𝐀 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 [Draco×OC]

9: The answer is Yes

"The answer is Yes"

As Draco said, it was still raining. It was Sunday morning, and it was a cold day. However, that didn't stop the Quidditch pitch from being filled with students and professors. Gryffindor was winning, and their Seeker was none other than Harry Potter. I wasn't surprised they were winning; they're really good. Harry is very skilled with his broom, too. He seemed to be getting closer and closer to catching the Golden Snitch. Apparently, if you catch it, your team wins the game instantly. It didn't matter; I wasn't worried because I knew Harry didn't count on Draco being good without a broom as well. In fact, no one knew that. Only Draco and I knew. Besides, I have to say it: Draco seemed to be intent on playing dirty. He was constantly bumping into Harry with his broom, trying to destabilize him, and saying things whenever he could. I couldn't hear what he was saying, but I could imagine.

Suddenly, after flying so high that we couldn't see them, both of them came down together at full speed. He did it.

Draco did it.

He caught the Snitch.

Draco caught the Snitch!

We all began to cheer and celebrate. Slytherin had won! We hugged each other without realizing it, as if we had been friends forever. I hugged Theo, who was next to me. The players descended onto the pitch while Draco triumphantly displayed the Golden Snitch in his hands. The other players also gathered around him in a group hug.

"Looks like you did a good job helping Malfoy yesterday, huh?"

"Right? Although, I didn't do much... Just gave him a little push. He's very insecure, but he's talented... Don't tell him I said this or his ego will grow even more, if that's possible."

Theo smiled. We moved toward the pitch to celebrate with our team. To be honest, I wanted to congratulate Draco. He had done brilliantly. It wasn't even noticeable that he had flown for a while. Draco seemed to know exactly how to cover up those things. I approached him, smiling, taking his hands.

"I knew you could do it! Do you see everything you can achieve if you stop being afraid?"

"Rasmüssen, don't turn this into a lesson about confidence," he smiled.

We hugged tightly, under the rain. We were both very wet, clearly.

"Here, take this, I wouldn't want you to get wet and catch a cold," Draco said, taking off his cloak and putting it over my shoulders, "besides... It's uncomfortable for celebrating. I'll see you inside."

With that, he ran off with his teammates to continue celebrating on the pitch. He looked happy, and it was no wonder. He had achieved victory.

I headed towards the school to take refuge from the rain, using Draco's cloak to cover myself. It has the number 7, and his last name, Malfoy. I suppose I should dry it before returning it, and, of course, add some perfume. Draco likes to smell nice. He also likes raspberry scent, and I have a lot of perfumes with that fragrance... Or maybe I'll just keep his cloak. I'm sure his father can get him another one. I'll never have one, and this one fits me well. It matches my eyes. I think I deserve it, after all, if he won, it's thanks to me. Not that he didn't do anything; I mean, he's very skilled, but knowing how to fly gave him an extra edge that he didn't have before, and that was thanks to me.

"What are you doing with Malfoy's cloak?" Theo asked. I don't know where he appeared from, but he didn't seem happy to see me. I thought he'd be celebrating with the other students, until I remembered that Theo is not exactly known for being... Sociable.

"It's nothing, really," I hesitated, "It was raining, and he gave it to me. He said it was uncomfortable for celebrating."

"Ángeles, you may be a powerful witch, but you're very naive."