Seeker's Game
Chapter 2. Ponder
Damn that Potter. Every single bloody time he'd manage to catch it. I was only a hair away from it this time. I shouldn't have let it get away from me. Father will surely be upset. Though not nearly as upset as he'd be if he ever found out the real reason for my iniquities.
A golden flicker of light caught my eye. Harry Potter was over by the Gryffindor stands surrounded by a mass of scarlet and gold, cheering him on for the hero that he was. Even from this distance I could see his face drawn in that smile that was so characteristic of him. So-dare I say it? Charming. Yes, in fact, quite so. Enough that he is the only one that would cause me to ever make use of such a revolting romance novel word.
Still circling around the pitch I watched him. I had yet to land. Better later than sooner; I'd rather not see the faces of my teammates. I had lost the game yet again for them. Oh dear, what a bloody disappointment. It's not as if they haven't got enough things to pretentiously gloat about anyway. They are Slytherins after all. And who better to lead a bunch of crude, cunning, Death Eater children than I?
"You coming, Malfoy?"
Aah, the always notoriously annoying Montague. I might have known.
"Keep your jock strap on you git. I'm coming."
An appropriate response, indeed, if I do say so myself.
I pointed my Nimbus towards the earth, marveling at the lush, green grass the whole trip down. Images of certain other shades of green floated into my mind. I landed gracefully, as was always my manner, jogging lightly into the confines of the locker rooms, behind a flurry of scarlet robes.
Chapter 2. Ponder
Damn that Potter. Every single bloody time he'd manage to catch it. I was only a hair away from it this time. I shouldn't have let it get away from me. Father will surely be upset. Though not nearly as upset as he'd be if he ever found out the real reason for my iniquities.
A golden flicker of light caught my eye. Harry Potter was over by the Gryffindor stands surrounded by a mass of scarlet and gold, cheering him on for the hero that he was. Even from this distance I could see his face drawn in that smile that was so characteristic of him. So-dare I say it? Charming. Yes, in fact, quite so. Enough that he is the only one that would cause me to ever make use of such a revolting romance novel word.
Still circling around the pitch I watched him. I had yet to land. Better later than sooner; I'd rather not see the faces of my teammates. I had lost the game yet again for them. Oh dear, what a bloody disappointment. It's not as if they haven't got enough things to pretentiously gloat about anyway. They are Slytherins after all. And who better to lead a bunch of crude, cunning, Death Eater children than I?
"You coming, Malfoy?"
Aah, the always notoriously annoying Montague. I might have known.
"Keep your jock strap on you git. I'm coming."
An appropriate response, indeed, if I do say so myself.
I pointed my Nimbus towards the earth, marveling at the lush, green grass the whole trip down. Images of certain other shades of green floated into my mind. I landed gracefully, as was always my manner, jogging lightly into the confines of the locker rooms, behind a flurry of scarlet robes.