Hello my lovelies! I woke up at 6AM and couldn't fall back asleep, so I decided to write! I hope you enjoy! Like I said, my life is hectic right now. Personal family drama (my mum and step dad are about to go through a divorce), so I'll try to post as much as I can. I want this done by the end of the year. I expect this fic to be about 25-30 chapters! At least we're almost done with book 3!

-

Frustratingly, Draco's arm was still sore when the Gryffindor VS Slytherin match came up. Marcus Flint rescheduled the match because Draco couldn't play. Everyone thought Draco was faking it. If only they knew the truth.

So it would be Gryffindor VS Hufflepuff. Draco was relieved as the weather had taken a turn for the worst and conditions would be atrocious.

The day of the match Draco watched with a lot of interest. He was studying Harry. He had gotten better and Draco wanted to be prepared for when they faced off.

Then it took a turn when Potter was approached by the Dementors and fell off his broom. Draco was in stitches for the rest of the day, loving that Potter fell, broke his broom, and lost the match to bleedin' Hufflepuff.

And things only continued to get better when at last, his arm stopped being constantly sore. Madam Pomfry gave the okay to take off the sling and went through some exercises with Draco to help him regain full strength in his arm.

Draco did his exercises viginently. Every morning and every night. He wanted full mobility and with a scar on top of another scar, he would sometimes wake up stiff. He pushed through it though, determined to not let his injuries define him.

He also took great pleasure in taunting Potter over the Dementors. He would pretend to swoon whenever Potter was in the vicinity. Potter rarely responded, but his eye would twitch when he saw Draco.

The next match slowly approached. It was Slytherin VS Ravenclaw, and Draco was determined to win it.

The conditions were fair this time, which Draco enjoyed immensely.

When the whistle blew, he took off. He kept his eye on Cho Chang, watching her closely for just in case she spotted the snitch before him.

Yet she didn't, and Draco caught the snitch by the Slytherin goal post. Slytherin won by a slim margin, but it still put them in first place for the cup.

Celebrations in the common room lasted all night. Pansy took a spot on Draco's lap for the night. They kissed a few times, but didn't make out. Each time they kissed, there were wolf whistles.

Everyone expected them to get together and eventually marry. Draco didn't see that in the cards though. He couldn't see himself spending the rest of his life with Pansy. But she was fun to kiss, and probably fuck. He would find out eventually. He saw sex in the cards, just not a commitment.

The party broke up when Snape stormed into the common room and demanded that everyone go to bed.

Pansy slipped of Draco's lap and gave him a long kiss before disappearing into her bedroom. Draco smirked and went to his room, where he did his arm exercises before turning in for the night.

During the next Hogsmeade visit, the most peculiar thing happened. Draco saw Potter's disembodied head floating. Draco had been attacked with mud after taunting Ron about the Shrieking Shack.

Immediately after the attack, Draco hightailed it back to the castle to tell Snape.

Regrettably, Potter didn't get in trouble. He managed to worm himself out of it.

Studies continued, and the quidditch practice regime got tougher. Slytherin was practicing as much as they could for the upcoming match with Gryffindor. It was only a month away and they didn't want to lose their standing.

Draco slipped into Lupins room a few times to ask him some questions about transformations. They would have tea as they compared notes. They each formed into a different colored wolf every month. Lupin explained that as time goes on, Draco would lose the wolfyness and turn into a more monstrous version. Draco shuddered at the thought.

Draco officially hated Care of Magical Creatures. He hated how they only fed flobberworms, and how he had to take the class under the guidance of that great oad, Hagrid.

Hagrid had a crying fit after class one day.

"Have you ever seen anything as pathetic?" Malfoy jeered, right in front of Potter. "And he's supposed to be our teacher."

Potter and Weasley made to attack him, but Granger got to him first.

SMACK

She had slapped Malfoy across the face with all the strength she could muster.

Malfoy staggered, everyone stood flabbergasted as Granger raised her hand again.

"Don't you DARE call Hagrid pathetic, you foul- you evil-"

Hermione!" said Ron weakley, and he tried to grab her hand as she swung it back.

"Get off Ron!"

Hermione pulled out her wand and pointed it. Draco stepped backwards as Goyle and Crabbe looked at him for instructions.

"C'mon." Draco muttered, leading his cronies back into the castle.

Draco sulked for the rest of the day, through his homework and practice.

The Quidditch came approached fast and it was finally the day of; when he walked into the Great Hall, all the other houses glared at him.

Draco sat with the rest of the team as they went over strategy one last time. They decided to play dirty, refusing to lose to Gryffindor.

When Potter walked in, he was greeted by thunderous applause. Draco rolled his eyes at the "Chosen One."

The match began after breakfast. It was a high tension race to the finish. This was it.

The beaters on both teams went after all the chasers, it was a bloodbath. With bludgers being thrown at the chaser and Fred Weasley throwing his bat at Flint.

Both teams earned penalty shots. Gryffindor made their shot, Slytherin didn't.

Malfoy was upset that Potter had a firebolt. Made him faster.

When Potter spotted the snitch, Draco grabbed the end of his broom, trying to prevent him from grabbing it. The snitch disappeared again, which is what Draco wanted.

When Draco spotted the snitch, Potter was looking the other way. He dove and pushed his broom as fast as it could go.

Potter spotted him and quickly was neck and neck with Draco.

Potter pushed Draco's arm out of the way and grabbed the snitch, thusly winning the match and winning the cup.

"DAMN IT!" Draco yelled as he reached the ground and dismounted his broom. He stalked off the field as the stadium rushed down to congratulate Potter and the rest of the Gryffindors.

Draco was determined to beat Gryffindor next year. He hated losing.

I hope you enjoyed! Place review, favorite, and follow if you like the story! Thank you for understanding my personal life drama! Have a great day everyone!