Picture book- A drarry fan fiction

6

I woke up in my on bed, curled under the covers. Light shined through the window, distorted by the glass.
I sat up, realising that today I had to play against Harry. I told myself that it wasn't a big deal, but we hadn't played against each other when we were dating. There wasn't any Quidditch last year.
I made my way to breakfast, although I barely had any appetite.
Pansy, who sat next to me, stacked some toast onto my plate. "You have a game today, Malfoy. You need to eat."
I took a feeble bite of toast. "I have to play against him, Pans. I can't just let him win, can I?"
"Well, it's not like he'd do the same for you."
"Right. I'll make sure that he takes the bludgers, then."
"Exactly," she pointed her fork at me.
I laughed halfheartedly.

The day flew by, and before I knew it, I was pulling my quidditch robes on. Miles Bletchley, our Keeper, walked up to me.
"Don't let us down, Malfoy. We need to win this game."
"I know. I've been practicing, and I know I can catch the snitch before Potter does."
He handed me my broom. "Well let's get out there."
I grinned, and followed him to where the rest of the team was. I always admired Bletchley, he was hardworking and stubborn in the best way possible. Plus, it didn't hurt that he was handsome, too. He had a strong jaw, and his eyes were an electric blue. He always had this windswept look that made him look like he just got off his broom.

We walked out onto the field in formation. The Gryffindor team came from the opposite side, lead by Harry Potter. Lee Jordan, another Gryffindor, commentated the games.
We mounted our brooms and took off. Still in formation, Harry and Montague (The Slytherin captain) shook hands.
The game began, and I instantly flew high, looking for any speck of gold that could be the snitch. Harry surveyed the pitch across from me, leaning over his broom. A bludger flew past and I quickly pulled to the side to avoid it.
"Slytherin has scored the first goal of the game, those slimy little g-"
"JORDAN!" McGonagall's voice cut him off.
I gripped the handle of my broom so hard my knuckles turned white. I kept scanning the pitch, trying to block everything else out.
Finally, I saw it. The snitch flickered below Harry's broom by about 20 feet, and I dove. Harry saw me dive and quickly looked to where I was heading. He was closer, and I prayed that he wouldn't see it.
Of course, he saw the Snitch. Lovely.
He adjusted his angle and dove for the snitch as well. I didn't back off, and... BANG.
The next thing I know, I'm laying on soft grass, trying to breathe. I must have collided with Harry, and gotten the wind knocked out of me.
I groaned, the faint sound of Lee's commentary barely coming in over the ringing of my ears.
"It appears Slytherin's seeker is out for the count and- yes! Gryffindor has caught the snitch! Gryffindor has won the match!"
I stared at the sky, almost unable to process what I was hearing. Faces started to appear above me. First, Bletchley, then Madame Hooch, then a few others. One of the only faces I could focus on was Harry's.
I must have hit my head, because I slipped into oblivion staring at his emerald eyes.
I never realised that when I fell, the picture in the pocket of my robes had fluttered out.