CHAPTER TWO
 

FLASHBACK

The Gryffindor and the Slytherin match was going to begin. It was the awaited final and everyone was excited. Even Professor Trelawney had left her little apartment and was sitting on a stand near Seamus Finnigan, who had replaced Lee Jordan in his fifth year. Gryffindor and Slytherin banners could be seen waving in the air.
The first team to appear was the Gryffindor lions, with Harry in front of it. He had been made captain and now he leaded a very strong and feared team.

"Welcome to the Gryffindor vs Slytherin match!" shouted Seamus "This is going to be a very tough one if we have in mind the cheating the Slytherin team is used to use" added Seamus in an ironic voice.

"Shut up Finnigan, and announce the names of the players if you want to continue talking. And stop the personal opinions please!" said Professor McGonagall with fury in her eyes.

"Sorry Professor, I was only stating the truth" said Seamus in a low voice. "Anyway today in the Gryffindor's team: Ron Weasley in the keeper position!"

A loud cheer was heard and also a high voice above the others cheering his boyfriend Ron Weasley. It was the brown-haired witch that had been made prefect in her fifth year.

"Creevey, Thomas and Lavander as chasers! Weasley and Longbottom as beaters!" announced the Gryffindor commentarist.

Whistles filled the pitch. Ginny and Neville were one of the most stable couples inside of Hogwarts.
Ginny soon overcame her crush on Harry, and surprisingly, she began to go out with the clumsy Gryffindor, who had grown into a very handsome man. They were the perfect match for each other, and unbeatable when playing at quidditch together.

"And Harry Potter as their seeker and captain!" ended saying Seamus while looking dreamily at Harry's new broomstick. It was a Thunderstorm II, and you had to have a very trained eyesight if you wanted to see its movements.

"Potter will be unbeatable with his new broomstick, the famous Thunderstorm II, used by many professional quidditch teams like the Chudley Cannons and the..."

"Finnigan stop!" interrupted Professor McGonagall.

Seamus continued announcing the Slytherin team members ending his speech with the captain's name, Draco Malfoy.
Madame Hooch approached the center of the pitch where Harry and Draco were standing. Draco was gripping his broomstick very tightly because Harry was watching him for some unknown reason. It was unnerving him to no end, because he was paralized under the raven-haired boy's stare.

When Hooch arrived, she reminded the two captains the main rules of the game.
After a few minutes, and due to the cheers coming from the crowd, Madam Hooch decided it was time to stop her ramblings about her old Silver Arrow.

"Well I expect a fair game, understood?" she said while looking at both captains.

"No doubt about that, Professor." answered Malfoy with his usual drawling voice.

"It's ok with me, but I'm not so sure about him."said Harry while pointing at Draco, who was trying to shelter his heart from breaking.

He knew he deserved the coldness that Harry used to treat him with, but he couldn't help flinching a little at his words. Pure hatred was lighting his jade eyes and Draco's insides were melting.

"What happened to you Malfoy, cat got your tongue?" asked Harry after seeing that Malfoy wasn't answering. He wasn't used to being ignored by the white-blond Slytherin. He had always something to say, but not today. He narrowed his eyes and analised the Slytherin's attitude. He was definitely weird today. His usual smirk wasn't there, and the fury-waves that Malfoy used to radiate weren't there either.

"Stop! Mr Potter, Mr Malfoy, I want to start this game, so shake hands and get ready" said Madam Hooch, whose brow was twitching.

The two captains inched closer and shook hands fiercely. Draco felt a strange tickling sensation in his hand and withdrew it as fast as he could. He couldn't let Harry know what his feelings were, because it'd be his downfall. He sneaked a glance at his former enemy. He was looking at his palm with a thoughtful look on his face. Slowly, the Gryffindor moved his eyes to the Slytherin's. He opened his mouth as to say something but was interrupted by Madam Hooch's blowing whistle.