Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. I only own the character of Fierra Diosa and the plot.

Draco Malfoy woke up to a bright, fresh, sunny day. Great day for Quidditch, he thought as he got out of bed. He took off his pyjamas, put on his Quidditch robes, and headed out to the Great Hall, where he joined the Slytherin Quidditch team for breakfast.

"Great day for Quidditch," Thurston Mackenzie, the Slytherin keeper said. He was a tall, well-built seventh year, also the Slytherin Quidditch captain.

"Which house are we playing against today?" one of the beaters, Dylan Thornton asked.

"Goody two-shoes Gryffindor, with their Saint Potter," Malfoy replied resentfully. He quickly finished his breakfast of French toast and bacon, and headed to get his Nimbus 2003. On his way there, he ran into Pansy Parkinson. He wasn't too happy about this.

"Hullo Draco!" Pansy exclaimed excitedly as she hugged Malfoy as tightly as she could.

"Get- the- bloody hell- off- me! I can't breathe!" Malfoy yelled, freeing himself from Pansy's wicked grasp.

"I just wanted to wish you good luck for the match against Gryffindor!" Pansy said, letting go of Malfoy.

"All right, all right! I get the point! Now, will you excuse me while I go and get my broomstick?" Malfoy demanded, rather angrily.

"Fine then," Pansy huffed away, sulking.

Malfoy entered the Slytherin common room, surprised to find Fierra sitting in one of the chairs, reading.

"Shouldn't you be sitting at the stands in the Quidditch pitch by now? The game's about to start," Malfoy called out to her.

"What? Oh, hullo, Draco. What were you talking about?" Fierra asked, not exactly sure of what was going on.

"The Quidditch game. Against Gryffindor?" Malfoy said, staring at her.

"Oh! I forgot! No wonder everyone's off to I don't know where," Fierra said thoughtfully.

"Well, you better go, before everyone else takes up all the seats," Malfoy said. "I just came here to get my broom."

"Alright. I'll see you there. Good luck!" Fierra said as she headed out of the common room.

Malfoy sighed and quickly ran up to the boys' dormitories, where he grabbed his Nimbus 2003. He then ran out of the Hogwarts Castle and out into the Quidditch pitch, where he met the rest of the Slytherin team.

"First game of the season," the captain, Thurston Mackenzie said. His eyes shone with excitement. "Let's go out there and play Quidditch!"

The Slytherin Quidditch team walked out to pitch, welcomed by cheers from the Slytherin house and boos from the Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw houses. The Gryffindor team walked out to the pitch afterwards, welcomed by boos from the Slytherin house and apprehensive cheers from the other houses.

"Mount your brooms, everyone!" Madam Hooch called out as the players mounted their broom. "Ready! Set! GO!" she yelled as she released the Quaffle.

"And they're off!" the announcer, sixth-year Colin Creevey screamed into the microphone.

Draco Malfoy flew his broomstick high above the action, while Gryffindor took possession of the Quaffle and a stray Bludger almost hit the Gryffindor seeker, Harry Potter.

"Everyone loves Saint Potter!" Malfoy yelled spitefully. Harry Potter glared at him. "Look, even the Bludgers love you!"

Harry Potter dived as another Bludger almost hit him at the side of the head. Malfoy suddenly saw a glint of gold behind Potter, and, thinking it was the Snitch, he chased after it. Potter, noticing this, chased after Malfoy.

Everything to Malfoy became a blur: the stands were a sea of gold, silver, blue, and scarlet. The players were just specks of color as Potter and Malfoy zoomed past, fighting for the Snitch.

"You know you won't get it, Malfoy!" Harry Potter yelled, urging his Firebolt 2 to go faster.

"If I don't get it, neither will you, Potter!" Malfoy yelled back. His hand ready to wrap itself around the Snitch when-

"Foul!" Madam Hooch blew her whistle. It had seemed like Mortimer Higgins, the other Slytherin beater, purposely hit a stray Bludger into one of Gryffindor's chaser's head, Ron Weasley. Ron was knocked out for a bit, but was revived, and the other chaser, Dean Thomas, scored a point for Gryffindor.

"That's 10 to zero, Gryffindor!" Colin Creevey screamed. The Gryffindor house went half-mad with applause.

"Higgins, you idiot! I almost had the snitch!" Malfoy yelled angrily. Higgins looked pained and flew away silently. Malfoy turned to Potter. "Your team got lucky there, Potter."

"It wasn't luck, Malfoy. It was called stupidity. Seems like your beater isn't the brightest one in the bunch," Potter yelled back.

Suddenly, Malfoy saw a bright flash of gold, just beside one of the stands. He flew his broom as quickly as he good to get there, and in no time, he had the Snitch in his hand.

"Malfoy's got the Snitch! The game is over! Slytherin wins, 150 to 10!" Colin Creevey yelled at last. The Slytherin house went mad with glee, while the other houses sulked away from the stands.

"We won! We won!" the Slytherin team captain shrieked. He  jumped up and down like a madman and hugged each of the players, much to their distaste. Malfoy walked away from the team, finding himself in front of Fierra.

"Good job," she said, rather awkwardly.

"I was lucky," Malfoy said, looking away.

"I think your team wants you now," Fierra said, glancing at the still cheering Slytherin team. She walked closer to Malfoy and kissed him on the cheek. "I'll see you later," she said, walking back to the castle.

Malfoy just stood there, rooted to the spot, until Dylan Thornton slapped him hard on the back, telling him that there was going to be a victory party at the Slytherin common room. Malfoy absent-mindedly nodded and walked slowly back to the Hogwarts Castle.

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Wow… A pretty long chapter, this one^_^ Someone finally made a move! Come back for more, as the ideas are starting to flow again!

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