Slytherin Boy Imagines

Victory - Draco Malfoy

Word Count - 483
Warnings - None
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The sky over the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch was a deep, vibrant blue, dotted with fluffy white clouds. The stands were packed with students and staff, all eagerly awaiting the final match of the season: Slytherin vs. Gryffindor. The tension in the air was palpable, the rivalry between the houses at its peak.

From my spot in the stands, I could see Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin Seeker, mounting his broom. His light hair ruffled in the wind, and his eyes were focused, determined. My heart swelled with pride as I watched him; he had trained so hard for this moment.

The whistle blew, and the game began with a roar from the crowd. The players zoomed into the air, weaving and dodging, each team striving for victory. My eyes never left Theo, watching his every move as he scanned the pitch for the Golden Snitch.

Minutes turned into an hour, and the score was close. Gryffindor was leading by a slim margin, but I knew it could all change in an instant if Draco caught the Snitch. The Gryffindor Seeker, Harry Potter, was also searching fervently, and the tension was unbearable.

Suddenly, Draco's posture changed. His eyes locked onto something, and he shot forward like a bullet. The crowd gasped, and I leaned forward, clutching the edge of my seat. Harry noticed and raced after him, but Draco had a head start.

The Snitch was barely visible, a tiny glint of gold against the vast sky, but Draco's  eyes were fixed on it. He stretched out his hand, his broom accelerating to its limit. Harry was closing in, but it was too late. With a triumphant yell, Draco's  fingers closed around the Snitch, and the stadium erupted in cheers.

"Slytherin wins!" the announcer's voice boomed, but I didn't need to hear it. I was already out of my seat, running down the steps and onto the field. My heart pounded with excitement and joy.

Draco landed gracefully, his teammates swarming him in celebration. I pushed through the crowd, my eyes only for him. As he turned, our eyes met, and a brilliant smile spread across his face. He broke away from his team and ran towards me.

I threw my arms around him, and he lifted me off the ground in a tight embrace. The world around us faded away, the cheers and noise becoming a distant hum. "You did it, Draco!" I exclaimed, my voice full of pride and love.

He set me down, his forehead resting against mine. "I couldn't have done it without you," he whispered, his eyes shining with emotion. "You believed in me every step of the way."

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me. "Always," I replied, kissing him softly. The world may have been celebrating Slytherin's victory, but in that moment, it felt like it was just the two of us, sharing our own personal triumph.