Unforeseen Bonds || Draco Malfoy

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The blaring whistle signalled the start of the Quidditch match, and the stadium erupted into cheers. My heart pounded in my chest as both teams shot into the air, a blur of green and blue against the sky. I quickly found Draco, his movements smooth and confident, the personalised jersey he gave me now feeling like a badge of honour.

"And the Quaffle is immediately seized by Cho Chang of Ravenclaw! She's darting towards the Slytherin goalposts—dodging a Bludger sent by Montague! What a start!" the commentator's voice boomed over the noise.

Cho weaved through the air, her movements swift and precise. Just as she was about to shoot, Theo swooped in and intercepted the pass, propelling the Quaffle back down the pitch. The Slytherin supporters, including me, erupted in cheers.

"Blaise Zabini with the Quaffle now, showing off some incredible broom work—look at that dodge! He passes to Malfoy—yes, Draco Malfoy, Slytherin's Seeker, but clearly, he's versatile today!"

Draco caught the Quaffle mid-air, dodged another Bludger, and sped towards the Ravenclaw goalposts. The crowd held its breath. At the last second, he fainted left, then shot right, sending the Quaffle through the hoop with astonishing speed.

"GOAL! Slytherin scores the first ten points of the match, thanks to an incredible play by Malfoy!"

I jumped to my feet, clapping and shouting, unable to contain my excitement.

"Can Malfoy even do that?" Sylvia questioned from beside me.

"I mean I'm not complaining." I responded, eyes glued to the flurry of blue and green.

The game continued with relentless intensity; each play more thrilling than the last. High above the action, Ryder and Draco circled, searching for the elusive Golden Snitch.

My eyes darted between the frantic plays, my heart in my throat. The energy in the stadium was electrifying, each cheer and gasp from the crowd amplifying the stakes. This match was shaping up to be unforgettable.

Both of the boys flew around the players, desperate to see even a small glimpse of metallic gold, fluttering among the pitch. The competition between them was palpable, each determined to outfly the other. Every so often, their eyes would meet, a silent, but intense determination, that hinted at a deeper rivalry; something that went just beyond Quidditch.

"Ravenclaw's Stretton Scores! The Quaffle zips through Slytherin's defence—what a match we have folks! It's anyone's game!" The ravenclaw side of the bleachers cheered, jumping and loudly shouting their team chant.

I watched as Draco ascended towards the sky; eyes locked onto something glinting above the Hufflepuff stands. Ryder noticed too and sped after him. The clouds above were foggy and had very low visibility. It wasn't until both seekers were engulfed into the abyss, that the rest of the crowd seemed to notice.

Time went on as the game was still intense, Bludgers and Quaffles flew through the air. Many times, our goalie almost missed blocking a shot, yet the game still seemed off, with each of the seekers now gone.

Draco's Pov

I shot up into the swirling mass of clouds, the snitch glittering in my line of sight. My broom vibrated with the speed as I pushed it to its limits, the snitch tantalisingly close but still out of reach. A sudden, violent gust of wind slapped the back of my neck, and I realised Ryder was right behind me, his presence an ominous shadow.

"Give it up, Malfoy!" Hawthorne's voice cut through the roar of the wind; his broom now aligned with mine. My eyes locked onto the golden snitch as it suddenly plummeted. The Ravenclaw, caught off guard, struggled to adjust.