
"But I will not let you copy it."
Harry laughed at them both, especially at the look on Ron's face.
"Look," He started. "Hogsmeade is coming up on Sunday. I'll treat you at a round of drinks, then we'll forget about this whole quidditch business."
Ron nodded absently as Hermione snatched back her school bag.
A/N- I'm not really happy with this chapter because nothing really 'happened' and it was kinda rushed, but I needed a transition. Next chapter coming soon!
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