1Where I Belong
Ok, ok, so I know I probably don't have the greatest knack for writing stories, since no one's leaving me any reviews, but I'm still gonna write this. I STILL am!
Chapter 4: Quidditch 'practice'
"Alright people, I expect a good, achem clean game today," said our team captain, and we all scoffed. "Heck, I honestly don't care, as long as you beat the bastards." Our team now laughed, some high fived each other, and one even managed to hold up a Gryffindor banner and set it alight. I winced at seeing the defiled house symbol, but Draco laughed in delight.
It was extremely bright on the Spring morning of May, but it dimmed as a few clouds passed over the sky. The weather was mild-not very hot at all- and there was a breeze that billowed across the field, causing the grass to sway slightly. I could never ask for better Quidditch weather, or a more satisfying opponent to defeat. On the opposite side of the field entered a group of scarlet robed teens. Our forest green robes were a pain in the sunshine, since they absorbed it viciously.
"The last game of the season! Would the Gryffindor and Slytherin team captains please step forward and shake hands before beginning the game!" Our captain, a surly looking sixth year, stepped forward in respect towards another sixth year, who, in complete contrast to ours, was lanky and tall. They quickly gripped hands and then pulled away. Madam Hooch shot them a funny look, but then gave them the signal. Everyone mounted their brooms and I gave a final thumbs up to Draco before the whistle blew and everyone took off upwards.
After only a few moments of goalkeeping, one of the foul redheads who looked just like Ron had managed to score on me. My eyes halfway wandered to the stands, and I saw no Ron-only Hermione standing and wildly cheering for the Gryffindor team. So far, only one goal had gotten past me, and a good four had passed their keeper.
"Wow, would you look at that! The Snitch must've shown up early in this game, because there go Harry and Draco!" My attention was now focused on my love and his rival, tearing further upward in the air. No longer were they in my sight, so I began to pay attention to the game again. A quaffle came towards my face and I caught it just in time.
"Ladies and gents, this is one close match here! Harry and Draco are literally neck and neck! I don't know of a more suspenseful deciding game for the Quidditch cup!" The announcer's ecstatic voice made me even more tense, and I remembered that this was truthfully our last game. This time, it was a bludger that came toward me and hit my arm rather painfully.
"Lovely," I said aloud, inspecting the mark upon my arm. I deducted that I would just have to avoid using my injured left arm or the remaining time of the game, which wouldn't be too long. Once again, I caught a quaffle with my functional arm and hurled it in the opposite direction. To my surprise, the crowd erupted into a chorus of "ooohs."
"Ouch, that doesn't look too good! It seems Draco Malfoy, Slytherin seeker, has been pushed into one of the supports of the stands. That could be a penalty to Gryffindor... wait... Draco has the Snitch! Slytherin wins the Quidditch Cup!"
I flew down as quickly as I possibly could. Draco had just let the golden orb free from his grip, and the rest of our team landed with cheers. Madam Hooch and Madam Pomfery stopped them from carrying Draco on their shoulders in celebration.
"You, get away!" Madam Pomfery yelled at our oncoming team. "Mr. Malfoy is badly injured!" I quickly turned my attention to Draco, who, though about to pass out, gave me a big, tired smile. I ignored Madam Pomfery and approached him.
"That was a hell of a game you played there, Draco," I said, kneeling next to my injured love. Madam Pomfery gasped and began to shoo me, but Draco weakly held up a hand to stop her. "I can't believe you shamed Harry so well after he almost killed you."
"Heh, yeah," Draco managed, but I put a finger to his lip, which he kissed longingly. I lowered my hand, and grabbed his gently, stroking his index finger with my thumb. Looking over his injuries, I saw that Draco's shoulder was bloody and probably out of place, his lower lip had a small cut in the corner, and his forehead was cut on the left side.
"Come on, now," said Madam Pomfery, pushing me away from Draco.
"I command that you let her stay, now, and in the Hospital wing," Draco and in a more than threatening voice. Our nurse gave a nod; obviously, she was shocked and couldn't reply.
In the Hospital wing, Draco kept me by his side, and every time Madam Pomfery came by, she glared at me with murder in her eyes. Draco himself had been bandaged unmercifully on his shoulder, and multiple potions and formulas forced down his throat. After many foul comments, Madam Pomfery left, mumbling, saying such words as "ungrateful" and "stupid."
"Is it alright?" I asked, in a caring manner, running my fingers lightly over his injured arm. "I mean, it doesn't hurt after all that, right?"
"No, not really," Draco said, wincing slightly from the touch on his arm, and I immediately removed my fingers from his skin. "Sorry if I'm acting like some sort of tough guy, it does hurt a lot."
"My guess is that you want a kiss to feel better?" I gave a small laugh, and Draco followed suit, nodding slightly. I touched my lips to his, unable to move them until he jerked his head away, bringing his hand to his lip and caressing it lightly. "Sorry, I forgot about the cut..." Draco opened his mouth to reply, but before he could, through the door came the rest of the Slytherin Quidditch Team, and closely following was a distressed Madam Pomfery, waving her hands.
"Only four visitors at once! Only FOUR!" Madam Pomfery yelled, pushing her way through the crowd. "I count five. One of you will have to leave... NOW!" I could tell she was in distress about my boyfriend's situation, so I stood from my chair.
"I'll see you later, Draco. I don't want to be in anymore trouble, so, well, get better soon!" I leaned down, giving him a kiss on the uninjured side of his forehead, smiling, and brushing the hair from his eyes. Quickly, I left the room, unbuckling my elbow pads since I was still in my Quidditch uniform. Not paying attention to where I was going, I accidentally hit something and brought my hand to my now injured forehead, but saw that it was a person who I had indeed just collided with.
"Sorry," I mumbled, my head slowly rising, and with it, rose fear as I say the crimson robes and Gryffindor patch before me. Speechless, I tried to convey something to the redhead in front of me, but was unable to make a sound. Luckily, Ron seemed to be in the same predicament, and we both stood dumbfounded in front of each other.
"So, I, um, assume you didn't see the Quidditch game..." I said, attempting to make conversation, and the only reaction I got was a nod. "I thought not-didn't see you in the stands. Well, Slytherin won. It was a remarkable and short game. Draco caught the Snitch after Harry pushed him into the stands. That's why he's in there." I sighed, seeing that Ron's face hadn't changed at all. "I suppose it doesn't help for me to talk about him, does it?" The redhead shook his head, and I looked around me to make sure no one was present when I took his hand. "Do you want to talk?"
"What is there to talk about?" Ron snapped, and then took a deep breath, calming down. "Sorry, sorry, I'm just mad."
"I know you are, Ron, but think about. We still have four more years here at Hogwarts. Anything can happen, and I want to tell you what pains me the most." I took his other hand and pushed Ron to the wall, looking into his puffy, tear-stained eyes, and lowering my substantially. "I love you both equally. I don't want to choose. At all. You have no idea how hard this is. I love you, but you're my enemy, and Draco is, well, more accept, and I love him too!"
"But he's a blowhard! Leave him! He doesn't deserve someone like you and you don't deserve to be Slytherin either. Please, leave him" I shook my head and once again, found myself kissing Ron, enjoying it more now than I had earlier.
"Well, he'll be good overnight with Madam Pomfery looking..." The team captain with the rest of the Slytherins behind him, in awe at the sight of Ron and I. "Draco's not gonna like this one bit!" He taunted, running back into the Hospital Wing, leaving all of us behind.
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