A Holiday Season (Drarry Fanfic)

The better player

The ground was covered in white glitter as the sun had shyly appeared that afternoon. The view cheered me up; I hadn’t been especially happy since my last encounter with Harry. It was actually complicated. I was happy because he had talked to me in such a friendly manner, but gloomy because he was going back with his girlfriend. As if I could have any chance with a guy like him, anyway.

I walked around the school grounds, as it had become my favorite pastime. The view of the snowy Forbidden Forest and the quietness and stillness of everything was therapeutic to me in some way. I had never been a summer person at all.

I could see from afar someone was flying over the Quidditch field and I knew it could be no other than the acclaimed Gryffindor seeker. I felt inclined to walk towards the field, but I felt reluctant at the same time. I hated how he stimulated such contradictory feelings inside me. I decided to follow my new life philosophy: do not think, just do it. It had worked fairly well recently and before I could rationalize with myself, my feet were already walking forward.

I stopped by the Ravenclaw stands and watched Harry twirling on his broom as he caught the snitch once and twice and every time. I had never been good at Quidditch, and I didn’t really like the bloody game. Oh, what a child does to get his father’s interest…

I realized Harry noticed my presence by his looking into my direction.

“Hey, Malfoy, look at this!” he shouted from high in the air. He flew with amazing speed towards the ground. What the heck was he doing? I approached a few steps, worried that he would crash against the ground, as it seemed he would, but before he touched the ground, his broomstick turned, performing a perfect Wronski Feint.

After showing off, he finally landed a few feet from me, looking proud. He was wearing his Quidditch winter uniform, his hair was grey with tiny snowflakes all over it and his cheeks and nose were colored in a cute red. He approached me and in spite of the weather I instantaneously began to sweat.

“Would you like to try that?” he offered me his broom, referring to the Wronski Feint.

I shook my head.

“I gave up some time ago. You are the better player”.

Harry smiled as he shook off the snow from his messy dark hair.

“Perhaps you are right,” he said.

“Very modest of you, as always,” I rolled my eyes.

“I’m talking about what you said the last time. You are not the wizard I thought you were. I would never have thought you were such a romantic”.

I felt my cheeks turn slightly red at his words, and was relieved that he was not looking into my direction; he was playing with the snitch in his right hand.

I did not want to ask, but I did it anyway because I did want to know. Ugh.

“And… are you back together?”

He began to walk out of the field and I followed him.

“I think it is better if we talk after the holiday season. A letter wouldn’t be an appropriate way of talking things through”.

So he was following my advice. Stupid me…

The gentle winter wind was playing softly with our hair as we walked together back to the castle. I enjoyed the silence of his company before he spoke again.

“What about you and Parkinson?”

“What? Are you implying we are together?”

“Aren’t you?”

“No, of course not,” I said immediately. I was horrified just by the thought.

“Really?”, he glanced at me, “I always thought so…”

When we arrived to the castle entrance, Harry stopped before getting in. He turned to me with a very serious face and I prepared myself for the end of my good luck.

“You are with us now, aren’t you?”

“What do you mean?” I said, slightly confused.

“I mean, in the war”.

“Oh…,” I smiled spontaneously as I felt relieved, “yes, of course. I actually talked to Professor Dumbledore about it.”

Harry’s countenance relaxed into a more friendly face.

“Good. I’m going to the Gryffindor Common Room now. See you later.”

“Yes,” I said as he walked through the castle doors, already looking forward to meet him again. 

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A/N: I usually write in a world in which Dumbledore is not dead and students are still going to Hogwarts. I love that Dumbledore is usually alive in my fics :) haha

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