Chapter Eighteen:

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Draco was a Slytherin and as a law Slytherins did not enjoy anyone's company, most especially those that were Malfoys. However, over the past few weeks Draco had found himself sacrificing his alone time to be with Virginia willingly. Draco had gone back and read the Malfoy Manual to see what he was doing wrong. He was a Malfoy by blood and none and he would not put the name to shame. He had found nothing that said you had to be alone. So, it was a matter of personal preference and if he preferred to spend his time with a certain redhead, so be it. Oh, his father was going to kill him when he found out.

The first Slytherin game had been announced and, of course, by the laws of the gods that must have certainly hated him, they was playing against the Gryffindor team. Damn them and their schemes. On that bright, Saturday morning, Draco had gone down to the Quidditch changing rooms and dressed in his expensive, silk robes of green and silver. He grabbed his broom and walked out onto the pitch.

"And here is the Slytherin team!" Someone said over the megaphone but Draco immediately blocked out the strident sound. Then the doors to the Gryffindor changing room opened and they walked out. Draco smiled inwardly when he saw Virginia walking confidently toward the centre of the field.

"Now, I want a nice clean game. Understood?" Madame Hooch said firmly. "Mount your brooms! Three…two…ONE!" The sound of her whistle was lost as Draco escalated past the rest of the team in search of the snitch. For the past few years, Draco had given up on tailing Potter when he realized that the tactic hadn't worked for him. Draco flew lazy circles around the field gazing down for the telltale shimmer of the snitch. Bored he looked down at his team-mates to see what they were doing. He saw Pucey blocking Virginia and he felt a surge of anger toward his fellow Slytherin and drifted closer. He then saw Crabbe and Goyle, positioning themselves behind Virginia. He watched helplessly as they sung their bats in unison and sent a bludger careening toward Virginia's head. She was so caught up in her fight with Pucey that she didn't even notice. Then the bludger made contact and Virginia slipped off the broom and went tumbling down. Draco didn't even think, he just dove, urging his new broom faster and faster. The wind pulled at Draco's fine hair, and somewhere in the back of his mind he felt pleased at his broom's capacity. His main attention was focused on getting to Virginia in time. He reached out a hand, stretching as hard as he could, before he realized that if he caught her by the wrist he would drop her. He pulled back and urged the broom faster. He zoomed past her falling form and positioned himself under her. He easily caught Virginia's thin body in his waiting arms. They dropped a few feet before Draco stabilized them and shifted her small body into a more comfortable position. Draco sighed in relief and began to slowly fly down, and then he felt the oddest sensation. Something was wiggling inside his arm. Gently transferring Ginny's body, he reached inside his sleeve. His eyes widened in surprise as he felt a small, almond sized sphere and the soft fluttering of wings. He pulled it out and shook his head, a smile on his face. He landed and shifting Ginny's position once more so that her head rested on his shoulder and one arm wrapped around the waist, while the other was under her legs. He carried her to the side of the pitch and gingerly laid her down in the grass. He winced at the blood that dripped from the wound in the side of her head onto her face. He pulled out his wand with his free hand.

"Noli flue, sanguis." He murmured the incantation and the wound immediately stopped bleeding. He checked her pulse and felt her forehead, relieved to see that she would be fine. He brushed the hair from her face and felt an insistent tugging in his hand. Remembering the object with a smile, he turned and held up his prize.

"Impossible! Oh my gosh! Draco Malfoy catches the snitch in a Plumpton pass after a stunning save of Virginia Weasley's falling form!" The person at the megaphone cried exultantly. The Slytherin crowd howled wildly as the Gryffindor faces fell. All around him his team landed and patted him heartily congratulating him for the save.

Draco slowly walked out of the hospital wing. He had carried Ginny to the room much to the Gryffindors chagrin. Then he felt someone collide with him.

"Bloody hell." He cried then saw who it was and, inwardly, his anger flared. On the outside, his face remained calm and impassive, hiding his growing rage. "Potty! Never a pleasure. What are you doing here?"

"Is she alright?" He asked glancing at the door to the infirmary nervously. For a reason Draco couldn't understand this made him any angrier.

"Yeah, your girlfriend is fine." He snarled. Harry stared at him then crossed his arms before his chest.

"She's not my girlfriend." He said firmly. Draco raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow arrogantly.

"Well that's because you're too much of a sod to realize her beauty." Draco muttered as he turned to walk away.

"What?"

"Nothing, Potter, mind your own business." Draco sneered. Harry stepped in front of him and Draco sighed.

"Why did you save her?"

"Who?" Draco asked innocently and Harry's face contorted angrily as he glared at the blond Slytherin.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, Malfoy. Don't play dumb."

"I never play dumb."

"That's because you don't have to pretend to be, you are dumb." Harry mocked. Draco's eyes narrowed dangerously, turning volatile silver.

"Watch it, Potter." He hissed and Harry took a step backward instinctively. Draco took the opportunity to try to sidestep and get out of there but Harry quickly blocked the way again.

"Malfoy, I asked you a question and you still haven't answered." Harry pointed out obviously. Draco rolled his eyes.

"Maybe that's because I don't like to deign myself to answer your bloody questions, Potter." Draco retorted.

"Got to hell, Malfoy."

"Sod off, Potter. It's none of your business!" Draco cried fiercely. Harry glared at him.

"It is my business when you save a friend of mine for no apparent reason." Harry said quietly.

"She isn't your friend! She can never stop complaining about you Gryffindor lot." Draco said and pushed past Harry.

"Was it for the snitch?" Harry called out and Draco turned slowly. He knew that no matter what he said this was the only thing that the boy would believe.

"Yes, Potter. It was for the snitch. I didn't really care about saving the Weaslette's life." Draco said sarcastically. The cynicism was lost on the boy-who-lived; he seemed to take the answer as the honest response. Draco sighed and walked away.