I'm currently up here in the clouds with nothing to bother my thoughts. I feel totally great! Some thirty feet below me is the final Quidditch match I'll be playing in Hogwarts. I know I should be concentrating like I've never concentrated before but I can't help but just release all that tension inside and soar so sigh. I love the sound of the cheers the crowd gives me....okay, so maybe I'm being a bit selfish. Who cares about how Potter plays anyway? I'm way better than him.
He does all these loops and turns in midair that just makes me want to shout, "Training for the ballet, Potter?" again in his face. Oh well, at least he isn't doing anything to disturb my peace.
Where could that Snitch be? I've been here for at least half an hour and that thing hasn't showed itself yet. I bet it got blown off to Albania when that really, really strong breeze passed by ten minutes ago. It nearly unseated me! But I couldn't help but laugh at the expression of Potter when he was caught in the middle of a twist upside down. His robes fell all over his face and he nearly let go of his broom.
I check below again and it seems Potter hasn't had any luck with the Snitch yet. I'll just tail him, then. I'm sure my Firebolt 2 can go faster than his Firebolt-nothing. I swear that Snitch will be in my hands before Potter can get hold of it.
So where was I? Oh yeah, I'm still up here and I feel very relaxed with nothing to bother me. I'm sure if Potter saw the Snitch, that commentator will start yapping about it.
Harry Potter has seen the Snitch and it's right by the Gryffindork stands!
Anyway, I'd better go down. I just realized I can't rely on Potter. With those glasses, I'm not sure he can see properly.
I fly lower and whoosh! A Bludger just passed by me! Thank goodness I ducked just in time or that thing would've knocked my head off. Who threw that anyway?
I looked around and saw Weasley grinning, a Beater club in his hands. Oh yeah, I forgot, that git's in the Gryffindor Quidditch Team too. He thinks he can get away with swinging that Bludger at my head. I'll show him.
I flew off to Zabini, our Beater, who was on the other side of the pitch waiting for a Bludger to pass by. I hovered a feet away from him and said, "Blaise, mind knocking out Weasel for me?"
He turned his head to me and grinned, an evil glint in his eyes. "With pleasure, captain!" He flew off to intercept the Bludger Posey, another Beater, swerved. I watched as Blaise swung his bat really hard and caused the Bludger to change direction and head for Weasley. The git probably didn't notice but his partner sure did.
Finnigan yelled for him to duck and then hit the Bludger again. Lucky for us, the Bludger seemed to meet a crosswind and detoured to towards Potter.
Too bad! Potter ducked just in time! I could hear the Slytherin crowd boo and the Gryffindors cheer.
"IS THAT THE SNITCH?!" I hear the commentator through the speakers. Everyone turned their eyes to where the guy was staring at. I turned around and saw that Potter had flown off to pursue it. Oh no, not this time Potter! You've had it for the last six years and I am not letting you have it for this one!
With all the strength I could muster, I pushed my broom forward.
"Faster! Come on, Father didn't pay a hundred Galleons for nothing!"
As if in obedience, the broom zoomed faster and I'm almost overtaking Potter.
Where the hell is the Snitch anyway? I don't see it anywhere! Potter is not playing with me because he is going to pay if he does. I look in front of me and there it is! It's--
"OW!" I fall sideways but I manage to grip my broom tightly. It was that Bludger again! It hit me on the right side of my head. The Slytherins gasped but I manage to wave my arms, though a bit dazed to assure them that I'm okay. Now I had this weird ringing noise in my head. That thing mut've unseated a few skull bones or something. I right myself and was preparing to overtake Potter when I glanced to my left to watch out for the Bludger.
It was gaining for the Gryffindor stands and right at Granger!
I don't know what made me do it but I shifted positions and chased the Bludger instead. Weasley was right behind me, followed closely by Finnigan.
I caught the terror in her eyes and I'm sure she would've wanted to get out of the way. Only, fear was keeping her feet glued to the ground (or stand). I caught up with the Bludger and grabbed it, pulling it back before it came so close to hitting her face. I couldn't control my speed so I came crashing into her, falling off my broom and releasing the Bludger which rebounding. It hit the side of my face and shot itself away from the stands.
At the same moment, I heard the cheers and the announcement, "Harry Potter caught the Snitch! Gryffindor wins the Quidditch Cup!"
I groaned and finally blacked out.
I woke up in the hospital wing. Well, okay, I'm not sure I'm in the hospital wing but where else could I be? I didn't open my eyes yet, nor did I move. I wanted to make sure no one else was around so I waited and listened for any sound.
"It's not very serious but I'm quite surprised hi isn't awake yet. He's been asleep for six hours. Normally, patients like these wake up a few minutes after I give them medication," I'm sure it's the nurse, Madam Pomfrey, speaking. Who's she talking to anyway?
"Really? Maybe he's suffered some kind of shock or something. Madam Pomfrey, are you sure this isn't just some oridinary injury?"
Who? I remember that voice somewhere. Female, quite bossy tone....ah! Granger. What's she doing here? Come to laugh at my face?
I open my eyes to look but I immediately closed them again. I inhaled sharply. I counted to ten and then slowly opened my eyes, taking my time. I opened them wide, just to make sure. I lifted my hands to my face and rubbed my eyes. I tried squinting.
"Mr. Malfoy, you're awake."
"I'm not sure I am," I said weakly. I swallowed hard, keeping my eyes open. I felt really queasy, as though a lump got stuck in my throat. My heart was beginning to beat faster.
"Is there a problem, Mr. Malfoy?"
"Oh yes, there is...."
"What is it?" I heard Granger ask. By the tone of her voice, I think she sounded genuinely concerned.
I swallowed again. There's no use trying to sound all macho and pretend there's nothing wrong. This is an emergency and I don't care if she's going to laugh at my predicament.
"I can't see."