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Chapter 4: Forfeit

All the stands erupted into screams as the quaffle, bludgers, and snitch was released, and the two teams charged into action.

"And Gryffindors Katie Bell has the quaffle!" yelled Lee Jordan who was calling the game. "She gets past Crabbe, and the Keeper, and YES! Katie Bell scores for Gryffindor!" All the stands save the slytherins cheered and the game resumed.

Draco was floating comfortably above the pitch, keeping and eye out for the snitch, and keeping Potter in the corner of his eye. He hated to admit it, and he never would say it out loud, but Potter was a much better seeker then he was and he knew he would have to put in 110 just to keep up to him.

After his training session with Voldermort, Draco had come home battered, bloody, and almost completely broken; he thought it a miracle when he managed to pull himself of the common room floor, where he had fallen and not got back up, and get to the pitch long before any of the slytherins had woken up.

He was cruelly yanked out of his peaceful ravine when he heard the annoying voice of the announcer, causing his headache to flare up and making him wobble on his broom.

"Oh and that was a cheap blow by Goyle of Slytherin. Now Flint has the quaffle, passes it to Montague, back to Flint, Flint shoots and SCORES! Tuff luck for Weasley, but it is the first game of the season; hopefully things will brighten up for Gryffindors talented new keeper."

The game continued in the same fashion for an agonising two and a half hours, the score was 180:210 to Gryffindor, and everyone was wishing an end to the game.

The two seekers flew around focusing on nothing but each other and finding the snitch.

After another boring 30 minutes, Draco watched as Harry floated over to his girlfriend and Granger.

"You spotted the snitch yet?" Potter asked the red head. Both Ginny and Granger shook their heads tiredly.

Finding that Potter was distracting his focus on the game, Draco turned his broom around to continue his search, but froze as he saw Crabbe smack a bludgers in Potters direction.

Knowing full well that Potter would never see it coming, he turned and yelled, while flying as fast as he could push his weary body, towards the boy-who-lived.

"POTTER!" he yelled.

"POTTER!"

Harry made to turn as he heard someone scream his name. His head whirled around and came face to face with a bludger that was but a metre in front of him.

A gold blur came out of nowhere and crashed into Harry, almost knocking him off his broom, but he managed to steady himself in time to see Malfoy take the bludger in the chest.

Harry watched as the blonde haired boy flew backwards, just above Ginny and Hermione, and landed with a crash in the back of the Gryffindor stands.

He could only stand and watch in shock as Malfoy fell to the floor, his hand clutching his already battered chest and body.

The slytherin seeker painfully pushed himself to shaky feet. He gripped his broom tightly and flew back onto the pitch determinedly towards Crabbe.

Draco stopped inched away from Crabbe's face, and hissed loud enough for everyone to hear.

"I said a clean game. What part of that does your small brain not understand!" He said obviously angry at his team mate.

"Come on Draco, it was only Potty!" said Crabbe feeling proud of himself for hitting the bludger in the right direction but clearly missing the fact that the bludger had hit Draco rather than Potter.

Draco seethed, his hand still clutching his chest, and Harry new that there would be at least a few broken ribs.

"I don't care if you were aiming at a dead rat! I said a clean game, and you purposely disobeyed me. Get on the bench, your suspended for the rest of the game."

Harry was not the only person who was shocked that Malfoy was benching one of his own players.

"What's this?" yelled Lee Jordan telling the crown what was happening. "Slytherin captain Draco Malfoy is suspending one of his own beaters for unfair play!"

The rest of the slytherin team surrounded their captain.

"What are you doing? We'll be a player down!" yelled Goyle.

"Why are you defending Potty eh? Turning from us are you Draco?" said Marcus Flint, roughly shoving Draco in the shoulder, and by pure luck Draco managed to keep his balance.

"I'm not arguing about this," sneered Draco. "My decision is final. Now. Get. On. The. Bench!" he said, stressing each word in a deadly whisper.

"No!" yelled Crabbe.

"You refuse?" asked Draco calmly.

"We refuse to let you do this!" answered Goyle.

"Fine then." Said Draco, and in one swift movement, he ripped the slytherin badge off his robes and through it towards the floor. "Slytherin forfeit the match."

Harry watched, opened mouthed as Draco glided towards the ground. Lee Jordan announced the forfeit and that Gryffindor had won, and the stands erupted.

The Gryffindors cheered at the victory, while the Slytherins yelled at Malfoy.

Just as Malfoy touched ground, Harry felt two bludgers whiz past his head, and the boy-who-lived watched as Draco rolled to the side just in time to make the bludgers crash into the floor.

The blonde captain turned and glared at Flint who was holding the offending bat.

"You won't get away with this Malfoy, we'll get revenge, and we'll inform your father. You will be punished for this!" Yelled Flint, and with that the Slytherin team flew towards the changing rooms.

Draco sighed. He knew he would get in trouble for this, but he was not going to let his team get away with cheating.

He pushed his overly weary body to his knees, and attempted to stand on his shaky legs.

Two pairs of hands then latched onto his arms helping him balance. He turned his head to the left and saw Potter watching him with concern. He then turned his head to see who the other person was and was greeted by a boy with fiery red hair.

"Whoa." Said Ron as Draco almost collapsed forward. "Come on Malfoy, let's get you to the hospital wing."

Draco grunted in protest. "No. I'm fine." He mumbled. And then promptly passed out.

"Yeah, your just peachy Malfoy." Laughed Harry.

I know it's a bit short, but I've run out of the zest I need to keep writing today.

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