From Dark to light ~ Dramione

Chapter two~ Quidditch

Later that morning Draco was in his dorm getting ready for his quidditch match against Gryffindor, he rubbed some gel between his hands before running it through his hair, he then gently ran a comb through it. Draco put on his quidditch robe and grabbed his nimbus 2001 before making his way out into the school halls. As Draco strided through the halls he made eye contact with Hermione who gave him half a smile, Draco sneered and continued to walk.

"Draco! Good luck today" Hermione yells out, Draco turns around standing still in the middle of the hall.

"Not that i'll need it" He snickers and continues to walk towards the quidditch grounds.

Draco walks into the change rooms where he is greeted by Marcus Flint and Adrian Pucey, He sits down on the bench as Marcus begins to go through some team plays.

Draco couldn't help but think about Hermione, her brown curly flowing hair, her deep brown chestnut eyes, and her soft pink rosy lips. He couldn't stop thinking about their encounters and how every time he said a rude remark or completely and utterly ignored her, she simply smiled and replied kindly and softly not retaliating at all.

Draco shook his head of all the mushy and soft thoughts in his brain and focused on the task at hand, beating Gryffindor. There was nothing more Draco wanted than to beat Harry on the quidditch pitch, and finally catch that golden snitch he's been so longing to catch since arriving at Hogwarts. After a long team talk and a lot of nagging from Marcus, Draco and the rest of the team headed out onto the pitch. It was a sunny but windy day, as Draco walked onto the short green grass he stood across from Harry Potter, Draco didn't know much about Harry, the things he did know were only from what his father had told him, so Draco already knew that meant he disliked him, well he was meant to anyway. Draco glared at Harry, and Harry glared right back, soon the quaffle was released and the game begun.

Draco shot of shooting straight off into the sky, he stopped and hovered above the quidditch pitch waiting for any sign of the golden snitch. Suddenly Draco felt a gust of wind fly past him, it was Harry and he had sighted the snitch, Draco immediately raced after him, they were now flying side by side, up above the clouds both bang into each other to try and reach that snitch first when suddenly a bludger comes out of no where and begins to follow Harry, that left Draco the chance to catch the snitch, when suddenly the bludger snaps Harry's broom and Harry is plummeting towards the ground. Draco stops and turns his broom around and sees Harry falling, he looks over at the snitch which is getting further and further away, and soon he dives down deep faster than anyone has seen anyone ride a broom before, he catches Harry on the end of his broom stick, Draco lands onto the ground and proceeds to help Harry off of the broom, the ground is silent and everyone watches in disbelief, the whistle blows for half time and the game ends in a draw, seven all.

"Thanks for that" Harry says sticking out his hand waiting for Draco to shake it.
Draco looks at Harry's hand,"Whatever Potter" Draco says before taking off into the sky. Hermione runs out onto the pitch along with Ron Weasley and Lee Jordan.
"Harry are you alright?" Hermione says running over to Harry with Ron not far behind.
"Yeah I'm fine thanks to Draco" Harry says smiling and looking off into the distance.
Hermione couldn't help but think about Draco's kind actions of saving Harry, someone she thought Draco despised. She couldn't help but think how maybe Draco didn't want to be bad, how maybe he wanted to feel love and friendship.
Draco had arrived back at the castle and was now in his dormitory getting changed into his robes, he kept thinking about how he shouldn't of helped Harry and what his father would think and his fellow house mates, but he wanted to, he wanted to save Harry.
The door burst open and Marcus entered the room in a rage.
"Why did you save Potter you hate him! You cost us the game, you could have caught the snitch if you didn't worry about that dimwit" Marcus argued throwing his quidditch equipment onto his bed.
"Just save it Marcus, I've had enough nagging today don't need it from you" Draco snaps grabbing his books and storming out of the room. As Draco stormed to his next class he felt a sense of pride and warmth in his heart from helping Harry, he felt as though he did something good, he felt like he did something and someone had finally appreciated it.
Hermione, Harry and Ron were walking the halls to their first class, charms.
"Draco's getting a lot nicer don't you think" Hermione smiles looking to Harry and Ron.
"Nice, nice is the last thing he'd be, yes he saved Harry but in my opinion he will always be the enemy, come on Hermione he calls you filthy mud-blood, that doesn't seem nice at all" Ron smirks.
Hermione furrows her eyebrows, she felt a fire in her belly she wanted to yell at Ron and tell him how wrong he was, but she couldn't do that.
"Yes well that is true, but you said I was mental first year, wouldn't call that nice either" Hermione smirks walking ahead, Harry and Ron both shrug at each other and continue to follow Hermione to charms class.
Draco entered the classroom and the first thing he noticed was the back of Hermione's head, she made him very nervous, Draco sat in the very back corner next to Roger Davies.
"No no Mr Malfoy, you will need to sit closer to the front, being the trouble maker you are, let's see hmm, Aha! You can sit with Miss Granger" Flitwick says gesturing over to Hermione, that was it, that was enough to make Draco's heart jump out of his chest, her name her voice, anything to do with her, he was denying it all but he knew what she was doing to him. Draco sat down next to Hermione with his head down.
"Hi Draco"