Cheers erupted from the stands, and Cho did a victory lap around the field. The Ravenclaws went crazy, and threw magical streamers into the air with their wands. Cho grinned and clutched the Snitch in her hand, waving it around. We won, she thought, sighing with joy. The pressure she had been under to beat the shit out of the Slytherins was unbearable, almost as bad as when she played Harry.
Harry. Her best friend, now-a-days. He was so supportive of her. Once in a while, someone would mention Cedric, and tears would form in her eyes. Harry was always there for her, with hugs, words of encouragement, and always willing to help her with whatever.
She saw Malfoy ahead of her, just walking away and getting bad glares from fellow team members. She sighed, knowing that she should say something kind, like Harry would always do for her.
"Hey, Malfoy. Good game. I hope that buldger didn't' get you."
Malfoy shook his head. "No, I'm fine. You did a good job. You're quite a natural at this game, Cho." He walked away.
Cho was stunned. Did he really just compliment her? It was so unlike him. And his eyes were so full of...no. It wasn't, was it? She shook her head. There was no way she had just seen a hint of caring in Malfoy's eyes and tone.
Or was it there?
She wasn't interested in what was going on inside his head at the moment. She wanted to find Harry. She need a hug badly. She looked around for him, but couldn't find him through the crowd of loud, obnoxious Quidditch fans screaming with joy that Slytherin had been crushed.
Suddenly, the feeling of exhaustion came over Cho, and she decided to go relax in the Ravenclaw common room. She would also be able to think about what had happened just then with Malfoy. What on earth had come over him? Never once had he ever complimented her on her Quidditch playing...
Could it be that he was seriously ill? No, no it wasn't that. He wasn't paler then usual (though it didn't seem like he could get any paler) and he wasn't coughing, or had symptoms of a cold. What could it be?
Maybe he had learned over the summer how to act like a real person. Though Cho highly doubted it, she hoped it was the answer to his improved behavior. He wasn't bad looking. Not bad looking at all. She didn't care about looks, it was more important that the man had a wonderful attitude and personality. But, if Malfoy really had changed, then he was a definite possibility....
Cho smacked herself. What was she thinking? This was Draco Malfoy, the snobbiest, cruelest, and more horrible person in all of Hogwarts. How could she even think about going out with him? She put her hand to her forehead. Maybe she was sick....
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Harry. Her best friend, now-a-days. He was so supportive of her. Once in a while, someone would mention Cedric, and tears would form in her eyes. Harry was always there for her, with hugs, words of encouragement, and always willing to help her with whatever.
She saw Malfoy ahead of her, just walking away and getting bad glares from fellow team members. She sighed, knowing that she should say something kind, like Harry would always do for her.
"Hey, Malfoy. Good game. I hope that buldger didn't' get you."
Malfoy shook his head. "No, I'm fine. You did a good job. You're quite a natural at this game, Cho." He walked away.
Cho was stunned. Did he really just compliment her? It was so unlike him. And his eyes were so full of...no. It wasn't, was it? She shook her head. There was no way she had just seen a hint of caring in Malfoy's eyes and tone.
Or was it there?
She wasn't interested in what was going on inside his head at the moment. She wanted to find Harry. She need a hug badly. She looked around for him, but couldn't find him through the crowd of loud, obnoxious Quidditch fans screaming with joy that Slytherin had been crushed.
Suddenly, the feeling of exhaustion came over Cho, and she decided to go relax in the Ravenclaw common room. She would also be able to think about what had happened just then with Malfoy. What on earth had come over him? Never once had he ever complimented her on her Quidditch playing...
Could it be that he was seriously ill? No, no it wasn't that. He wasn't paler then usual (though it didn't seem like he could get any paler) and he wasn't coughing, or had symptoms of a cold. What could it be?
Maybe he had learned over the summer how to act like a real person. Though Cho highly doubted it, she hoped it was the answer to his improved behavior. He wasn't bad looking. Not bad looking at all. She didn't care about looks, it was more important that the man had a wonderful attitude and personality. But, if Malfoy really had changed, then he was a definite possibility....
Cho smacked herself. What was she thinking? This was Draco Malfoy, the snobbiest, cruelest, and more horrible person in all of Hogwarts. How could she even think about going out with him? She put her hand to her forehead. Maybe she was sick....
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