A/N: I do not own anything. All characters are owned by J.K. Rowling.

Chapter 6

The day of the match dawned dark and gray. Clouds loomed threateningly overhead.

Draco awoke with Cho rudely shaking him.

"Huh? Wha-?" Draco mumbled, still half asleep.

"Sleepy head! Come on! You're late! The match is about to start!" Cho said.

Draco opened his eyes. Ch was standing over Cho was standing over him in her royal blue quidditch robes.

"The match! The match!" Draco was fully awake now. He jumped up and headed for the bathroom.

He quickly changed into his green and silver quidditch robes, and grabbed his Nimbus 2500.

"I grabbed some toast for you," Cho said, shoving a stack of toast at Draco.

"Thanks," Draco said, gratefully accepting the toast and started eating it.

Cho sat on her bed watching Draco. "You know you're cute when you're flustered"

"Huh?"

"Erm, nothing," Cho couldn't believe she just said that out loud.

Draco finished his toast. "Come on, let's go," he said and headed for the door. Cho followed suit.

Slytherin was up by twenty points.

Cho circled over the field, while the spectators cheered her on. She eventually spotted the snitch near the bottom of the middle goalpost and dived toward it.

She expected to have the feel of the snitch in her hand, and is surprised when Draco knocked roughly to the side. Her side throbbed in pain where Draco had knocked into it. The knock had thrown her off course.

She heard the displeased roar of the crowd.

But soon she is back on his tail, pursuing his white blond head as they weaved through obstacles.

They reached some open space and she gave her broom a little burst of speed.

Cho was now shoulder to shoulder with Draco. He didn't look like he noticed that Cho had caught up. His attention was completely focused on capturing the snitch.

Cho wondered what had gotten into him. Surely all this determination cannot be for just winning the game! This was a totally different Draco from the one she had come to know over the weeks.

The both see the glint of the snitch ahead, and they both plunge ahead, neck and neck.

Whenever Cho gets too far into Draco's space, he had no qualms whatsoever about correcting her by physical means. The sides of Cho's body were going to be black and blue later.

The deafening roar of the crowd barely registers on Cho's mind, but she does notice vaguely that everyone was standing up and craning their necks to see Chang and Malfoy battle for the win.

This motivated Cho and she sped up, eventually pulled ahead of Draco and deftly caught the snitch.

The slithering contingent of spectators visibly deflated. Everyone else was cheering loudly.

"Ravenclaw win with 180 points!" Lee Jordan announced.

Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy, was there on the field to meet Draco as he landed. It had started raining heavily.

"Draco," he greeted curtly.

"Father"

"You have disappointed me, Draco," Lucius Malfoy wasted no words. "What do you have to say?"

Draco ignored his father and started to walk off the field, but Lucius held him firmly in place.

"Have I thought you nothing, son? Do not walk away from me when I am speaking, it is insufferably rude!"

Draco sighed.

"I understand that there is a ball coming up," Lucius said. "Who have you asked?"

"Not going," Draco mumbled, looking at the ground, tugging his arm back from his father's iron clad grip.

"Tsk, tsk... Is that a hint of disappointment in your voice? Tell me! Who did you ask?"

Draco didn't answer. Instead, he stared at the back of Cho's slowly retreating figure as she walked off the field towards the dressing rooms. His father saw the loning and pain in his eyes.

"You asked her? The girl who just beat you?" Lucius exclaimed. "She beat you and she's Asian, Draco, please understand that. Not pure British like us. Obviously not good enough for you."

"She rejected me anyway. She's going with Potter," Draco said bitterly.

"She is? Is that so..." Lucius said, digesting this piece of news.

Draco nodded.

"Aah... Why don't you ask your ex-girlfriend, Alexa McDoug? She's very nice, I don't see why you broke up with her in the first place!"

"NO!" Draco protested.

"Either you ask her or ask Pansy Parkinson," Lucius said. "I will be watching you, Draco" and he stomped off the field, he had something else to do before he left.