Chapter 3: Nerves
Red hair. It's everywhere. The smell of it. Oh it smells so great. It grew and grew as he came closer to it. The head the hair surrounding him was attached to turned around. Dark brown eyes stared at him. Those eyes. He saw her pouty, glossy lips. Those lips. They came closer and closer to his……..
Draco blinked his eyes a couple of times and then sat up. Why was he dreaming of her? He needed to get her out of his head. What if he started thinking about her during their first quidditch game today? He couldn't have that. He needed to stop the madness in his mind.
Draco started to dress in his quidditch uniform with the rest of his team. All day long he tried to forget about Ginny. Tried to get her out of his head and all. DIdn't quite get what he was hoping for. All day he was trying to forget about her, but in fact, this was what made him think of her even more. 'Come on Draco! Pull yourself together! " he thought, yelling in his head at himself.
It was time for the game to start so he grabbed his Firebolt- his father had given him one after he left not to have come back but weeks later- and left with the rest of his team. Today they were playing Ravenclaw.
'Just focus on catching that damn snitch!' Draco, once again, was yelling at himself in his head.
Madam Hooch demanded the captains shake hands and then everyone mounted their broomsticks. At the blow of the whistle he pushed hard off the ground and flew up.
He searched for the snitch but couldn't find it. 'Where is it, where is it? ' he asked questioning himself. He was searching the field and just so happened to come across Ginny's face in the audience.
When she saw that he saw her she smiled sarcastically. He winked at her and she glared back at him. Even though he tried to play it coolly she'd gotten to him.
She was once again on his mind.
"Damn it!" he said to himself.
Draco tried to ignore her the rest of the game. He looked all around the quidditch pitch to find the snitch but just couldn't find it. He finally thought that maybe if he found that Ravenclaw seeker. He saw him speeding after something. It was the snitch! Draco raced after him on his Firebolt. He caught up to the apposing seeker. He kept glancing at Draco amazed as to how he caught up with him. Draco slowly started getting ahead of him. Draco kept getting closer and closer to the snitch. Draco reached out his hand to grab it and by then he was a whole broomstick length away from the other seeker.
'Just a little farther….' Draco thought to himself.
Finally he felt the cold ball in his hand. He grabbed it. The ball went ballistic trying to break free from his clutch but Draco had a good hold of it.
"Slytherin wins! Slytherin wins!" shouted the loud speaker. The Slytherin side of the pitch roared with applause.
Ginny was the only one clapping from the Gryffindor side. 'Probably from pure shock,' Draco thought.