Title: Scelto Per Qualcosa
Author: Innocence
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Thanks: wildchild8, Baby Goo Goo 2, pril(x2), Rayzee, Hannah, someone, Abigail, killing-dance(x2), Kelsey, whitewolf628.
Killing-dance – Thanks for your two reviews. And you're right it should be pounds, I'm just a very stupid American and cannot imagine not using dollars. I am so obsessed with Draco/Harry! And it is an honor to be the only non-D/H fic on you list *sweeping curtsey*.
Kelsey – Gasp! You don't like D/H! Oh well, but I don't like Ron/Hermione either, so I'm with you there. I have taken your advice and stopped with the Algebra (not that I ever started). This MP, right now I have a 67%, wow!
Thank you again to everyone who reviewed. I have no excuse for not updating this time, just the lack of will power to actually do something other then sleep. But I promise next time it won't be more then a week. If I don't flame me, then lynch me *winces and wonders if she should take that back*. If you want to check for updates I'm planning on putting them in my new Live Journal so you can check there, Addiction Through Unreality. On with the story!
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"Hermione, wake up!" Ginny bounced up and down on her knees at the foot of Hermione's bed, throwing the scarlet and gold coverings every which way. Slowly, Hermione opened one eye to a slit, giving the energetic Weasley sister the uni-glare.
"What do you want?" Hermione grumbled, and closed her eye again, snuggling down farther into her rumpled blankets.
"Are you crazy! We have to get down to the pitch. How late did you stay up anyway? We're going to miss it!" Ginny bounced again, before a Gryffindor pillow – with a Gryffindor hand attached to it – smacked her in the face.
"What are we going to miss, Ginny?" She rolled over and looked at Ginny's flushed-with-excitement face.
"The Gryffindor/Slytherin game! How could you forget," Ginny breathed, exasperated, "Everyone's only been talking about it FOREVER! We are so going to kill them, hybrid seeker or not!"
Hermione rolled her eyes, but all the same, pushed back the covers and headed for the bathroom. "And hurry up!" Ginny called over her shoulder. Hermione just rolled her eyes. She honestly didn't see the fascination that everyone had with quidditch. She was as team-spirited as the next Gryffindor, but studying was her priority. Having her two best friends on the house team didn't help her keep studying her number one, either.
Ron had made the team in their fifth year, taking Oliver Wood's place as keeper. At first he had sucked, but gradually gotten better. By this year he had gotten pretty good, but still no where near Wood standards.
Hermione glanced at her reflection, and scrunched up her brow at the standard gold and red scarf draped around her neck and plain Hogwarts uniform.
'What about Draco?' The thought flashed through her mind along with her mental image of Tiny Draco under Cruciatus. Hermione sighed and ran a brush through her sleep matted hair. She probably knew more then he did about Faruiza and his mother's past. Judging by the lack of contact Draco and Faruiza had had (that she knew of) he hadn't had much of a chance to find out.
Hermione pulled back her hair in two Muggle scrunchies, it always took two to hold back her wildly curly hair. Carefully she pointed her wand at the hair ties and murmured, "Corlificus emaldo ed selviro." The hair ties instantaneously sported sparkling Slytherin green and silver.
"I have to show him support," she reasoned to herself out loud, and smoothed her grey pleated skirt. She checked her reflection once more before bounding out the door and down the stairs to meet Ginny.
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"Draco," A cold voice drawled from behind the Slytherin seeker. He turned on his heel, soft strands of blonde falling into his silver eyes. He was greeted with the criticizing, empty eyes of his father.
"Father," Draco amended, his own voice laced with ice.
Lucius Malfoy leveled his gaze, his vacant leaden eyes obviously expressing his distaste for his son's tone of voice, "I received news of your…unfortunate incident. I was involved in some very important conferences and was not able to respond."
Draco raised his eyebrow. His father's priorities: Number One – Himself, Number Two – His Master, and somewhere down the line was his one and only son. It was apparent that the 'important conferences' involved both One and Two. Attending to and serving his master to save his own ass from being fried. Never you mind that his son was almost killed!
"So you decided to come watch my match?" Draco asked, not really expecting a yes.
"Please Draco, I have more important matters to attend to,' Lucius replied with a regal air that covered up the fact that it was more of a thing a thirteen year old would say. Lucius took a quick glance around the deserted locker room. Draco caught the subtle hint – Voldemort business.
"Of course," Draco sneered. Why would my father care anyway. He shouldered his broom and pushed open the door to the pitch, leaving his father alone in the empty locker room.
Lucius was used to that sort of insolence and he just stopped caring about that sort of thing. It was the bigger disobedience that tended to get Draco punishment.
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"Captains shake hands!" Madame Hooch addressed Potter and Malfoy. The boys reluctantly clasped hands. Draco gripped a little harder then necessary, letting his vampire strength cut off the circulation of blood to Potter's fingers for a second. Harry winced and Draco smirked at his successful second attempt at vampire strength. The first being when he threw Crabbe and Goyle out of the dormitory.
"Mount your brooms, and UP!" Draco kicked off hard, catapulting himself into the air, soaring higher then everyone, even Potter. The chill air rushed through his hair, blowing the loose, platinum strands every which way. And he didn't care, for once it didn't matter that his perfect hair was astray.
His senses were heightened to the ultimate limit, and he was first starting to notice it at that altitude. He could see everything. His vampire senses were definitely going to come in handy. His vision was very sharp, he could see his father in the stands, and the tiny golden Snitch fluttering out of Madame Hooch's hands and shot into the distance.
He could see Potter's eyes trained on the Snitch, and he smirked. I'm going to win this one.
"Welcome Hogwarts students to the Gryffindor/Slytherin quidditch match!" Seamus Finnigan shouted into the magically enhanced microphone. The students roared in reply. "Gryffindor will be kicking some serious Slytherin as…butt," Seamus thundered, trying to cover up his almost cuss, with McGonagall glaring at him.
The Slytherin's boos far outnumbered the Gryffindor's screams.
The game dragged on forever, neither team's offense being able to get around the others defense, and the game was in a dead lock. Fifty to fifty. The Snitch had yet to show itself, and Potter was getting frantic, Draco could sense it.
Then Potter spiraled, fast, much to fast for a regular Wronskei Feint. Draco dived after him, quickly pulling up almost right beside him. Potter glanced uncertainly at him to the side, but Draco kept his eyes trained on the gold flicker that stopped to hover for a second.
Potter swooped quickly, easily getting underneath Draco and his broom, mere feet from the Snitch.
This isn't happening! Draco's mind screamed, but he shut it off. He could feel the lukewarm blood in his veins surge and he could feel his body chill down and he let his impulses take over.
He let his leg swing over the side of his broom, dismounting in mid-air and letting himself plummet. The crowd let out a collective gasp. The air swirled around him, but he didn't feel like he was falling. Honestly he felt like he was floating or drifting, all except for the fact that he was rapidly approaching the Snitch.
His arm shot out easily, and Harry Potter's eyes bulged out of his head. He snatched at the now moving wisp of gold, and felt the solid ball encased in his fingers. He felt his lips curl into a smile, a genuine smile. It didn't fade as he saw the ground rapidly approaching ground. He kept the instinct flowing in through his body, and bent his knees slightly, waiting for impact.
The ground pressed harshly into the balls of his feet as his landed heavily on the earth. His knees bent and he went down into a crouch on landing, one leather gloved hand splayed out in front of him the other clutching the Snitch tightly to his chest.
"Draco Malfoy has caught the Snitch!?" Seamus yelled over the intercom in disbelief. Slytherin erupted into cheers. "Malfoy attempted suicide and got lucky on two counts!" The Irish boy screamed in retaliation to the Slytherin cries of triumph.
In a matter of seconds the pitch grounds were swarming with students from all houses.
"You won Draco!" Blaise shouted as he came up next to Draco.
"And you doubted me?" He feigned hurt and pouted but it lost the affect as his grin shown through.
"Of course not, we all knew you were biding your time for a spectacular win," Blaise nodded at someone behind Draco's shoulder and he turned to look. Granger was approaching him through the throngs of people milling around him. And what surprised him was that she was smiling.
"Draco!" She called as she approached. He took a hold of her arm and pulled her free of the crowd, "Thanks," She smiled even brighter. For a second he was caught up in the smoothness of her skin, with his vampire senses he could feel it even through the cloth of her shirt. Gently he let her arm fall from his grasp, and instantly felt the loss of warmth from her skin.
"Congratulations,"
Draco raised an eyebrow, "You're not here to yell at me for beating your precious Potter?"
Hermione glared at him, and sighed, "Of course not," She flipped her ponytail, and Draco grinned. Green and silver, "I came prepared for today, besides Harry needs to lose once and a while. It keeps him on his toes." They looked over to where a shell-shocked Potter was being consoled by the Gryffindor team and house. Several people were shooting nasty looks at Draco and Hermione.
"I better get back over there," She sighed and turned to gaze up at Draco, caramel eyes glinting in the light. Slowly she slipped her hand into his and gave it a slight squeeze.
"See you tomorrow, Granger," He smirked and she shook her head. She pulled her hand out of his.
"Always, Malfoy, always," He missed the warmth again.
Somewhere up in the stands a pair of cold eyes flared with anger, and a pale fist tightened its grip around the silver top of a cane. It was just as he thought and he was going to put a stop to it.
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