Making her way to the quittich field in her new robes Draco tried desperately to catch Harry's eye. She was still mad. . . but that was complicated. Why it was complicated was a mystery, but she simply wanted to make up. Hoping to catch the Gryffindors eye so that he could run over and beg for forgiveness seemed to be the fastest solution. After some grovelling and promises she could forgive him in her great merciful way and everything could go back to normal.

And then she could kick his self assured arse on the field.

But he was just to hard to get to. Through the crowd of swirling red and gold she could only catch a glimpse of messy hair before being pulled into a huddle to listen to team strategy and game plans. She was terribly tempted to remind them that she had nothing to do with anything that any of them did. It was like there where two different games being played at once and while it was important for the players of each to keep an eye on the happenings of the other, she really couldn't give a hoot about chaser formation and beater strategies to miss their own players while hitting the Gryffindors next to them.

"Got that, Cory?" A gruff voice barked out while her eyes where turned to search the field for green eyes.

She didn't even bother to turn around to answer, "Catch the snitch before Potter. Got it." A few grunts and a well hidden laugh latter the team started towards the centre of the field and Draco got her first look at Harry while hovering above the ground and fellow players. He gave her a shy kind of smile, as if afraid she would hiss at him in return and all the well laid plans went flying out the window. She smiled slightly back and his grin turned Cheshire.

It wasn't at all how she'd planned it! Pursing her lips in self admonishment she was surprised to hear a small laugh from Harry before he called out to her, "I'm glad you're here. You're my only competition. . . you make it hard."

She snorted to herself and contemplated pointing out exactly what he'd just screamed out for all the crowd to hear but decided to leave it and take that as the closest to an apology she would get right now.

"READY!?!?. . . GO!!!"

At Hootchs scream the both shot upwards into the game.

Flying through the air for the game Harry was revelling in the unexpected foreplay. Having Draco follow him around on the broom trying to capture the snitch filled him with a mounting joy, only partly because it felt like a built up to later activities. The wind was rustling through this hair as Harry made circles in the air with a loud laugh. The triple flip was one of his favourite twirls and he was sure Dracos would follow him through the movement easily, she was staying close in case he spotted the snitch. He didn't see Draco stop and hold her stomach. He didn't see the blond make a pained face and fly down to the ground. He missed it all thinking she was on his tail.

Draco felt a sharp pain shoot through her abdomen and was panicked for a moment before it left again. Shaking it off as imagination she was about to catch up when the pain shot through her again. Only this time it felt like a thousand icy blades cutting through muscle and flesh. Scared of falling from her broom she descended to the ground in confused pain.

Upon seeing her decent Snape started to move through the stands and towards the field. Draco was his only family not imprisoned. She was his responsibility. But much more importantly she was the closest he had ever or would ever get to a child, and as reluctant as he was to admit it he loved her with all of his heart. When he reached the edge of the crowd he spotted the blond standing in the middle of the pitch. He watched, advancing with growing dread, as she clutched her abdomen and collapsed to her knees, mouth opened in a pained groan. Half way across the pitch he looked back to see Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey slowly pushing their way through the crowd with obvious distaste. The Headmaster focused on the game as the players continued and the crowd yelled profanities at the collapsed girl.

When he reached her side he was horrified to find her legs and the grass beneath her covered in blood. The was crying hysterically on her side and screaming out in pain at irregular intervals. Kneeling beside her, Severus removed his cloak and bunched it into a ball, pressing it firmly between her legs to try and stop the vicious blood flow and she cried out for "Uncle Sev" to help her. To make it stop. He was afraid he didn't have the abilities to do so. Pressing his robe tighter he wiped and placed a kiss on her forehead. It was a shocking public display for the normally cold and distant man. But he was terrified and whispering promises as he watched the other two teachers slowly advance, McGonagall in the lead.

The wind was rushing past Harrys ears and his vision was tunnelling in on the elusive snitch. He couldn't afford to take his eyes off of the golden gleam barley visible only yards away, Draco was on his tail after all. The thought of Draco was distracting however, when Harry realised the girl hadn't made a single derogatory comment as of yet. Male Draco had always tried to deride his concentration before. Straining his ears to listen for the familiar sound of another body rushing through the air and another cloak flapping back and forth behind him Harry was somewhat shocked to find both absent. What he could hear however was the screaming boo's from the stadium. Perhaps the Slytherins were playing dirty again? He thought it was strange, but continued on.

The snitch swerved past the Ravenclaw stands and Harry diligently followed only to hear the crowd talking avidly about something other then his mad dash for the golden ball he was slowly moving further away from as his attention slipt. "Typical. . .Faker. . .Cheater. . .Malfoy. . ." and the clincher, "Bleeding" where the words he heard while swishing past. It was enough to turn his blood cold as he swivelled on his broom to see were Draco had gone with the notion looming over his head that she could be bleeding somewhere. A cluster of teachers seemed to be the crowds focal point, and past the black and disrobed form of Professor Snape Harry could see the screaming blond head of Draco Malfoy.

Panic grabbled the green eyed boy as he turned and started towards the scene, only to find his way blocked by a furious red head.

"Where the fuck do you think your going?" Ron screamed out while reaching forward to restrain his hysterical friend. "Ron let go! Something's wrong with Dra...Cory!" The freckled face darkened as the Gryffindor keeper and new captain gave out a frustrated screech, "Harry! In case you haven't noticed we're LOSING to Slytherin! With Malfoy down it's open for you to catch the snitch! We can still win!"

Harry couldn't believe his ears, he looked incredulously back at the other boy, "I don't care about the god damned game!" Harry ripped his hand away and zoomed past the clearly baffled Ron.

High in the stands Gryffindor made their displeasure well known. Amongst the screaming voices Hermoine could be heard screaming out in agitation "What is Harry DOING!! Harry!! HARRY, STAY UP THERE AND CATCH THE SNITCH!!" But the seeker ignored the mounting groans as they spotted the snitch. . . and their seeker avidly ignoring it in his decent in the opposite direction.

On the ground Professor McGonagall had finally arrived. Huffing at the absurdity she called out "Miss. Malfoy, your just like your brother! Do stop complaining! I'm sure your fine!" Until she spotted the clearly panicked face of Severus Snape and she blood gushing onto his robe under the screeching girl. McGonagall froze in shock and immediately regretted her words as Madam Pomfrey rushed past her exclaiming in horror and casting a few quick charms before levitating the still screaming girl away.

When Harry landed it was just in time to see the nurse levitate what appeared to be the badly bleeding and screaming form of his lover. He tried to run after her but found himself once again restrained. Only this time it wasn't by Ron or any other weaker student he might hope to throw off. This time it was the rather strong and much taller ex-death eater and most feared teacher to held tight to his collar, growling in undefined fury as started to drag Harry back to the castle. The seeker tried indignation, alarm, and pleads but nothing would stop the Slytherins decent to his dungeons, panicked boy in tow.