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The Games of Life
Chapter 6
Darkness, that's the first thing Harry noticed when he regained his conscience. He opened his eyes slowly, the ceiling blurry at first but then came into perfect view. He was in the infirmary, he was too familiar with it by now. He shifted slightly and pain hit him, rushing through his body and he regretted moving, groaning painfully.
"Harry?"
He heard Ron's voice and a second later his curtains were drawn to find Ron's worried face staring at him.
"How are you mate? I was so worried!" he said "I didn't want to wake you so I stayed outside" he sat on the bed, adding to its weight and nudging Harry slightly, which reminded him of his aching body.
"How long have I been sleeping?" asked Harry.
"Well, since yesterday, after um the incident, you managed to break some things and they gave you the healing potion to regrow your bones and you slept through most of today"
"What time is it now?"
"Its about 7 pm, you've slept quite a lot"
"Oh . . .Wait, what about Draco?"
"That worthless git left this morning, surprisingly enough he wasn't hurt that badly which makes me very suspicious, I bet you anything he set this whole thing up!"
"About the Quidditch match, Ron -"
"I mean you should have seen him flying yesterday, I'm telling you he was concentrating more on you than on the snitch"
"Ron, who got the snitch?"
"Even Hermione thought so, his flying looked very suspicious to me, I kept telling her something bad was going to happen"
"Ron, who got the snitch?"
"That stupid bastard had to try and prove something, I mean, you always win and he just doesn't get that you're better than him-"
"Ron, who got the snitch?!"
"And when I looked through my binoculars I swear to you I saw you reach for it and touch it, I swear to you I saw you touch it first but then the cheating blond bastard-"
"RON!!!" shouted Harry furiously.
"What?" said Ron avoiding Harry's gaze.
"Who got the snitch?"
"Well, I'm telling you he cheated, there is no way he can beat you, I mean, you're the greatest seeker ever!"
"Ron! Just answer my god damn question and stop playing around!"
Ron blushed slightly and said as if afraid to hurt something fragile "well . . . um . . . Draco"
Harry bolted straight agape, ignoring the pain stirring through him. This could not be happening. Was this some kind of a sick joke? Was he the only one who thought this wasn't funny at all?
"Listen, Harry" Ron said putting his hand on Harry's shoulder. "I'm sure-"
"Ron" Harry stopped him, "I need some time with myself, okay?"
Ron looked at Harry apologetically as if this whole thing was his fault and nodded weakly, he got up closing the curtains and left the infirmary.
Harry fell back, his heart pounding in his chest. He lost. He lost.
"I lost," he said to himself quietly as if needing to hear himself say it to believe it.
It seemed so unreal. It seemed so not right. He lost.
He lost to Slytherin. He lost for his team. He didn't earn any house points. He disappointed everyone. He lost respect. He lost his name. He lost the bet . . .
He said the word so many times that it seemed to lose its meaning . . . his heart seemed to ache more than his body.
Was that a sign to his conceitedness? Did he expect to win all the time? No. He just didn't expect this.
Harry slowly drifted to a restless sleep and the last thing he thought about before his mind shut down was Draco . . .
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Harry opened his eyes lazily. He was full of energy that he really didn't want to use. His curtains were drawn and his clothes were folded on the bed next to him. He guessed he could go now.
He got up slowly, his face void of emotion and he dressed up, taking his time as one that didn't really need it.
He looked at the mirror and dark uninviting eyes were staring back at him. He tried to force a smile on his face but his muscles gave way as though they forgot how to work. He should stop lying to himself, he thought.
It was 9 o'clock and the first class of the day was underway, he was thankful for that. He didn't think he could bear spending time in class when he felt this miserable. He really didn't care how people would react he just hated pretending that everything was okay, and he knew that he would have to do just that when he'll get to class so that no one will ask him if he's okay or give him a pity look like he lost a leg and tried walking on his hands.
He got to the Gryffindor tower without bumping into anyone. The common room was empty too. He wasn't tired at all and he decided there was no point of staying indoors. He got to his room and grabbed his broom. Flying seemed as a necessity at this moment, the only thing that will help him forget.
He hurried out, his broom under his arm, careful not to come across a teacher or Mrs. Norris. He exited the great doors, his walking turned into running, and he ran until he saw the Quidditch pitch getting closer and closer until he finally got there. He stood catching his breath, looking around. It was empty just like he hoped it would be. He hopped on his broom and shot upward. The cold air that stung his face made him forget and he welcomed it with a smile. It was such a rush for him, flying so fast leaving everything on the ground, he concentrated on his swift moves around the pitch. His cheeks flushed from the cold bitter wind and his eyes bright green with determination.
Lovely.
Draco said that to himself as he sat there watching Harry fly. He didn't go to class this morning because he was excused; after all crashing into the ground has to have some benefits, right? He came to sit behind the stands, enjoying the cool weather. Than he heard someone running and then panting. He raised his head to see who it was.
Potter.
A smile spread across his face, the kind of smile that came with bad intentions. Then potter began flying on his broom and Draco had to admit that he really was a good flyer. He wasn't elegant or graceful in his flying, but he was swift, determined and so engrossed in it that it seemed that nothing could distract him. He was gripping his broom tightly maneuvering it with great skill and Draco gulped.
Was he turned on? He was horrified at that and he shut his eyes trying to push away the last image he saw from his mind.
When he opened his eyes again Harry was gone.
Draco didn't bother to look around. No point, really. Life was good for Draco Malfoy and nothing could ruin it, not even The Boy Who Lived.
A/N- Is this too short for you? Yes, you should blame me for this . . . I just feel that lately I'm under a lot of pressure from everything so my time is limited for writing which makes me really angry because my favorite thing to do write . . . I just wanted to post something for you guys . . .
Once again thanks to all those who reviewed my story:
PrincessJCWR- I hope you like this chapter!! ;p
Shadafakup- lol yes, I developed a tendency to listen to you advice since its very helpful, I thought about doing two versions of the outcome but then I don't have time to do it so I chose the unexpected . . . sort of . . . thank you for reading my story and I hope you like this chapter!! :)
MyGildedCage- you brought a really good point up with Draco!! I'm glad you like my story ^.^
The Games of Life
Chapter 6
Darkness, that's the first thing Harry noticed when he regained his conscience. He opened his eyes slowly, the ceiling blurry at first but then came into perfect view. He was in the infirmary, he was too familiar with it by now. He shifted slightly and pain hit him, rushing through his body and he regretted moving, groaning painfully.
"Harry?"
He heard Ron's voice and a second later his curtains were drawn to find Ron's worried face staring at him.
"How are you mate? I was so worried!" he said "I didn't want to wake you so I stayed outside" he sat on the bed, adding to its weight and nudging Harry slightly, which reminded him of his aching body.
"How long have I been sleeping?" asked Harry.
"Well, since yesterday, after um the incident, you managed to break some things and they gave you the healing potion to regrow your bones and you slept through most of today"
"What time is it now?"
"Its about 7 pm, you've slept quite a lot"
"Oh . . .Wait, what about Draco?"
"That worthless git left this morning, surprisingly enough he wasn't hurt that badly which makes me very suspicious, I bet you anything he set this whole thing up!"
"About the Quidditch match, Ron -"
"I mean you should have seen him flying yesterday, I'm telling you he was concentrating more on you than on the snitch"
"Ron, who got the snitch?"
"Even Hermione thought so, his flying looked very suspicious to me, I kept telling her something bad was going to happen"
"Ron, who got the snitch?"
"That stupid bastard had to try and prove something, I mean, you always win and he just doesn't get that you're better than him-"
"Ron, who got the snitch?!"
"And when I looked through my binoculars I swear to you I saw you reach for it and touch it, I swear to you I saw you touch it first but then the cheating blond bastard-"
"RON!!!" shouted Harry furiously.
"What?" said Ron avoiding Harry's gaze.
"Who got the snitch?"
"Well, I'm telling you he cheated, there is no way he can beat you, I mean, you're the greatest seeker ever!"
"Ron! Just answer my god damn question and stop playing around!"
Ron blushed slightly and said as if afraid to hurt something fragile "well . . . um . . . Draco"
Harry bolted straight agape, ignoring the pain stirring through him. This could not be happening. Was this some kind of a sick joke? Was he the only one who thought this wasn't funny at all?
"Listen, Harry" Ron said putting his hand on Harry's shoulder. "I'm sure-"
"Ron" Harry stopped him, "I need some time with myself, okay?"
Ron looked at Harry apologetically as if this whole thing was his fault and nodded weakly, he got up closing the curtains and left the infirmary.
Harry fell back, his heart pounding in his chest. He lost. He lost.
"I lost," he said to himself quietly as if needing to hear himself say it to believe it.
It seemed so unreal. It seemed so not right. He lost.
He lost to Slytherin. He lost for his team. He didn't earn any house points. He disappointed everyone. He lost respect. He lost his name. He lost the bet . . .
He said the word so many times that it seemed to lose its meaning . . . his heart seemed to ache more than his body.
Was that a sign to his conceitedness? Did he expect to win all the time? No. He just didn't expect this.
Harry slowly drifted to a restless sleep and the last thing he thought about before his mind shut down was Draco . . .
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Harry opened his eyes lazily. He was full of energy that he really didn't want to use. His curtains were drawn and his clothes were folded on the bed next to him. He guessed he could go now.
He got up slowly, his face void of emotion and he dressed up, taking his time as one that didn't really need it.
He looked at the mirror and dark uninviting eyes were staring back at him. He tried to force a smile on his face but his muscles gave way as though they forgot how to work. He should stop lying to himself, he thought.
It was 9 o'clock and the first class of the day was underway, he was thankful for that. He didn't think he could bear spending time in class when he felt this miserable. He really didn't care how people would react he just hated pretending that everything was okay, and he knew that he would have to do just that when he'll get to class so that no one will ask him if he's okay or give him a pity look like he lost a leg and tried walking on his hands.
He got to the Gryffindor tower without bumping into anyone. The common room was empty too. He wasn't tired at all and he decided there was no point of staying indoors. He got to his room and grabbed his broom. Flying seemed as a necessity at this moment, the only thing that will help him forget.
He hurried out, his broom under his arm, careful not to come across a teacher or Mrs. Norris. He exited the great doors, his walking turned into running, and he ran until he saw the Quidditch pitch getting closer and closer until he finally got there. He stood catching his breath, looking around. It was empty just like he hoped it would be. He hopped on his broom and shot upward. The cold air that stung his face made him forget and he welcomed it with a smile. It was such a rush for him, flying so fast leaving everything on the ground, he concentrated on his swift moves around the pitch. His cheeks flushed from the cold bitter wind and his eyes bright green with determination.
Lovely.
Draco said that to himself as he sat there watching Harry fly. He didn't go to class this morning because he was excused; after all crashing into the ground has to have some benefits, right? He came to sit behind the stands, enjoying the cool weather. Than he heard someone running and then panting. He raised his head to see who it was.
Potter.
A smile spread across his face, the kind of smile that came with bad intentions. Then potter began flying on his broom and Draco had to admit that he really was a good flyer. He wasn't elegant or graceful in his flying, but he was swift, determined and so engrossed in it that it seemed that nothing could distract him. He was gripping his broom tightly maneuvering it with great skill and Draco gulped.
Was he turned on? He was horrified at that and he shut his eyes trying to push away the last image he saw from his mind.
When he opened his eyes again Harry was gone.
Draco didn't bother to look around. No point, really. Life was good for Draco Malfoy and nothing could ruin it, not even The Boy Who Lived.
A/N- Is this too short for you? Yes, you should blame me for this . . . I just feel that lately I'm under a lot of pressure from everything so my time is limited for writing which makes me really angry because my favorite thing to do write . . . I just wanted to post something for you guys . . .
Once again thanks to all those who reviewed my story:
PrincessJCWR- I hope you like this chapter!! ;p
Shadafakup- lol yes, I developed a tendency to listen to you advice since its very helpful, I thought about doing two versions of the outcome but then I don't have time to do it so I chose the unexpected . . . sort of . . . thank you for reading my story and I hope you like this chapter!! :)
MyGildedCage- you brought a really good point up with Draco!! I'm glad you like my story ^.^