I'm Better Off. You're Better Off.

[[ 8 ]]

Rewritten: 10/31/2020

[Draco]

Did we just flirt?

My mind was spinning.

My head literally felt it was lighter than normal.

I mounted my broom and rose to the team.

I just couldn't shake it.

Something was different about her this year, and I couldn't ignore it.

I couldn't move on from it.

I played a few runs and kept glancing to the stands were Marie was sitting with her friends, talking about god knows what, and every now and every now and then I caught her look at me.

At me...

...and it felt right.

"Malfoy!" 

My eyes snapped away from the stands and dodged another Bludger.

"Where the fuck is your head?" shouted Blasie, hovering to hang beside me.

"Take five guys!" shouted our Captain as the rest of the team peacefully landed on the ground to bullshit.

"What do you mean?" I asked, looking over at him...nervously?

Nervous?

"You've almost gotten your head taken off by a Bludger three times today, we've only been practicing for half an hour!" Blasie confronted, and glanced down at the team then back up to me. "Is it the pressure?"

"Pressure?" I smirked, looking over at him and crossing my arms. "Pressure from what?"

I couldn't help but glance into the stands again.

Marie was snatching a bag covered bottle from Haven and replacing it with water.

I just grinned slightly as Blasie pushed on with his interrigation.

"The Pressure from the team and our parents." He elaborated. "We have a lot riding on you this year, and you haven't even started the cupboard yet, what's stopping you?"

"Privacy..." I growled, looking back at him.

"...among other things..." he grinned, catching my gaze and following my eyes. "...you really have it hard for her don't you -?"

"- who?!" I asked suddenly.

"- Haven?" He rose an eyebrow, moving his face a little to right in suspicion. "Are you feeling alright, mate?"

"I'm fine." I smirked, crossing my arms. "I haven't started on the cupboard because your dumbass gave them to me in latin, I haven't had a single moment of privacy and there are a number of distractions that need to be taken care of." 

"Distractions?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. 

"Yes, like Haven -" I started, but Blasie started to laugh a little too loud. "- what?"

"You're not distracted by Haven, I could see right through that fucking joke you called a date." He snorted. "She was annoying the shit out of you and you were completely miserable."

"So?" I shrugged, looking away from him.

I felt my heart drop, but leap into my throat at the same time.

Did he know?

If he knew, would he come down on me?

Would he snitch?