Challenged Love

Chapter 6

I rushed to Kasper after we were dismissed. He was also walking towards me, coming from the stands to meet me as well.

"I did it, Kas!" I celebrated. "I'm on the team!"

"I'm happy for you!" he congratulated me on my accomplishment.

Kasper appeared to be genuinely excited for me, proud to see me achieving goals.

"Practice starts next week after school on Mondays, Thursdays, Fridays, and sometimes Saturdays," Draco voiced into my ear, standing right behind me.

I tilted my head a little towards him. "What times?"

"Probably four o'clock, but I'll check with Marcus to make sure."

"How did it feel to be crushed by Holly?" Kasper snickered at Draco.

I forgot he was there to witness that atrocious accident.

"Not fun," he confessed with a laugh.

"Don't even remind me," I stated, putting a hand to my face in embarrassment.

"Well, Blaise and I are going to hang out with a group of friends tonight," Kasper informed us as he began to tread away.

"See you later," I waved goodbye to him.

I turned to face Draco once Kasper was gone out from our presence.

"Thank you," I immediately said to him.

"For what?"

"For giving me those signals during the games. I seriously had no idea what I was doing."

"Oh, you're welcome. I just don't get why using signals are not as common in Quidditch."

"Well, if everyone used the same signals universally, then everyone's move would be easily predictable," I observed.

"That's true," agreed Draco, urging me to follow him as he trailed away from the Quidditch field.

I followed after him willingly. He proceeded to reveal to me about the many other tactics he has learned from playing Quidditch. Draco has already taught me many signals, demonstrated during the practice games. When someone directs their hand diagonally-downwards, that means fly down. When someone directs their hand diagonally-upwards, that means fly up. A fist to the head means there is a bludger incoming, and there are many more which I cannot recall at the moment.

While Draco was blabbering about his favorite Quidditch players, I listened with eagerness, though none of what he was saying interested me in the slightest. It was something about the enthusiasm in his voice as he discussed his interest, a deep passion outlining his words. He was going on and on about something he enjoyed... to me. I did not even bother to make comments. I just listened. Although, something must have interested me to cause me to listen so intently, even if it was not the topic itself. Perhaps it was the way he used his hand to imitate how fast his favorite Quidditch player can bolt through the air, or the way his smile grew as he recalled the time he actually got to meet this particular player. Maybe it was the sound of his voice, or the nearness of his body as we sauntered to Hogwarts side-by-side. We had nowhere in particular we had to be, so we had all the time in the day to just simply enjoy ourselves.

At least, that was what it seemed like.

Who else would think to ruin such a pleasant moment other than Parkinson?

Another question- how did she know the exact time me and Draco were coming back from the Quidditch field? She just had to be spying on us somehow, which proved to be rather creepy.

"Hello love birds," she said to me and Draco.

I felt my heart sink, and my spirits were instantly crushed.