Disclaimer
The characters and world in this fan fiction story solely belong to JK Rowling.
The time of year was so annoying. You never know what to wear that will co-operate with the weather. It's wasn't quite cold enough for a coat yet you wouldn't want to go out in just a T-Shirt. I finally settled on black skinny jeans , a short sleeved purple top and my favourite grey, zip up hoodie. Dinner was uneventful, the boys discussed game plans and Ginny was busy getting ready for a date. She'd spent most of her time at my party with Cormac and he'd asked her to join him for a picnic by the lake tonight. So I'd spent my time eating with an anxious knot in my stomach. I was supposed to meet Harry and Ron downstairs in ten minutes so I rushed around the bathroom, pulling the fronts of my hair back and using Lav's lip-gloss. I had no idea why I suddenly felt the need to apply sticky stuff to my lips and I wasn't sure I wanted to find out. With a minute to spare I slipped on a pair of ankle boots and walked out the door.
Of course, the boys were five minutes late but we made it down to the stadium in time. Wishing them good luck, I hugged them and made my way to the stands. They were half full so it was easy to pick a seat that had a good view. The players started to take their places and I realised just how cold it was. My thin hoodie was doing next to nothing to protect me. Hugging myself, I noticed there were no platinum blonde players. A rush of something spread through me and I wasn't sure if it was relief or disappointment. It shouldn't matter, what do I care if he was playing? Gryffindor were going to win either way. The game started and brooms went flying all over the place in organised chaos. I tried to concentrate but the mix of me freezing my behind off and curiosity as to the location of a certain someone was seriously putting me off. About twenty minutes into the game I felt a familiar shiver run down my spine. My hands suddenly regained feeling and my hoodie felt like it was four times the thickness it really was. What was happening? Then I noticed something. Draco Malfoy was walking through the Gryffindor stands. I gasped and tried to look as relaxed as I could, focusing on the fact that Gryffindor just scored. Everyone stood up and cheered, waving their hands and jumping up and down. This made me lose sight of him and when the crowd settled he was nowhere to be seen. My heart felt like a bomb that was about to explode. I took a couple of deep breaths and returned to hugging myself. It felt like the coast was clear when a shadow loomed over me and a quiet voice spoke from behind.
"Cold, Granger?" I spun around in my seat and saw one smirking Malfoy. I glared at him.
"As a matter of fact I am, what's it to you?" I was struggling to keep up my cool composure and something was compelling me to get closer to him.
"I was just asking out of concern, wouldn't want you to get sick now would we?" he said with that trademark smile. I raised an eyebrow at him.
"First of all, since when do you call me Granger? Second of all, why on earth would you care about my health? You hate me and I hate you and let's not forget it." I said with not quite as much confidence as I'd like.
"Do you really?" he said with a wink before turning and strolling off. I gawked at his back in confusion until he descended down the stairs and I lost sight of him. What the fuck?