Hold me under the stars-Drarry

Chapter 41

Song=Youth-Daughter

Draco

I thought about approaching Potter five times throughout the next week. I found myself walking a few steps each time just to regret it afterward. I was a coward. What would my father say? I'd messed up, and I guess I just had to live with that.

The quidditch season was also starting up soon, the first match being Slytherin against Gryffindor.

My mother had been over the moon knowing that I'd made the quidditch team. I, on the other hand, wasn't as excited. I mean, I enjoyed the game of course, but it was something else entirely being on the field. And it was not for me. But as long as my father thought it was a good idea, I knew my spot on the team wouldn't change.

Harry

Everything felt different: The doors as I opened them. The hallways as I strolled through them. The classroom when the teachers told us about the importance of our education. My hands felt different. My mouth felt different. Anywhere he'd been felt different.

He isn't gay. He doesn't like you, and you don't like him.

I kept pushing every thought that started with Draco and ended with Malfoy as far away in my brain as possible. Everytime I failed, of course.

I kept thinking about his lips. His hands. His hair.

This was awful.

I had friends. A home. A good school. Cedric. And then this one motherfucker had to go and ruin all of it?

Draco

Friday arrived sooner than I'd expected.

It wasn't until five minutes before the game was about to start that I realized I actually had to play. I hadn't even considered the fact that I had to put myself out there because my team was counting on me. Not that I really cared, but I knew my father did. And that was why I lifted my chin and entered the Quidditch field, the ambition of winning a big game playing in the back of my head.

***

People were cheering as we entered the field. Swept in green uniforms, proudly representing the Slytherin house, we found our start-spot in the center of the round field and waited for the other team to arrive. Not two seconds later they were standing face to face with us, their red uniforms flaming against our green.

I spotted Potter at the edge of the line, looking out towards the crowd. He seemed surprised, but also excited?

I rolled my eyes. He didn't even glance at me.

Fine.

He was acting as if he'd never even known me. But if that was what he wanted then fine, I needed the wild pounding behind my chest to stop anyways.

Harry

I knew Malfoy was killing me with his eyes right now but I ignored him. I knew myself well enough that, if I looked at him I didn't know how I would react. I wouldn't give him that pleasure.

The raging sound of an air horn blew in my ears as the game started, startling me from my thoughts.

People were cheering on the bleachers. Players were taking off, and I was... Standing still, apparently.

Another person seemed to be reacting just as slow as I. Malfoy. We met each other's eyes quickly before taking off.

He had no emotion in his eyes, and I wondered what was going through his head. Had he been thinking of me too?

Cedric, Harry. You have Cedric. Malfoy. Doesn't. Like. You.

I closed my fists and swung my broom away from him. My eyes searched the field for the little, yellow drone but saw nothing.

Around me, small balls flew, and the commentator was going wild. I wasn't sure how many points Gryffindor had scored yet, but I knew it wouldn't be long before they did.

Wood had made us practice three times a week for the last couple of weeks, making us sweat and cry until we stopped breathing. We wanted this, we really did. And we were going to get it.

***

After playing half an hour, I still had no idea where the snitch was. I looked at Malfoy from the other side of the field, and he looked just as confused.

I ducked, as a ball came flying towards my head.

The crowd cheered, and I continued my search.

Suddenly, my eyes caught something flaring in the air just along the dry grass. Wings of gold kept it in the air, as the little drone circled one of the goals on Slytherin's side of the field.

I started to fly towards it when I realized my mistake. Malfoy had seen me and now had his eyes on the snitch too.

I sped up, and my heart started beating in my throat. It felt like the whole world was watching, and all the noises got amplified by each step I got closer.

Malfoy was closest, which gave him an advantage. His eyes quickly flickered to me and as he gazed at me, it was like everything in him stopped. Even his movement. I didn't hesitate but continued instead towards the snitch.

Then, it was like he realized what he was doing, sped up, and continued once again. I could hear his staggering breath through the wind as we neared our goal, the distance now equal for both of us.

The crowd on the bleachers went wild as they realized what was happening and roars were thrown through the wind onto the field.

All my senses were amplified at once. My lungs screamed. My heart drummed. My eyes were blurry. My head pounded. My cheeks glowed.

I was almost there.

10 meters.

5. meters.

1.

I'm not sure how the crash happened, but suddenly my mouth was on the ground. Malfoy was lying beside me, whimpering. My mouth stung, it felt like metal was scratching against it.

The crowd had gone silent, and both teams had stopped playing to see what had happened. The only person speaking was the commentator Lee Jordan.

"Both Potter and Malfoy on the ground. Had one of them caught the snitch before the fall? We're still waiting for them to show any sign of the snitch."

I closed my eyes.

Then I rolled onto my side and spat a little golden drone out of my mouth.

People went wild before I realized what it even was.

The snitch.

Malfoy frowned beside me.

"HARRY POTTER HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR WINS!"

Lee's voice cut through the field and sent the whole Gryffindor team towards me.

Suddenly, I was met by hugs and pats on the back, and I was surrounded by smiles and laughter. However, Malfoy continued to look disappointed.

I knew that he'd thought that no one had looked as he got up and stamped over the field, every step a ghost of his former presence. But I did. I saw him as he looked back towards us with a gaze full of hurt, and disappointment. Not anger, just disappointment.

I don't know why it bothered me so much seeing him like that. I don't even know why I still cared. I just knew that I'd just shattered every chance of a friendship between us. Maybe even more than a friendship.

Sooo how Are you All feeling? Is life good? If you've read this far you're literally an Angel and I love you:)