"I challenge you to a Seeker Duel. First one to the snitch proves that they're the best seeker." I said and snickered. This was going to be quite fun.

"Sure, my team hasn't had a good laugh in a while." Draco said and flew towards me.

"Challenge accepted?" I asked taunting him as I held out my hand. "I accept," Draco said and shook my hand, "But don't expect to win."

Ha. There's the real Draco . . . that brat.

We both flew to the ground, our brooms in our right hand. One of the Slytherin teammates was our "referee". That wasn't exactly going to be great for me, but whatever. I'd beat him anyway; with or without a fair judge.

We walked over to each other and shook hands as sparks of competition flew from our eyes.

"Take ten paces back." The referee said as we gave each other one last smirk and walked ten steps back. "Mount your brooms."

I gripped my broom tightly with my dragon hide gloves and waited for the whistle. He let go of the snitch and not long after, the screeching high- pitched sound announced the beginning of the competition. Draco and I had spotted the snitch at the same time and we were both taking the same path to get to it. He bumped me twice near my shoulder as I sped up and rammed into him. He wobbled a bit, giving me the lead for a while, but soon got back to his lead position. He rammed me hard in the ribs as I fell off my broom. If this weren't the first time this has happened to me, I probably would've faced severe injuries or worse, death. I narrowed my eyes, promising myself to get back at the ferret as I called my broom to me.

"BROOM, CATCH!" I yelled looking down at the ground below me. My broom flew at top speed downwards and swooped under me. I grabbed hold of the handle just in time to lift it up and prevent from crashing. I looked up to see that Draco seemed surprised. I guess he didn't really mean to push me off my broom entirely. No matter. I was going to get my revenge sooner or later.

I still wasn't out of the game, though I was a little behind. I sped up towards the sky and rammed Draco from underneath; that was my trademark in Quidditch. He swore and wobbled a bit, but I didn't do any real damage. Darn.

I was now up and personal with the snitch. I just had to reach out and catch it. Draco was just two feet behind me and if I waited any longer, he would catch up to me again. This was it, my moment.

I suddenly felt a blow to my head as the light around me darkened and I fell.

***********************

I slowly woke up in the hospital wing, totally confused. I looked left and right to see I was the only one there. A sharp pain came over my head as I squinted my eyes and nose attempting to ease the pain. I could hear a few voices outside as I listened closer to the conversation.

"What happened, Mr. Malfoy?" Robin recognized the voice to be that of Madame Pomfrey, the school nurse.

"We were practicing Quidditch and a bludger came swooping down and hit her head. She fell unconscious and let go of her broom." Draco said, his words filled with aristocratic snobbishness. God, I hate it when he thinks he's better than everyone else. Then my thoughts changed; what happened? Did he catch the snitch?

"Well then, Mr. Malfoy, thank you very much. I think Robin is still unconscious. Let's go see." Madame Pomfrey said and opened the hospital wing door.

I felt bad for doing this, but I decided to pretend I was still unconscious. Just to see what they would say thinking I couldn't hear.

"Hm...She has a nasty bruise on the left side of her head, but we can fix that up in a gippy. Well, you can go if you want Mr. Malfoy! I know you have a practice to run." Madame Pomfrey said taking a washcloth and dipping it into some green and blue potion.

"That's alright, I'll stay here," Draco said as he sat down in a red chair beside my bed. I tried not to squirm as he looked at me. It was pretty hard pretending I was unconscious because I had an urge to open my eyes and scare the crap out of the now peaceful Draco.

I heard the hospital door as I pretended to just wake-up. I stirred a bit and then slowly opened my eyes.

"What happened?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer.

"You were completely ignorant to the fact that two bludgers were coming your way. One hit your head and you fell of your broom." He said with the same "upper-class" tone.

"Did you catch the snitch? What happened?" I said jumping up and down anxiously.

"Geez, you just fell off and almost died and you're wondering if I caught the snitch! You, Robin, need to get your priorities sorted out." He said and chuckled. I laughed a little too. I was very competitive and to me a Quidditch match comes before staying alive.

"Well?" I said and urged him to tell me.

"When I saw you falling, I thought it would be pretty sad if you died and we never got to finish our little competition. So I decided to keep you alive and I dived down and caught you." He said and snickered, "You were REALLY heavy, you know, you should consider dieting."

I hit him hard in the arm as he laughed in pain and rubbed his shoulder.

"Okay, fine, you're not fat." Draco said not wanting another punch.

"So none of us caught the snitch, eh?" I said happily. I still had a chance to kick his butt.

"Nope." Draco answered flatly and looked outside the window where his teammates were attempting to round up all of the bludgers and the snitch. He got up and started to walk towards the door, when I remembered the question I've been longing to ask him.

"Wait!" I said just as he was about to open the door. He turned around and waited for my question or statement, "Last game, why didn't you catch the snitch? I mean, you just stopped. . ."

He laughed. It wasn't a happy-friendly laugh, but more of a devious snicker.

"It's just too fun to see you pissed off. We're going to beat you next game anyway." He said and walked out the door.

"We'll see about that." I said to myself and lay back in bed.