Draco flew toward Potter and the others in the middle of the pitch for the coin toss and release of the quaffle. He could only glare at his teammates as they tossed teasing remarks about his visitor.
"You knew, didn't you?" he rounded on Potter. "When I asked where my jersey was, you knew."
"Of course, I did." Potter laughed "Though, it didn't dawn on me until after you asked."
"Oi! Malfoy!" the same chaser from before called out. "Winner gets the girl? Does she have an affinity for all snakes?"
"Not bloody likely Warrington." Draco hissed.
"Malfoy's been trying to land this one for over a decade." Potter grinned, bumping Draco's broom.
"Quaffle coming out!" The coach on the ground called out.
"Got it!" Angelina yelled. "Malfoy, coming at you!" she called out.
"Ready!" he responded. He paused to let the quaffle sail into his waiting hands before pelting toward the hoops at the far end. He pulled his broom to a halt and tossed the quaffle. Using the end of his broom as a bat, he struck it through the hoop. He looked briefly toward the team's box, and his face fell ever so slightly when she did not move. Either they had not told her, or she did not wish to follow the tradition. He shook his head and returned his attention to the game.
"Oi, Malfoy. You didn't head to the box." Potter called out from above.
"I don't think she wants to kiss me, Potter." Malfoy shouted back. "She never moved from her seat."
"Well, score again and see what happens. Maybe they forgot to tell her?" he offered.
"Malfoy! Coming at you!" Angelina called out again, zipping by them. He effortlessly snagged it from the air and sped across the pitch. Still, Hermione did not move from her seat, but he could see that Theo and Ginny were arguing about something. Blaise followed his score quickly with one of his own and Draco groaned out loud as Blaise sped toward the waiting Theo.
He gagged and covered his eyes in jest as Blaise and Theo shared their traditional kiss. Blaise always had to get fancy, flipping upside down above his fiancé. Draco rolled his eyes and sped off to intercept the quaffle once again. He used his broom to send the quaffle sailing into Angelina's waiting hands.
Draco laughed outright when George and Angelina went in for their own kiss, obviously one-upping Blaise. They were going to be insufferable. He'd never truly participated in this tradition. He'd of course swooped by and landed a kiss on Luna's cheek, or on the rare occasion Ginny's cheek to fulfill the tradition, but no woman had ever waited for him as Theo had done for Blaise. He snatched the quaffle directly from Warrington's hands as he sped past. Reversing. he zipped through the hoop and pulled up.
"Mate" Potter called down from above him. "You might want to look at our box." Draco's eyes scanned the stands until they fell on Hermione, rising from her seat, no doubt encouraged by Ginny and Theo. He looked up at Potter with wide eyes. "Well? Go on. I'll call a timeout. I have a feeling you're going to need it." Without another thought, he sped toward the team's box, and to the woman he'd been pining after for more than half his life.