Draco's Hufflepuff | Emerging

Fifteen: Shattered

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Saturday, 26th October, 1996

The difference in temperature from this Quidditch match to the last one I watched was considerable. Last time, it was warm and comfortable, but today, as I sat in the Quidditch Stands to watch Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, I was bloody freezing.

I remembered I even wore a dress when I sat with Patrick and watched Draco play, but today, I was wearing a pair of Muggle denims, a grey sweater, and my black double-breasted coat with some white trainers. A part of wished I were wearing my Hufflepuff scarf as well.

I was sat in between Hannah and Justin, with Patrick sitting behind me. My eyes were glued to Draco, who was hovering on his Firebolt alongside Harry, waiting for a glimpse of the Golden Snitch.

They'd been playing for around an hour, and Gryffindor were definitely much more triumphant today. As much as I wanted Slytherin to win, even I had to admit, Gryffindor were playing a million times better today, and probably deserved the win more.

Slytherin had scored just twenty points, whereas Gryffindor were already up to one-hundred and forty. None of the Slytherin players seemed that interested in the game.

Something had to have happened beforehand, because it wasn't like them to not be hyper-focused on winning something. It was a trait amongst all Slytherins, something I admired greatly in Draco.

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Patrick had asked me to come along and watch the Quidditch with him yesterday afternoon. I had to make out I would go with him reluctantly, to not make it obvious, but I was going anyway. There was no way I wasn't going to support Draco.

Even Hannah was getting more into Quidditch, especially as Seamus was always talking to her about it. I only cared when Slytherin was involved, but I had to admit, the game was a lot more exciting than I ever imagined.

Draco and Harry were now both racing around on their broomsticks, and I couldn't help but sit up a little straighter. I felt a smile form on my lips. Watching Draco fly around filled me up with a warm sense of pride.

I was always so impressed with anything he done, but there was something so beautiful about how he looked when he was good at what it was he was doing, and he knew he was.

My chest was fluttering as I looked over at Draco, swerving in between the towers and beams of the Quidditch Stands. Maybe I was just imagining it, but it really looked like he was taking his time and looking over the Hufflepuff towers more.

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Slytherin were now fully back in their stride and had scored fifty points in the last half an hour. They were now on seventy points and Gryffindor were up to one-hundred and fifty.

Harry and Draco had lost sight of the Golden Snitch again because they had gone back to sitting stationary on their Firebolts.

However, I was happy about that because Draco was drifting around where I was sitting. He kept looking over at me and every time he did, I felt a new batch of butterflies fill my stomach.

I knew it was stupid of me because it would never happen, but as I sat there on the cold wooden bench, I was fantasising life as Draco's girlfriend. It would be the moment's like this I'd look forward to the most. The little things like wearing a Slytherin jumper to every single one of his games and cheering for him the loudest out of everyone.

With every game won, I would be the first one down those stairs and throw my arms around him, proud to show him off, pouring the first drink celebratory drink.