Double Trouble || Draco Malfoy x Reader

quidditch match || chapter ten

The weather ended up worse than expected.

I'd only woken up about ten minutes prior to this moment, and there was only a couple more left until kick off. Because of my lazy start, I had rushed so much in order to get ready, I completely forgot to bring an umbrella with me. That meant I had to run down the slippery lawns towards the field by myself, head bowed against the ferocious wind and spades of icy rain lashing down against my face.

However, through the grey mist, scarlet robes could be seen filing onto the pitch.

No, no, no—

"Looks like someone had a sleepy start," a voice shouted through the heavy rain. I looked around, but struggled to see much since the wind continued to whip my hair back into my face.

I could hear the loud splatter of mud coming way, and all of the sudden, the rain ceased to pelt down on me. I looked up and saw an enormous umbrella over my head.

"If I'd known you'd have gotten up this late, I would've used the water trick again." Malfoy said, sounding somewhat amused. "Well, thanks..." I muttered, clutching onto my soaked overcoat.

"Why are you thanking me?" He asked, "If that bloody friend of yours hadn't whacked me over the head, I'd still be up in the stadiums."

I looked over and gave him his first glare of the day.

Malfoy laughed. The wind was so strong, we staggered sideways towards the stadium, and the fresh rolls of thunder masked the cheers from the crowd above. "Come on," Malfoy said, shutting his umbrella with a snap. The entrance to one of the stands was only a couple feet away, but that didn't stop the rain from splattering our faces.

We climbed several flights of stairs, and didn't settle until we found seats with a cover overheard. They weren't good seats by any means— they were too far back to see the match, however, far enough away to shield from the rain.

"Where's everyone else?" I asked, blowing hot air into my palms before rubbing them together. "Two stands over," Malfoy said, placing his umbrella down on the floor. Before I could protest, he said— "and I don't know about you, but getting out of the rain was my top priority."

"Okay, fine." I sighed, sliding out of my wet overcoat. "You win."

"I know," Malfoy looked over at me, grinning. "Just don't complain too much and we'll be fine."

"Yeah, well, hard not to when I'm stuck with you."

Malfoy narrowed his eyes. "Charming, L/N. Truly."

"Aren't I?" I smiled in false-pride. Malfoy shook his head, chuckling in what was probably disbelief. We must've been sat with a lot of Hufflepuffs, because as streams of yellow strode onto the pitch, the stadium exploded into cheers.

"Oh, my poor ears." Malfoy cringed through his teeth.

The players all mounted their brooms down below and Madam Hooch put the whistle to her lips. Through the rain, everyone listened carefully for it to blast— and when it did, it sounded shrill and distant.

Dozens of scarlet and canary-yellow robes swerved slightly with the wind as they all rose. Within five minutes, two players were already down and aside from the occasional flash of robes, most action was a blur.

I could hardly even make out the commentary over the roaring wind, and to make matters worse, the sky was only getting darker. The rain was so thick and the clouds were so dense, it felt like night had dawned upon earth early.

"This is awful," Malfoy muttered, resting his chin in the palm of his hand.

"Tell me about it." I murmured. A flash of lightning split through the air, and a second later, Madam Hooch's whistle called. I tried to peer over the sea of heads in front of me, but most of them had risen to their feet, so I had little luck of seeing anything.

The whistle blew again, and everyone sat back down when the players became airborne. I was numb with cold, and my teeth were chattering, but I continued to watch the match as another clap of thunder shook the sky.

Cedric Diggory was pelting up the field, and a tiny speck of gold turned out to be the brightest thing on the pitch. Harry must've noticed it too, because he jolted mid-air and threw himself flat against the handle of his broom.

After that, it was a race. The two seekers sped off into the sky after the Snitch, and shot through the clouds until they were no longer visible. In only a matter of seconds, those same clouds were illuminated by a flash of lightning, and a free-falling figure followed.

The crowds gasped as a yellow cape spun to the ground.

"Aw, I was really rooting for him." Malfoy tutted.

"Really?" I turned to stare judgmentally into his side profile.

"Obviously?" Malfoy said, as though it were obvious. "You think I'd root for Potter?"

"Okay, fair point..." I sighed heavily.

I wasn't sure if I was glad or not to have turned back to the match at that moment, because that's when I saw a scarlet cape fall through the heavy mist, his body rigid and broom nowhere to be seen. From above, hundreds of dementors circled the clouds and watched as Harry fell.

"Oh my god..." I breathed, watching Harry approach fifty metres— forty— thirty— twenty five—

Dumbledore rose from his seat. An explosion more powerful than thunder rocked through the air and Harry hit the ground. I assume Dumbledore casted some sort of protection charm to soften his landing.

Lee Jordan, the commentator, shouted through the rain for all students to clear the stadiums and that there would be no winner for tonight's match.

"Well, that was both disappointing and thrilling." Malfoy said, clapping his hands against his knees before he reached down to pick up his umbrella. "You coming?" He asked, looking down at where I was still seated. "Or are you going to walk through the rain by yourself?"

"As much as I hate you, I could really use your umbrella so..." I wore a cheesy smile, "I'm coming."

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