A/N: Thanks again!
Disclaimer: Sadly, no I don't own these characters. Only the ones I made up.
Over the next few days, the swelling on Malfoys face had gone way down. Nobody asked him what had happened because everybody in the school already knew.
The rest of October went by quickly and the grounds of Hogwarts school were colorful from the changing leaves falling from the trees.
November entered, meaning that Quidditch pracitice had begun. I didn't get to see Malfoy much after classes anymore because he was always at Quidditch practice. But he said the team needed the extra training for their first match against Gryffindor.
"This year we're definately going to beat them!" He had said excitedly.
I wanted to go watch them practice, but I always had school work. Every time I talked to Malfoy, though, he said that things seemed to be going good.
On the day of Slytherin's match with Gryffindor, I went to go sit at the Slytherin table with Malfoy. The whole team looked really nervous. Malfoy didn't eat anything. He sat there playing with his food. I looked at him curiously.
"Why so nervous, Draco?" I asked as I nudged him. "You have to be feeling something. It's ok if you're nervous, you know."
"Well," said Malfoy looking at me, "I do feel a little nervous. It's just that, we've never beaten Gryffindor before and I just want to so bad. I want to show Potter that he is able to lose."
"I know you'll win," I said smiling at him. He put a hand on my back and rubbed it while smiling.
"We'd better be heading on down to the pitch," said Malfoy. "The match starts in a bit." He stood up.
"Ok. See you later!" I said. Malfoy bent down and kissed me. Him and the rest of the team walked off.
"Good luck!" I called after them.
A few minutes later I went up to my dormitory to get the Slytherin scarf that Malfoy let me barrow to wear. I also grabbed a Slytherin flag. Then I went down to the game.
I stood in the Ravenclaw section with my Slytherin stuff. Most of the Ravenclaws were cheering for Gryffindor. But I was so proud of Malfoy. He was so determined to beat Gryffindor and I really thought he could do it.
All of a sudden the whole stadium erupted in cheers as both teams stepped out onto the field. I spotted Malfoy immediately. He was the only Slytherin with blonde hair. I watched as Madame Hooch talked to both teams. Then Harry and Malfoy walked up to shake hands. It looked as if they were trying to break each other's fingers off. Even from a distance I could see deep loathing in each of their eyes. They hated each other with a passion, probably even more this year.
Madame Hooch blew her whistle and the players were off. They were flying so fast that they looked like red and green smears in the sky.
I spotted Malfoy a few seconds later. He was searching around for the Snitch. Gryffindor had the Quaffle and was headed down field.
"Come on! Stop it!" I whispered. The Gryffindor Chaser was Ginny and she threw the Quaffle towards the goal. The Slytherin Keeper dove for it but missed. Gryffindor scored 10 points.
"Oh come on!" I said softly.
Slytherin had the Quaffle now. They made it down to the posts and threw it. With luck, Ron missed it and it went through. All the Slytherins were cheering and so was I, waving my little green and silver flag. Some of the Ravenclaws looked at me funny.
Suddenly there was a huge gasp from the crowd. I looked to see what was going on.
At the far end of the field I saw Harry and Malfoy, both in a dive. They each had their hand reached out, ready to grab something. The whole stadium went silent. I held my breath, waiting.
They both pulled out of the dive quickly. One person had their hand up clutching the Snitch.
A/N: Sorry that the Quidditch game was short. I didn't want it to be boring. And again, I apolagise for this being short. Don't kill me!