Disclaimer: See first Chapter- I get bored writing it again and again..
If you can't remember what I mean by angle see previous chapter note.
1 Vision
By Rowena S
3
The Quidditch Match (Harry's Angle)
Harry circled the Quidditch pitch with an air of intense concentration and keenness.
//The sooner I get the snitch the sooner I can get away. //
What he wanted to get away from was a certain Slytherin Seeker who had been plaguing his thoughts and dreams for a while now.
His archenemy
The son of a death eater.
The person who hated and despised him only slightly less than Voldemort himself and he, Harry Potter was in LO-
Harry cut off that train of thought, refusing to acknowledge what it meant.
It was paining him not to look at the handsome figure who was above him but Harry couldn't bear the look of contempt that was sure to cross Draco's features.
Suddenly a flash of gold brought him out of his reverie and he hurtled towards it. He knew that Dra-Malfoy was right on his tail.
A splintering sound went off near his ear like a pistol crack he looked up to see, in what seemed like slow motion Malfoy's broom break and fall from under him, knocking the bludger that was on a direct course for his (Harry's) head away. Without thinking Harry sent his Firebolt into a dive, not for the snitch, but for Draco who was plummeting towards the ground!
Harry reached out his hand to Draco's outstretched one, he was nearly there..
.an inch..
.. A centimetre..
-He'd have to pull out of the dive soon-
Harry made a grab for Draco's wrist and.
Draco's arm moved away!
Harry pulled out of the dive empty handed and looked questioningly at Draco's face.
Their eyes met - silvery-blue on emerald and-
Draco Smiled.
Harry's eyes widened, uncomprehending, this wasn't a smirk, not a sneer but a real smile, twisted only by one fact- he was hurtling towards the ground.
A single thought screamed through Harry's head
// I LOVE YOU DRACO //
If you can't remember what I mean by angle see previous chapter note.
1 Vision
By Rowena S
3
The Quidditch Match (Harry's Angle)
Harry circled the Quidditch pitch with an air of intense concentration and keenness.
//The sooner I get the snitch the sooner I can get away. //
What he wanted to get away from was a certain Slytherin Seeker who had been plaguing his thoughts and dreams for a while now.
His archenemy
The son of a death eater.
The person who hated and despised him only slightly less than Voldemort himself and he, Harry Potter was in LO-
Harry cut off that train of thought, refusing to acknowledge what it meant.
It was paining him not to look at the handsome figure who was above him but Harry couldn't bear the look of contempt that was sure to cross Draco's features.
Suddenly a flash of gold brought him out of his reverie and he hurtled towards it. He knew that Dra-Malfoy was right on his tail.
A splintering sound went off near his ear like a pistol crack he looked up to see, in what seemed like slow motion Malfoy's broom break and fall from under him, knocking the bludger that was on a direct course for his (Harry's) head away. Without thinking Harry sent his Firebolt into a dive, not for the snitch, but for Draco who was plummeting towards the ground!
Harry reached out his hand to Draco's outstretched one, he was nearly there..
.an inch..
.. A centimetre..
-He'd have to pull out of the dive soon-
Harry made a grab for Draco's wrist and.
Draco's arm moved away!
Harry pulled out of the dive empty handed and looked questioningly at Draco's face.
Their eyes met - silvery-blue on emerald and-
Draco Smiled.
Harry's eyes widened, uncomprehending, this wasn't a smirk, not a sneer but a real smile, twisted only by one fact- he was hurtling towards the ground.
A single thought screamed through Harry's head
// I LOVE YOU DRACO //