The noise around the quidditch pitch was becoming almost unbearable. Viviel
shivered in her cloak, making her Slytherin scarf tighter around her neck
to that she could stay warm. Atleast it wasn't too windy, she thought
to herself. She heartedly wished the sun would peek through the clouds, however.
It was an overcast, which Draco had claimed was good quidditch condititions
for Janurary, but would could be alot warmer if the snow was melted.
"Slytherin score!" said Anthony Goldstien with a groan. The Ravenclaw seventh year had taken over for announcer two years ago when the Gryffindor announcer had graduated. Viviel cheered loudly along with the rest of the Slytherin crowd; the rest of the students booed. "But Varren catches the quaffle and takes it back up the pitch to the Slytherin end! So, it's 80-30 to Slytherin!"
Viviel squinted up the green robed player that was circling above the pitch. Draco had seen the snitch once before, but had been knocked off his path by a bludger from the offending team. She knew his eyes would be darting around, so that he could find the small golden ball before the Hufflepuff Seeker did.
"Aaaaand Varren drops the quaffle, poor lad, it's alright! It's caught by Zabini of Slytherin, who loops a Hufflepuff chaser, can't see who, and headed straight for the goals!"
They had already been standing out in the freezing stands for a very long time. Viviel could tell she wasn't the only one who was contemplating going back inside. But she had promised Draco she'd stay out there and watch the entire game. It was going quite well, and if the team kept up the good work, Viviel knew there'd be an enormous celebration in the common room that evening.
"Zabini is hit by a bludger! Oh, that looked like it hurt! Good job, Zeller! Zeller of Hufflepuff, charming lass. And it's caught by- wait! Summerby and Malfoy have dived! It looks like the snitch's been seen!" yelled Goldstien into his microphone.
The entire crowd held it's breathe as the two Seekers spend neck-to-neck towards the dot of gold that was lurking a mere two foot from the snowy ground. Silence reigned for all of three seconds, and then Draco pulled up, his arm stretched out in triumph.
"And that's game! Malfoy's caught the snitch-" there was many groans and boos from the Gryffindor crowd nearby "- which makes the score 230-30 to Slytherin, bringing Slytherin into second place for the Quidditch cup." shouted the announcer, obviously chagrined.
Slytherin supporters took over the field, overwhelming the team and hoisting them up on their shoulders, Draco prominent among them.Viviel took her time, knowing she'd congradulate him later back in the dungeons. She walked past a group of Gryffindors, seeing Finnigan collecting some money from his classmates. A closer look found Potter handing over two galleons and Finnigan walking away with a wink and a wave.
He bet against Hufflepuff? A Gryffindor actually was confident that Slytherin would win? thought Viviel, stunned at this piece of news. But something else tickled her about it. Draco's going to be pleased Potter lost money on this game.
She smiled grimly to herself as she walked behind the green and silver clad crowd back through the Great Hall and down the staircases to the common room.
Slytherins were hanging off of banisters and sitting on tables all evening long, rejoicing and partying alongside the team. Draco was once again sitting among his friends, laughing and joking, eyes sparkling with happiness. Zabini was doing some impersonations of Summerby trying to pull up out of his dive before skidding to a halt in the snow. She didn't find it to funny, as she had checked it with Madam Pomfrey who was tending to Summerby's head cold.
Ignoring the noise, Viviel crept her way around the dozens of students cramped in the common room to Draco's side. She put a cup of pumpkin juice in his hand. He looked up at her in surprise; no one else seemed to notice because they were too busy laughing at Zabini.
"Congradulations." she said.
Draco grinned at her and made room on the couch for her to sit. She hesitated, but he finally grabbed her wrist and pulled her down next to him.
"You came to the game?" he asked happily.
"It was a wonderful catch." Viviel said, beaming at him. "The best game I've ever seen."
"I was hoping to see you among everyone else, but when I didn't see you, I almost thought you were back here, nose in a book." Draco teased, a sorrowful look on his face that he hadn't seen her at the game.
She grinned. "I came, just for you. By the way, Potter lost two galleons to Finnigan. He was betting Hufflepuff won."
Draco crowed with delight and hugged her. "You don't know how much that makes this better." he told her.
"It can't get any better than this, can it?"
"I don't know. It needs something to seal the evening." he admitted with a sigh.
"What?"
"Draco! Dorgen! Heads up!"
A fifth year from the team threw over a pag of Honeydukes chocolate, which they opened and shared among the people near them, eating and listening to the finer points of the game. Draco joined in once and awhile, talking about the way the defence had been horrible, and about the moves he was planning for the game against Ravenclaw that April. Everyone slowly drifted off to bed, only a couple of the older students still up and partying.
Viviel was beginning to drift off, and it panged her when she realized the pile of homework still sitting on her dormitory desk. She start to get up to go to bed or atleast start on one of her essays when Draco grabbed her.
"Where are you off to?" he asked.
"I have so much homework." she told him, sleepy-eyed. "I put it all off for the game and the party."
"Surely if you put it off this long, it can wait a bit longer?" questioned Draco.
She sighed and shoves her hair back out of her eyes. "I'm tried, too, Draco. Look, everyone's already gone to sleep!" She motioned to the empty common room, at the empty butterbeer bottles and candy wrappers strewn all over the floor.
"Healers have to stay up all night sometimes." he said, reaching out and fiddling with the silver emblem he had given her for Christmas; she wore it all the time now. She tried to give him a serious don't-joke-around glare, but found she was too tired to be her usual self. "You can sleep in tomorrow, it's Sunday."
"Draco-"
"No nonsense, right?"
"It's just that I feel I keep getting distracted by you." she said bluntly, too sleepy to be tactful.
He smiled at her, still playing with her necklace. "A little distraction is good sometimes. Too much worth isn't healthy for you. You'll wear yourself out, and then where will all the wizards get their healing from?"
Viviel shook her head slightly and smiled back at him. He makes putting off school sound so relaxing and unimportant. She leaned her head against the back of the couch, hoping that would keep her from falling asleep. If she did, there was no way to get her back up to her bed. There were only burning coals again in the fire, nothing more, but the glow was easy on her tired eyes and made looking at Draco much easier.
"I'll let you go up to bed as soon as my evening's complete." he told her.
"And when will that be?" she whispered.
"Soon."
She hadn't been expecting it, or she probably would have gone to bed alot earlier. Or maybe she wouldn't have. Whatever the reason, it still happened. Draco leaned slowly across to her and put his lips to hers. It was soft and sweet, not at all like Viviel had thought a kiss would be; after all, she'd never had time for kissing boys. She was so surprised that she just sat back and let it happen. When she didn't pull away, Draco deepened the kiss, wrapping an arm around her to her close, fierce but gentle.
He finally pulled away and looked at her, Viviel breatheless and shocked.
She could feel the heat in her cheeks and stammered, avoiding his eyes. "C-can I can go to b-bed, now?"
He chuckled and rubbed his thumb against her cheek. "Yeah. You sealed tonight just perfectly."
Viviel leapt to her feet and fled quickly away to the girl's dormitory, not daring to look back. When she got to her bed, she numbly threw herself completely under the covers and stayed there until late Sunday morning, afraid to face the world.
"Slytherin score!" said Anthony Goldstien with a groan. The Ravenclaw seventh year had taken over for announcer two years ago when the Gryffindor announcer had graduated. Viviel cheered loudly along with the rest of the Slytherin crowd; the rest of the students booed. "But Varren catches the quaffle and takes it back up the pitch to the Slytherin end! So, it's 80-30 to Slytherin!"
Viviel squinted up the green robed player that was circling above the pitch. Draco had seen the snitch once before, but had been knocked off his path by a bludger from the offending team. She knew his eyes would be darting around, so that he could find the small golden ball before the Hufflepuff Seeker did.
"Aaaaand Varren drops the quaffle, poor lad, it's alright! It's caught by Zabini of Slytherin, who loops a Hufflepuff chaser, can't see who, and headed straight for the goals!"
They had already been standing out in the freezing stands for a very long time. Viviel could tell she wasn't the only one who was contemplating going back inside. But she had promised Draco she'd stay out there and watch the entire game. It was going quite well, and if the team kept up the good work, Viviel knew there'd be an enormous celebration in the common room that evening.
"Zabini is hit by a bludger! Oh, that looked like it hurt! Good job, Zeller! Zeller of Hufflepuff, charming lass. And it's caught by- wait! Summerby and Malfoy have dived! It looks like the snitch's been seen!" yelled Goldstien into his microphone.
The entire crowd held it's breathe as the two Seekers spend neck-to-neck towards the dot of gold that was lurking a mere two foot from the snowy ground. Silence reigned for all of three seconds, and then Draco pulled up, his arm stretched out in triumph.
"And that's game! Malfoy's caught the snitch-" there was many groans and boos from the Gryffindor crowd nearby "- which makes the score 230-30 to Slytherin, bringing Slytherin into second place for the Quidditch cup." shouted the announcer, obviously chagrined.
Slytherin supporters took over the field, overwhelming the team and hoisting them up on their shoulders, Draco prominent among them.Viviel took her time, knowing she'd congradulate him later back in the dungeons. She walked past a group of Gryffindors, seeing Finnigan collecting some money from his classmates. A closer look found Potter handing over two galleons and Finnigan walking away with a wink and a wave.
He bet against Hufflepuff? A Gryffindor actually was confident that Slytherin would win? thought Viviel, stunned at this piece of news. But something else tickled her about it. Draco's going to be pleased Potter lost money on this game.
She smiled grimly to herself as she walked behind the green and silver clad crowd back through the Great Hall and down the staircases to the common room.
Slytherins were hanging off of banisters and sitting on tables all evening long, rejoicing and partying alongside the team. Draco was once again sitting among his friends, laughing and joking, eyes sparkling with happiness. Zabini was doing some impersonations of Summerby trying to pull up out of his dive before skidding to a halt in the snow. She didn't find it to funny, as she had checked it with Madam Pomfrey who was tending to Summerby's head cold.
Ignoring the noise, Viviel crept her way around the dozens of students cramped in the common room to Draco's side. She put a cup of pumpkin juice in his hand. He looked up at her in surprise; no one else seemed to notice because they were too busy laughing at Zabini.
"Congradulations." she said.
Draco grinned at her and made room on the couch for her to sit. She hesitated, but he finally grabbed her wrist and pulled her down next to him.
"You came to the game?" he asked happily.
"It was a wonderful catch." Viviel said, beaming at him. "The best game I've ever seen."
"I was hoping to see you among everyone else, but when I didn't see you, I almost thought you were back here, nose in a book." Draco teased, a sorrowful look on his face that he hadn't seen her at the game.
She grinned. "I came, just for you. By the way, Potter lost two galleons to Finnigan. He was betting Hufflepuff won."
Draco crowed with delight and hugged her. "You don't know how much that makes this better." he told her.
"It can't get any better than this, can it?"
"I don't know. It needs something to seal the evening." he admitted with a sigh.
"What?"
"Draco! Dorgen! Heads up!"
A fifth year from the team threw over a pag of Honeydukes chocolate, which they opened and shared among the people near them, eating and listening to the finer points of the game. Draco joined in once and awhile, talking about the way the defence had been horrible, and about the moves he was planning for the game against Ravenclaw that April. Everyone slowly drifted off to bed, only a couple of the older students still up and partying.
Viviel was beginning to drift off, and it panged her when she realized the pile of homework still sitting on her dormitory desk. She start to get up to go to bed or atleast start on one of her essays when Draco grabbed her.
"Where are you off to?" he asked.
"I have so much homework." she told him, sleepy-eyed. "I put it all off for the game and the party."
"Surely if you put it off this long, it can wait a bit longer?" questioned Draco.
She sighed and shoves her hair back out of her eyes. "I'm tried, too, Draco. Look, everyone's already gone to sleep!" She motioned to the empty common room, at the empty butterbeer bottles and candy wrappers strewn all over the floor.
"Healers have to stay up all night sometimes." he said, reaching out and fiddling with the silver emblem he had given her for Christmas; she wore it all the time now. She tried to give him a serious don't-joke-around glare, but found she was too tired to be her usual self. "You can sleep in tomorrow, it's Sunday."
"Draco-"
"No nonsense, right?"
"It's just that I feel I keep getting distracted by you." she said bluntly, too sleepy to be tactful.
He smiled at her, still playing with her necklace. "A little distraction is good sometimes. Too much worth isn't healthy for you. You'll wear yourself out, and then where will all the wizards get their healing from?"
Viviel shook her head slightly and smiled back at him. He makes putting off school sound so relaxing and unimportant. She leaned her head against the back of the couch, hoping that would keep her from falling asleep. If she did, there was no way to get her back up to her bed. There were only burning coals again in the fire, nothing more, but the glow was easy on her tired eyes and made looking at Draco much easier.
"I'll let you go up to bed as soon as my evening's complete." he told her.
"And when will that be?" she whispered.
"Soon."
She hadn't been expecting it, or she probably would have gone to bed alot earlier. Or maybe she wouldn't have. Whatever the reason, it still happened. Draco leaned slowly across to her and put his lips to hers. It was soft and sweet, not at all like Viviel had thought a kiss would be; after all, she'd never had time for kissing boys. She was so surprised that she just sat back and let it happen. When she didn't pull away, Draco deepened the kiss, wrapping an arm around her to her close, fierce but gentle.
He finally pulled away and looked at her, Viviel breatheless and shocked.
She could feel the heat in her cheeks and stammered, avoiding his eyes. "C-can I can go to b-bed, now?"
He chuckled and rubbed his thumb against her cheek. "Yeah. You sealed tonight just perfectly."
Viviel leapt to her feet and fled quickly away to the girl's dormitory, not daring to look back. When she got to her bed, she numbly threw herself completely under the covers and stayed there until late Sunday morning, afraid to face the world.