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Harry turned back to the finch on his desk. He was supposed to be transfiguring it into a wooden tree ornament, but he just couldn't pay attention. He had stared at the top of Draco's head for five minutes, but he hadn't looked up! Not even once...It had been like this for the past week. This was exactly what Harry had wanted, but now that he'd achieved this bliss he felt terrible unease. He was so used to Malfoy's jeering voice everyday; it was almost as if he was going through withdrawal. Harry looked over his shoulder again, his finch hopping and pecking around on his desk, but Malfoy was intent on his work.
Harry sighed, running his fingers through his hair. Malfoy would have to face him at the quidditch match...
Ten minutes latter Harry and Draco packed up their things. They were to leave class twenty minutes early to get down to the pitch. In the hall Draco walked ahead, talking long swift steps. "What in the blazes is wrong with him." Harry mumbled to himself.
Moments later they faced each other on the quidditch pitch, but Draco still did not make eye contact. "You'll lose the snitch to me if your eyes are on the ground, Malfoy." Said Harry softly, before kicking hard off the ground.
The quaffle flew from hand to hand. Harry had been instructed to get the snitch as soon as possible, so the Slytherins didn't have a chance to get ahead. He scanned the field from above. Malfoy was hovering unmoving near a corner of the pitch when Flint began yelling madly at him. Harry glanced over and spotted it. Why was that darn snitch so attracted to Malfoy? Well, he did make an awful nice hiding place, hovering there like a statue. Harry dove for him, but aiming below his broom, hoping Malfoy would dive.
Harry completed his dive, feigning to grab something, but as he looked up, Malfoy was reaching out to grab the snitch! He hadn't taken the bait. The snitch flitted out of the grasp of his fingers, taking off into the middle of the field. Harry and Draco did tight turns, soaring after it with amazing speed. Draco didn't try to knock Harry off his broom with the usual violence, but he wasn't about to lose the snitch to him. Harry looked over at him, knitting his brow. He knocked Draco's hand away and caught the snitch with his other.
Both the teams landed with Lee calling out the victor. Harry could only stare after Malfoy's retreating back. "Hang on there, Malfoy. I need a word." He said angrily.
"Now, Harry..." started Oliver Wood. "It's okay, Oliver. I can handle myself."
"Right...Right then..." he turned and headed for the changing rooms.
Malfoy had wandered over to Harry uncertainly.
"Walk with me, hm?" said Harry, briskly, anger still on his voice.
Malfoy didn't look up but he started walking. Thunder boomed in the sky. Winter was approaching and sporadic rains had started to fall. When they were halfway to the forbidden forest a few raindrops fell. Harry stopped, turning to Draco and putting his hands on his hips. The rain spattered on the ground now, promising a downfall. "What are you playing at, Malfoy." Asked Harry outright.
Harry turned back to the finch on his desk. He was supposed to be transfiguring it into a wooden tree ornament, but he just couldn't pay attention. He had stared at the top of Draco's head for five minutes, but he hadn't looked up! Not even once...It had been like this for the past week. This was exactly what Harry had wanted, but now that he'd achieved this bliss he felt terrible unease. He was so used to Malfoy's jeering voice everyday; it was almost as if he was going through withdrawal. Harry looked over his shoulder again, his finch hopping and pecking around on his desk, but Malfoy was intent on his work.
Harry sighed, running his fingers through his hair. Malfoy would have to face him at the quidditch match...
Ten minutes latter Harry and Draco packed up their things. They were to leave class twenty minutes early to get down to the pitch. In the hall Draco walked ahead, talking long swift steps. "What in the blazes is wrong with him." Harry mumbled to himself.
Moments later they faced each other on the quidditch pitch, but Draco still did not make eye contact. "You'll lose the snitch to me if your eyes are on the ground, Malfoy." Said Harry softly, before kicking hard off the ground.
The quaffle flew from hand to hand. Harry had been instructed to get the snitch as soon as possible, so the Slytherins didn't have a chance to get ahead. He scanned the field from above. Malfoy was hovering unmoving near a corner of the pitch when Flint began yelling madly at him. Harry glanced over and spotted it. Why was that darn snitch so attracted to Malfoy? Well, he did make an awful nice hiding place, hovering there like a statue. Harry dove for him, but aiming below his broom, hoping Malfoy would dive.
Harry completed his dive, feigning to grab something, but as he looked up, Malfoy was reaching out to grab the snitch! He hadn't taken the bait. The snitch flitted out of the grasp of his fingers, taking off into the middle of the field. Harry and Draco did tight turns, soaring after it with amazing speed. Draco didn't try to knock Harry off his broom with the usual violence, but he wasn't about to lose the snitch to him. Harry looked over at him, knitting his brow. He knocked Draco's hand away and caught the snitch with his other.
Both the teams landed with Lee calling out the victor. Harry could only stare after Malfoy's retreating back. "Hang on there, Malfoy. I need a word." He said angrily.
"Now, Harry..." started Oliver Wood. "It's okay, Oliver. I can handle myself."
"Right...Right then..." he turned and headed for the changing rooms.
Malfoy had wandered over to Harry uncertainly.
"Walk with me, hm?" said Harry, briskly, anger still on his voice.
Malfoy didn't look up but he started walking. Thunder boomed in the sky. Winter was approaching and sporadic rains had started to fall. When they were halfway to the forbidden forest a few raindrops fell. Harry stopped, turning to Draco and putting his hands on his hips. The rain spattered on the ground now, promising a downfall. "What are you playing at, Malfoy." Asked Harry outright.