He saw her in the crowd, her long blonde hair flying in the breeze like a beacon for him. He smirked, knowing that she was certainly getting odd looks for her ensemble. Here she was, a Ravenclaw, cheering for the Slytherin team over the ever-popular Gryffindor team. He saw Granger trying to knock some sense into the nutty Ravenclaw as well as try to tame her own outrageously curly brown mop of hair.

It seemed as if today Potter was being overly confident as he came out onto the pitch, his smile spreading as he heard the chanting of his name.

Draco sneered down at him from his perch high in the sky. The Boy-Who-Lived was NOT going to beat him today. No, certainly not today!

As always, the Slytherin team started with an early lead, their fabulous chasers filling every green and silver clad student with pride, and the stands with cheers. Numerous boos were shouted as well, but they fell on deaf ears, because Draco could only hear positivity today.

"And Slytherin scores again, to make the score 80 to 50," the announcer stated in a rather disappointed sounding voice.

Draco didn't care though. He had already spotted the Snitch once today before perfect Harry Potter, and so help him, he would do it again.

Gold. He hated that color unless he saw it on the pitch, which of course he did. And before Potter had noticed it. This was perfect.

The score had been brought up yet again, to a resounding 60 point lead, the Gryffindors seemingly stuck at 50.

Draco had always had a mind for strategy, and this one was flawless, especially considering that it actually worked. He had headed towards the Hufflepuff stands pretending that he had seen the Snitch, knowing that Potter would soon follow his lead. He did just that. However, at the last minute, before Potter could realize what was going on, Draco made a hard left turn away from the stands, and straight towards the Snitch, grasping it in his fingers before he plummeted towards the earth, his broom torn out from beneath him by a Bludger. He clutched the tiny golden ball to his chest, and tried to make himself as small as he could before he hit the ground.

"Malfoy! Malfoy!"

Those were the first words he could hear, his eyes not opening for fear of failing to Potter yet again.

"Good God! Answer me Draco!"

That was Theodore Nott's voice. Draco would recognize it anywhere. He was the only person that ever dared to call the young Malfoy by his first name.

Draco let out a groan as he opened his eyes to the blinding sunlight and made an effort to sit up.

"He's up!" exclaimed Theo happily.

"You alright? You took a pretty nasty fall there!" Asked Theo as Draco tried to stand on wabbly legs.

Draco nodded, not trusting his voice just yet.

He wasn't quite sure who it was that informed everyone watching that he was ok, but he did know that for some odd reason, he was grateful.

"What happened with the game?" he asked, his voice slightly scratchy.

"Not sure. Everything was kind of postponed until we found out if you were alright or not,"

"WHAT?! You never stop a game! Especially when it's against those pompous Gryffindors!" The fury in Draco's voice rose with every word.

"But, we can't keep playing if no one can locate the Snitch,"

"What do you mean, no one can locate the Snitch? I just saw it before I went down! I," Draco paused when he realized that his hands were still in the exact same position that they were in when he had fallen off his broom.

He slowly opened them, praying that he was right.

Before anyone else had a clue what was going on, Draco jumped to his feet and raised his hand, the Snitch shining in the sun as it was held in between his fingers.

The Slytherins erupted into cheers while the rest of the students groaned and booed, angry that Gryffindor had lost.

Suddenly, in the midst of all the celebratory affairs, Draco felt a shot of pain through his right arm as he pumped it into the air. He immediately brought it down and clutched it with his other hand, the one the Snitch was currently nesting in.

"Ahhh!" he let out a deep cry of pain, one very uncharacteristic of a Malfoy, but he didn't care.

His arm felt like it was on fire as they took him to the hospital wing, the entire Quidditch team in tow as well as the majority of the Slytherin students.

Madam Pomfrey ushered everyone out of the hospital wing, muttering something about how that many children in one room could not possibly be conducive to working. She started her work immediately on Draco's arm, claiming that the bone was broken in two places, but she would be able to fix it up good as new.

Draco tried his best to get the awful tasting liquid that Madam Pomfrey had given him down, and had just barely managed to when she took the cup from his glove-clad hand. He gave a distasteful look at the bottle which she was returning the lid to, and vowed to never break a bone again.

"Now are you comfortable? You'll have to be here for another hour so as I can keep an eye on you. And I will not hear any arguments from you, you hear?" she said, pointing a finger at the boy as he laid back on the hospital bed.

"Oh, and you have a visitor Mr. Malfoy. Would you like me to send her in?" she asked as she made her way towards where the medicines were kept.

Draco wondered who on earth would be coming to see him? And a girl? The only person he could think of was Pansy, and he did NOT want to see her!

But before he could give her an answer, she had already ushered the unknown visitor in, her long blonde hair trailing behind her.

Draco was stunned. A Ravenclaw had decided to visit him. Yes he had already established that she was crazy, but not this crazy!

"Oh! Hello Draco. How are you feeling?" she asked him in her dreamy voice.

"What is it to you?" he asked, turning away from her.

"I was in the stands at the pitch, and I saw you go down. I wanted to see how your arm was. It looked particularly painful,"

"Well, it doesn't hurt,"

"But did it hurt before?" she asked, tilting her head to the side in curiosity.

There was a long moment of silence.

"Yeah. It hurt like the dickens," he whimpered, his face constricting in pain as he grabbed his injured arm with his good one.

He could just feel the beginnings of the bone being mended back together and grimaced, his teeth clenched as he grabbed his arm even harder.

Luna turned, and for a moment Draco thought she was leaving, his heart dropping when he saw her back.

Needless to say, he was surprised when she simply grabbed a chair and placed it next to his bed, plopping down onto it.

"I'll stay with you until you have to go if you want,"

Draco turned away from her, but smiled slightly when he thought about her kindness towards him.

Luna began to tell stories to him, unsure of whether or not he was actually listening to help pass the time for him.

"Why did you cheer for Slytherin today?" he asked out of the blue, truly curious.

"I thought it was time that I cheer for you. After all, Slytherin needs support too,"

Luna glanced at the clock, realizing that the hour was up, she stood from her chair. "I best be on my way. I hope you feel better Draco," and she did another surprising thing; she leaned over and gave him a kiss on the forehead.

The hour had passed by much faster than he had anticipated, and as Luna bid farewell, he turned to watch her leave.

One thing crossed his mind as he watched her retreating form; "She should wear green more often," he muttered under his breath.