After two months I still hadn't asked Draco about his life before teaching at Hogwarts. Mainly because I had been so busy with school work and he had, well, also been busy. Christmas was coming up soon and I still had presents to get for nearly everybody. Right now, however, I felt like flying. My mum had bought me a Firebolt, the fastest broom, a couple of years back, and I made a point to ride it whenever I feel like it.
I sauntered down the hill, from the castle, to the broom shed, and grabbed my broom. I kicked off, and, noticing someone was at the Quidditch pitch, decided to see who it was. Air pushed against my face as I pushed through it, smelling the scents of the altitude.
I stopped in almost the centre of the pitch and looked around, trying to see the other flier. I couldn't spot them. Just as I was about to go and fly in-between the trees on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, a golden ball flittered in front of my face. My eyes followed it as it dodged air, as it dawned on me that this was a snitch. I reached out my hand and grabbed it.
"HEY!" A voice called from across the pitch. I turned my head to face them as they came, panting to my left side. "I was trying to catch that." The voice evidently came from a man, but I didn't realise who it was until he took his hood off. I removed mine at the same time. The face that emerged from underneath the hood was one I would always remember. Draco Malfoy.
"Sir," shocked I dropped my gaze, passed him the snitch, and fiddled with my ring, the ring that had been my grandmother's, on my finger, twisting the yellow gold, so the silver stripe across it faced upwards. "Sorry."
"It's fine. Come on. Try to catch this snitch before me," Draco let go of the snitch, and it flew away. I watched it fluttering around, as I knew Draco also was. We glanced at each other before racing each other to it.
The snitch seemed to make a lap of the pitch, before rising high above. We followed it, finally losing it in the clouds. Slowly we made it back down to the pitch, keeping our eyes peeled in case one of us saw it. We made it back down to the pitch. It was clearer down here, the sun casting shadows as it lowered in the sky. We faced so we could see each other and one half of the pitch each, both completely focussing on finding the snitch.
I spotted it flitting around near the ground and estimated the path it was going to take. Aiming for it I forced my broom to its full speed and attempted to outfly Draco, who was steadily catching up with me. Nearing the ground at high speed, I pulled up sharply, avoiding Draco almost falling off his broom and reached out my hand to grab the snitch a few centimetres away. My fingers closed around its fluttering wings, and landed my broom. Holding it up to Draco, he touched down and sauntered over.
"Again? Really? You couldn't me nice enough to let me catch it once?" Being sarcastic the whole time. I raised my eyebrows at him, and turned to walk back to the shed to put my broom away.
"Well. I'm keeping it now," I stated. I smiled and glanced at him. Suddenly, I had been bowled over and was lying face down on the ground.