Draco X Reader X Harry

Quidditch

The next morning, in the great hall. The gang is sitting, eating. Harry is twirling his food on a fork. Meanwhile you are talking to Draco.
Ron: Take a bit of toast, mate, go on.
Hermione: Ron's right, Harry. You're gonna need your strength today.
Harry: I'm not hungry.
Snape: Good luck today, Potter. Then again, now that you've proven yourself against a troll, a little game of Quidditch should be easy work for you...even if it is against Slytherin.
You and Draco:
Draco: Look at Snape probably warning potter that he's going to loose the Quidditch game.
(Y/N): Hey Draco? Why are you so mean to them?
Draco: Because Granger is a mudblood... and needs to learn to respect me for I am a pure blood.
(Y/N): Hm...
Draco: Also you of all people shouldn't be hanging around them...
(Y/N): Why?
Draco: Because are two families have known each other for generations and it's a disgrace...
(Y/N): *gets up and walks towards the gang*
Back to the group
Harry: That explains the blood.
Hermione: Blood?
Harry: Listen, last night, I'm guessing Snape let the troll in as a diversion so he could try and get past that 3 headed dog. But, he got himself bitten, that's why he's limping.
(Y/N): Hey guys! I know I shouldn't really be sitting over here but I don't think anyone will mind... So can I sit with you guys?
Harry: Yeah of course we're just talking about what's going on with the troll and everything.
(Y/N): ...What do you mean?
Harry: Just fallow along and if you still confused I'll explain.
Hermione: So, why would anyone go near that dog?
Harry: The day I was at Gringotts, Hagrid took something out of one of the vaults. He said it was Hogwarts' business, very secret.
Hermione: So you're saying...
Harry: That's what the dog's guarding. That's what Snape wants.
(Y/N): ....Snape...
{An owl screeches. It is Hedwig. She is carrying a very large, long parcel. She drops it off.}
Hermione: Bit early for mail, isn't it?
Harry: But I-I never get mail.
Ron: Let's open it.
Harry: It's a broomstick!
(Y/N): Yeah I think that was obvious...
Ron: Thats not just any broomstick, Harry. It's a Nimbus 2000!
Harry: But who...?

{He sees Professor McGonagall up at the head table, stroking Hedwig. She smiles and Harry nods.}

Inside a Quidditch tower. The Gryffindor team is marching towards the starting gate. They reach it and stop, behind a closed door.

OIiver: Scared, Harry?
Harry: A little bit.
Oliver: That's all right. I felt the same way before my first game.
Harry: What happened?
Oliver: Er, I don't really remember. I took a bludger to the head 2 minutes in. Woke up in the hospital a week later.

Lee: Hello, and welcome to Hogwarts' first Quidditch game of the season! Today's game Slytherin versus Gryffindor!!!
{Cheering. Close-up of Gryffindor students. They are cheering. Neville: Gryffindor!}
Lee: The players take their positions as Madam Hooch steps out onto the field to begin the game.
Hooch: Now, I want a nice clean game...from all of you. {looks at Slytherin. She kicks the trunk, and the bludgers zoom out.}
Lee: The bludgers are up. Followed by the Golden Snitch. Remember, the snitch is worth 150 points. The seeker who catches the Snitch ends the game.
Lee: The Quaffle is released... and the game begins!

Draco: Slytherin is going to win, just watch...
(Y/N): * rolls eyes* Does it really matter that much to you?
Draco: Of course it does!
(Y/N): *small smile*
Draco: What?
(Y/N): Nothing, it's just sorta cute is all...
Draco: HUH!?
(Y/N): *Starts laughing*
Draco: *grumbles* Girls...
(Y/N): *takes scarf*
Draco: Hey! That's mine!
(Y/N): Yeah... but your mean and it's cold... Hm... Do you really want it back?
Draco: *puts hand out*
(Y/N): Hm... alright... it's simple then, a-p-o-ligize...
Draco: What?
(Y/N): Say your sorry and I'll give it back... *smiling*
Draco: Crab, Goyle!
(Y/N): *jumps up on to the next seat, sliding through the people* Aw... come on...
Draco: Hmph! *whispers quietly* S-sorry...
(Y/N): *Slides out of the crowd* Here you go one scarf! *hands him back the scarf with a teasing smile*

Lee: Angelina Johnson scores! 10 points for Gryffindor!
Draco: *attention gets drawn back in to the game*
Harry, in the air, claps.
In the stands, Gryffindor cheers.
The Slytherins decide to get messy. They dodge, kick, and try to score. Once again, Oliver blocks.
Flint: Give me that! {he grabs a beaters bat from one and whacks a bludger right at Oliver. It hits Oliver in the stomach and he falls to the ground.}
(Y/N): Hey! That's no way to win!
Crowd: {Booing}
Harry is visibly upset.
Slytherin laughs.
The Slytherin members head off. One jumps over George (or Fred) and scores. Slytherin cheers.
Flint: {to other members} Take that side!
They box Johnson in and sent her into the capes covering one of the towers. She falls down in and is out.
(Y/N): They could seriously hurt her!
Draco: So?
The crowd boos. Slytherin scores once again. Suddenly, Harry sees the Snitch. He starts to head off after it and then his broom starts bucking and turning.

Harry: Whoa! Whooa!
(Y/N): Harry!!! ((What's wrong with his broom!?!?))
Hagrid: What's going on with Harry's broomstick?
Hermione looks through binoculars at Harry, then at Snape, who is muttering something.
Hermione: It's Snape! He's jinxing the broom!
Ron: Jinxing the broom? What do we do?
Hermione: Leave it to me. {She hands Ron her binoculars and leaves.}
Harry is knocked around, then falls, dangling by one arm from the broom.
Ron: Come on, Hermione!
She appears underneath Snape and touches his cloak with her wand.
Hermione: Lacarnum Inflamarae.
A spark ignites and Snape's cloak catches fire. Hermione leaves.
Man: Fire! You're on fire!
Snape: What? Oh! {knocks the man back, who falls into Quirrell, who then also falls. Snape bats out the fire and acts as though nothing happened. The broom stop bucking, and Harry climbs back on. The Slytherin seeker is after the Snitch. Harry takes off.}

Ron: Go!
Hagrid: Go go go!
(Y/N): Yes!!!
Harry rams the Slytherin Seeker as the Snitch dives. The boys follow, but they approach the ground quickly. The Slytherin Seeker backs out, and Harry pulls up his broom as he follows the Snitch, feet above the ground. Harry stands up, and steps forward, trying to grab the ball. He goes too far, and topples off the broom with a yelp, tumbling on the ground.
(Y/N): Ow...
He gets up and lurches.
The crowd gasps. Hermione appears beside a tower to see.
Hagrid: Looks like he's gonna be sick!
(Y/N): Is he okay?
Draco: *rolls eyes*
Harry lurches and the Snitch pops out of his mouth. It lands in his hands.

Lee: He's got the Snitch! Harry Potter receives 150 points for catching the Snitch!
Hooch: {Blows whistle} Gryffindor wins!

Draco: No!
(Y/N): *watches Draco*
Hagrid: Yes!
Hermione: Whoo-hoo!
McGonagall: {Giggles happily}

Harry raises the Snitch into the air and the crowd, and his team, cheers.
Crowd: Go go Gryffindor! Go go Gryffindor! Go go Gryffindor! Go go Gryffindor!