A/N: Well, here you go. Chapter 5. :D It seems that FF.Net has been swallowing up my fics, somehow. I never seem to be able to see it on the main list. Oh well. :)

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Draco's POV
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The Gryffindors had evidently finished their little heated discussion on the ground. I had no doubt about why they were conferring ¨C a Bludger had been stalking Potter the entire match so far. As Hooch's whistle blew, the game continued and I sped around, trying to look for the Snitch. Potter was squinting through his glasses and the rain doing the same thing I was, while attempting to avoid the Bludger at the same time.

There was a difference in the Gryffindor team now, I observed ¨C the Weasley twins were no longer glued to Potter's side. Secretly, I was glad. I was quite irate when they took it upon themselves to touch my darl... er. When they took it upon themselves to protect the Gryffindor Seeker from the Bludger, I mean. The boy could take care of himself perfectly, I was sure.

I watched as he sped up and down the pitch, rolling over in the air, looking quite the clown. The crowd laughed uproariously, but I was spellbound by the ease with which he controlled the broom, trying to avoid the Bludger; mesmerised by the fluidity with which he moved... They underestimated him too much; after all, he was the youngest Seeker in...

Wait. Why the bloody hell was I defending him?

Harry's POV
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''Training for the ballet, Potter?'' Malfoy shouted, as I twisted in mid-air. I kept hurtling along, trying my best to escape the Bludger, and as I turned back to glare at him, his blonde hair wet from the rain (why in the world did I notice these things at the most inappropriate times?), I saw the Snitch lingering near his ear. I bit my lip and stopped for a second, wondering whether to go for it. Malfoy would surely get to it first if he...

The Bludger happily slammed itself into my arm.

It hurt. It hurt like hell. And I couldn't think properly, the pain was so bad. Almost losing control of my broom as my hand let go and my arm swung off it, I had to grip the handle even tighter with my left hand.

And I could think of only one way to ease my pain: Get to Malfoy.

Draco's POV
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Potter hadn't taken his eyes off me since I enquired if he was training to be a ballet dancer. I felt myself redden from his unwavering gaze. Thank goodness he couldn't see it properly through the rain ¨C I hoped.

All of a sudden, there was a sickening crack as the Bludger smashed into his right arm. Without time to worry whether he was all right, the Bludger came zooming back toward him like a missile.

He sped straight toward me, and I was shocked into tearing away as fast as I could from the oncoming Potter bullet. Come on, what else was I supposed to do? I didn't know what he was planning in his head at the time!

As I turned around sharply, I saw him dive down and seize the Snitch with his left hand. Shit! The bloody thing had been barely inches away from the position I just left! But the sight of him wobbling slightly on his broomstick (which was mainly due to the fact that both his hands weren't on it) distracted me from my pique.

I raced down after him, adrenaline and fear rushing through my veins, suddenly not caring about the fact that he had caught the Snitch, nor about the fact that Gryffindor had just won the match.

Let him be all right, let him be all right.

Harry's POV
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I hit the ground, but it was nothing compared to my arm. My mind in a blur, I realised that we'd won ¨C and blacked out.

When I regained consciousness, the most infamous set of teeth in Hogwarts was gleaming in front of my face. ''Oh no, not you.''

''Doesn't know what he's saying.'' Gilderoy Lockhart beamed at the crowd who had gathered around us, quite eager to show off his proficiency in curing students of any ailment. ''Not to worry, Harry, I'm about to fix your arm,'' Gilderoy Lockhart assured me ¨C of my certain doom.

''No! I'll keep it like this, thanks...'' I started to panic, looking around for help. Instead of help, I found more exasperation in the form of a certain camera-loving first year. ''I don't want a photo of this, Colin.''

''Lie back, Harry. It's a simple charm I've used countless times.'' To great effect, I was sure.

''Why can't I just go to the hospital wing?'' I grimaced.

''He should, really, Professor. Great capture, Harry, really spectacular, your best yet, I'd say,'' said Oliver Wood, grinning uncontrollably. I hardly heard his compliment, however, because something else had captured my attention.

I could see Malfoy hovering uncomfortably a little way behind the crowd, clutching his broom, looking quite out of place among the Gryffindors in his green Quidditch robes. As I met his grey eyes, he gave me a worried but reassuring smile, and the pain seemed to ease momentarily. I managed a feeble smile back. I knew he'd be able to stop it... I thought drowsily.

''Stand back,'' said Lockhart, almost gleefully rolling up his sleeves.

''No - don't - '' Lockhart paid no attention, pointing his wand at my elbow after much animation of his arms (as usual). I closed my eyes as a tingle started from my shoulder and moved downward.

Oh yes, Lockhart did rid me of the pain. But that certainly wasn't all he had ridden me of.

Draco's POV
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I groaned as Lockhart, taking out his wand, strode over to Potter's side and knelt down. Heal him? More like...

Jinx that I was, Lockhart promptly proceeded to remove Potter's bones most efficiently. I swear, I could have killed him at that moment. I watched, aghast, as Potter's arm slowly became a piece of rubber. Potter had closed his eyes, chewing on his lower lip in a very endearing manner, almost making me want to run over and do it for him.

''Ah. Yes. Well, that can sometimes happen,'' Lockhart said, after he performed the spell. As Lockhart instructed Weasley and Granger to bring Potter up to Madam Pomfrey for some ''tidying-up'', I turned around and found myself face to face ¨C well, more like face to neck ¨C with Marcus, who had already started his berating.

As the insults rained down on me ¨C ''You incompetent $%@*#! The Snitch was practically in your ear!'' ¨C I comforted myself with the memory of the weak smile that Potter bestowed upon me, knowing that he was going to be just fine.

A/N: Three chapters left! :D I've already written bits of the last chapter :) Anyway, thanks to Playboy Bunny (Thank you for adding this fic to your favourites! I'm glad you like it! :D), janey (Thanks for the support! Really. :D And will Harry and Draco get together? Well, that remains to be seen! :D) and person (It is Borgin and Burkes, actually... It happened in the book but not in the movie. :) By 'the story' I think you mean the actual book, 'cos it would be quite bizarre if you reviewed without reading the fic. :) Anyway, thanks for reviewing!). Review, please, people!