AUTHOR'S NOTE This chapter is where it's made clear that this is a movie-verse fic. It is based on the events of the Quidditch match in the film. Oliver's broom is shattered by the bludger, the two Seekers race through the trench thing by the field; it's all in the movie. In the book, this is the game in the pouring rain, which is the difference. Also, I make a mention the year past when Oliver is knocked out by a bludger from Marcus Flint. This also only happens in the movie version of Sorcerer's Stone.

Thanks as always to Em and Lauren…I love my betas!

DISCLAIMER I wish I owned Draco…and Oliver…*innocent grin* But…I don't. All I own is Draco's little girlfriend. And her family. And her friend. Yeah.

For the next several days, Michelle and Diana didn't talk much. Diana was preoccupied with Oliver and Michelle really had no desire to get her older sister's attention.

She never bothered to ask Malfoy about his family relations with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. She told herself that there was no way it could be true, but part of her was afraid of the real answer.

The fall started getting cooler. As the Quidditch season began, Michelle hardly ever saw Draco except at meals. The Slytherin captain, Marcus Flint, while no Oliver Wood, ran long and harsh practices.

Michelle and Miranda went through their days going to classes, doing homework, and experimenting with magic. Because of her talent in Charms, Michelle grew adept with the Lumos charm, as well as various Locking, Unlocking, and Silencing charms. She often went to the library, as she was teaching herself about sense charms: vision-enhancing, deafening, etc.

As much as Michelle enjoyed learning and teaching herself magic, the days grew long and boring with Draco always gone. Flint didn't allow anyone to watch practices, for fear of Gryffindor spies, so Michelle never got to watch Draco fly.

On the other hand, this made upcoming Quidditch games much anticipated. The whole school turned out for big games, cheering for their own teams and usually against Slytherin. But that didn't bother Michelle anymore.

Gryffindor versus Slytherin was the biggest game of each year and this year the stands were full. Slytherin's winning streak had been broken last year when a first year had been made Seeker. Granted it was Harry Potter, world famous wizard-in-training who was the Gryffindor Seeker, but Slytherin was not accustomed to losing.

Diana looked worried. She was sitting with the Gryffindors of course, but Michelle could see her through her field glasses. Everyone brought field glasses to Quidditch games.

Michelle knew why her sister was worried. In the first game against Slytherin last year, Oliver had been knocked unconscious by a bludger sent his way by Marcus Flint. He'd been in the hospital wing for days. Draco had told her all about it, sneering through the whole story.

At the moment, Draco was hovering about the game action, watching for the Golden Snitch. Michelle gazed at him adoringly. She could hardly believe that she had found someone like him.

"Draco's really cute!" Miranda whispered to Michelle. Michelle just giggled and nodded.

"Me 'n Goyle are going down to get somethin' ta eat. Want anything?" Crabbe, Draco's friend and psuedo-bodyguard, asked the girls. Draco had left him and Goyle (his second burly friend) to watch Michelle and protect her if she needed it.

"No thanks," Miranda replied. Michelle shook her head and Crabbe and Goyle left.

Suddenly Miranda pointed to Draco. "Look!"

Draco and Harry Potter seemed to be having a face-off. While they argued, a speck of gold flashed behind Draco's head. Miranda saw it. She grabbed Michelle's arm and whispered, "The Snitch!"

Apparently, Harry saw it too. He sped past Draco, who immediately followed. The two, while attempting to knock each other off of their brooms, followed the Snitch down through the infrastructure of the stands out of sight.

Spectators stood up, trying to find the two Seekers. To Michelle's horror, all she saw was a speeding bludger bouncing through after the two. A quick scan of the field showed Oliver standing on the ground over his shattered broomstick – also a victim of the crazed black ball.

Neither Seeker could be seen for a few moments. The crowd was quiet, waiting for a sign of Harry or Draco. Even the other players had slowed their part of the game to search for their Seekers.

No one had long to wait. With a horrific wooden crash, Draco flew out of the infrastructure, obviously thrown from his broom. He landed hard on the pitch and lay there still.

Terrified, Michelle ran down out of the stands towards ground level. Miranda followed close behind, also worried for Draco.

By the time they reached the ground, the game was over. Harry lay injured on the ground a ways away from Draco, the Snitch clasped in his uninjured hand. Michelle ran onto the field to where Draco lay.

"Draco! Oh, are you okay?" Michelle reached out to touch his cheek, but he batted her hand away.

"What happened to Potter?"
"He's over there," Miranda said, pointing.

Draco laughed as he saw Harry lying in pain on the ground. "Good."

Michelle had also looked to where the other Seeker lay on the grass. His whole team was hovering over him, as well as other students, Hagrid, and Professor Lockhart.

'Everyone really seem to care about this boy,' she thought. 'No one cares that much about Draco…'

"Michelle!"

Shaking her head a little, she turned back to her boyfriend. "What?"

"I asked you, are you coming to the hospital wing with me?"

"I'm sorry. Of course I'm coming."

Professor Snape was there, helping Draco to his feet. With one more glance to Harry and his entourage, Michelle followed into the hospital wing, full of questions that had no answers.

Katie Yeah, I know Draco wouldn't probably go for a younger person, and there is the whole thing of his betrothal to Pansy, but I'm ignoring that for the sake of this fic. That probably makes it a little AU, but that's okay!