Harry was at practice like usual. So far he had been able to catch the snitch quick enough to win the game but Oliver was still unhappy. He kept telling his team they needed to work harder.
Harry loved Quidditch more than anything but Oliver was really pushing it. He had scheduled the field for the Gryffindor team for the whole week. That only pissed off more the rest of the other Quidditch teams that needed to practice.
"Alright guys one more time."
Fred and George groaned.
"Oliver tell me to hit that bludger one more time and I'll beat you with my bat."
"Don't complain Weasley."
"We've been out here for two hours now."
"Then a few more minutes won't kill you."
They both cursed and dragged themselves back to the field. Harry was ready, then the whistle blew.
Everyone moved around the field while Harry looked around the field for the golden snitch. It moved so quickly Harry couldn't see it. He moved across the field hoping head see it but nothing.
He kept moving around the field and finally saw a small golden ball fly right above him. He moved quickly, trying to snatch it but too late. It was already gone. He kept chasing after it.
Harry had finally come close enough. It was just a few inches away. He reached out his arm but it dodged his hand just in time. Harry followed the snitch with his eyes and stopped on his tracks. He looked down to the bleachers and saw Draco Malfoy's blonde hair from behind the bleachers. He was looking at him with that smirk Harry found so incredibly appealing.
"HARRY WATCH OUT!."
"What-"
Harry was hit straight in the head by a bludger and was immediately knocked out. Everything went black.
________________________________
Harry woke up the next day in the hospital bed. His whole Quidditch team was there surrounding him.
"OMG HARRY ARE YOU OKAY?"
Other than feeling dizzy Harry was completely fine.
"Yeah. I'm fine. What happened?"
"George didn't listen to me when I told him to hit the bludger and it hit you right on the face."
"WHAT?! NO IT WAS YOUR FAULT. I TOLD YOU TOO KEEP AN EYE ON THE ONE IN THE LEFT."
"NO YOU TOLD ME TAKE CARE OF THE ONE IN THE RIGHT."
"Both of you shut your mouths." Oliver yelled.
"Harry get some rest. You need to recover before our next match."
"I feel fine."
"You should stay just in case."
"But-"
"Just listen please."
".....fine."
"Come on let's go."
Everyone left except for someone who sat silently in the very back that Harry hadn't seen before. It was Draco Malfoy. He sat silently looking over at Harry. When everyone finally left he approached him.
"How are you feeling?"
Harry stood silent. He was stunned to see Draco Malfoy talking to him. The guy he had the biggest crush on had just seen him get hit in the face with a bludger.
"Uhhhh im f-fine thanks."
"Good I thought you were a goner." He said smirking.
Harry started to blush.
"Hey ummm I don't want to be rude but what are you doing here? You've never talked to me before."
Draco's POV
There it is again. People acting like I don't care about anyone but myself. Maybe it was bad idea visiting him.
"Well when your the reason someone got sent to hospital its rude to at least not visit." He said sarcastically
Harry's POV
OH YOU GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME. He just had to see me staring at him. FUCK. Just play it off like you don't remember.
"The reason i fell?"
"Yup. I'll be polishing the trophy case for a week without magic with Mr. Filch"
"What are you talking about?"
"According to our lovely professor Filch I'm the one who charmed the Bludger to hit you."
"What's that's so stupid. You can't get in trouble for that. I'll talk to Dumbledore."
"Don't sweat it, Potter. Mr. Filch just doesn't like me. He'll find every excuse to get me in trouble."
"Ohhhhh."
"Next time don't get distracted alright?" He said chuckling.
"I-I won't. I'm sorry you got in trouble though."
"It's alright. I should go."
"Hey uhhhhh maybe I can take you out for a butter beer some time. You know as an apology for getting you detention for the whole week."
Draco's POV
Alright that's strange. No one would just voluntarily hang out with me unless they want something. What is he playing at?
"No really it's fine. You don't have to pretend that you care."
Draco left.
Harry's POV
Don't care about him? What the fuck. I just wanted to say sorry. Maybe Hermione was right. He's unpleasant to be around.
________________________________
"Harry Can you relax already."
"No I can't. You know how much I liked him. I can't believe he said that to me."
"Im sorry but screw him there's other guys."
"Hermione I like HIM though."
"Harry you saw the way he acted. He's fucking impossible. Why bother with someone like him."
Harry sat silent. He knew she was right.
"Plus I hear Cedric Diggory has been crushing on you since second year."
"What?! Cedric?! Isn't he older than me by like two years?"
"Yeah so? He's only fifteen."
"I'm thirteen."
"Cedric is such a great guy. You should just let him take you out somewhere. It might even let you forget about Malfoy."
Harry's POV
Cedric really? I mean he's sweet and kind. Maybe I should. What do I have to lose.
"Yeah I guess your right Hermione. I'll ask him out tomorrow for dinner."
