Control [Drarry]

Chapter Thirteen

The roaring of the crowd of students erupted in the stands as the players flew and hovered over the pitch. Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw teams were announced before Madam Hootch then made her way over to the centre of the pitch to quickly establish the rules to both teams. I watched over the pitch from the top corner of the stand, closest to the stairs, away from most Slytherins, not wanting to cause any unwanted attention, just wanting to enjoy the game.

The game began, it was fast paced, without the commutation it would be impossible to keep track of. First to score was Ravenclaw, they quickly cheered before hurrying to continue. However soon the game started to become rough and Gryffindor was a chaser down as they had accidentally been hit in the ribs with a bludger. I looked up towards where Potter was, higher up than the rest of the team, out of the way and safe, thankfully. I could only imagine he was doing his usual tactic of staying extra high in order to more successfully spot the snitch more, I caught his guise, he smiled and did a small wave before quickly jumping into action when spotting the snitch. The other seeker follows behind him as he weaves through the chaos on the pitch.

I noticed in the corner of my eye Blaise, who was a few rows over from me and sat towards the front of the stand looking at me and then back towards the match, I however tried my best to ignore it and continue to enjoy the game.

After a while the match dragged on for a while and light rain started over us, Potter being as slick as he was, tricked the other seeker into going the opposite direction of the snitch and started to chase it down, leaving a humongous gap between the two, guaranteeing the win.

Everyone cheered for their friends as Potter caught the snitch, winning the match. And for a moment he soaked in the cheers with a big smile on his face, seeing his smile made me instantly joyful. Then I watched as he flew, following everyone back to the changing rooms.

I stumbled down the stairs, hurrying so that I could get out before the crowds of people emerged, avoiding the suffocating feeling that had slowly developed this year from being in larger crowds. However I wasn't expecting a crippling pain to overcome me, causing me to lean on a wooden beam on the side of the stairs, by the time I had recovered everyone was stomping their way down the stairs with heavy feet, feeling overwhelmed I just stood to the side, waiting for the stampede of people to pass, at one point despite feeling incredibly disorientated I felt someone bump into my side, not being able to make out who it could have been, I carried on waiting to the side until it was all over. I turned to see no one else descending down the wooden stairs so decided I should take my chance to finally proceed.

"MALFOY," I heard someone call from behind me as I was leaving the pitch, slowly turning around to see who was calling me, and wincing as doing so. I couldn't help but smile as I saw Potter run up to me, "hey," he greeted to me, out of breath as he ran to catch up to me. "A few Gryfindors and friends are coming out to Hogsmead to celebrate the win, do you want to come with us?"

"I don't think that's a good idea," I replied, "I don't want to cause any disruptions with you and your friends, and what if I lost control again? All those people would see and know I'm a monster."

Potter placed his hand on my arm in the hope of giving me comfort, which it did, "you're not a monster, you're just someone who is going through a difficult time right now that we need to help figure out, which we will do together, but I understand if you don't want to be around people because of any judgement, the last thing I want is to force you to do something to make you feel uncomfortable." He spoke to me the whole time in a delicate tone whilst I nodded along to what he was saying, then I noticed a slight glint in his eyes as an idea of his formed, "what if you met up with me later on? After most people would have left, then it would be just the two of us, how does that sound?"

"Ok," I nodded with a smile growing on my face, "yeah that sounds delightful."

"Brilliant," Potter replied, starting to walk backwards, still talking to me, "Well I'll get going but I'll see you, 4 hours?" I nodded, "Great, the three broomsticks ok!" He ended with before running off again, whilst I was left standing in an empty plain, blushing.