Snivellus

8

It has been a couple of weeks since Darah and Draco talked, after she had won the second game of chess to Draco's disappointment. She got underway of her piles of homework but today she could finally relax as it was quidditch game day.

She sat at the Slytherin table with Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode, eating her grand breakfast.

She looked up ahead of her and saw Harry Potter sat on the Gryffindor table in his quidditch uniform. He was looking nervous about the match.

Darah wanted to smile at him or catch his attention somehow. She was curious, especially since he became seeker during his first year. She unfortunately couldn't as her father forebode it but that just enhanced her interest into why.

'What do you think about Potter being seeker, Darah?' Pansy asked her as she swallowed her food noisily.

'I dunno.' She shrugged.

'You're just being modest.' She scoffed. 'It's clearly wrong. Favouritism. You know you really are too much of a nice Slytherin.' She added, stabbing her fork into a hash brown.

'Argh.' Nearly headless Nick passed through Darah's body.

'Oi! Watch where you're going Headless!' Pansy flung her arms in the air at him and brushed down her robes with disgust.

Finally the quidditch match had begun. Slytherin vs Gryffindor! As the teams swept out and flew around the pitch Slytherins roared with cheers. Loads of people either had green or red face paint on or wore scarves to match their house colours. Darah wore her scarf as she jumped up and down cheering everyone on and clapping happily.

The match finally started. It was intense at first. Then Harry got his act together and managed to catch the snitch! Darah was impressed especially because she seemed to lack in natural flying skills.

After the match Darah, Pansy and Millicent walked back to the common room. Walking into the castle grounds Darah saw Harry a few yards away. She made a split decision and purposely dropped her scarf on the floor.

'Oh!' She cried worriedly. She ran after the scarf that slowly blew in the wind ahead of her.
'I'll catch up with you later!' She shouted back behind her friends.

The scarf flew towards Harry and landed at his feet. He looked down at it and back up to see where it had come from.

Darah reached him out of breath. 'Hi, sorry, dropped my scarf.' She puffed nervously.

Harry bent down to pick it up. He handed it to her. 'Here.' He smiled gently. They both stood there for what felt like an hour in awkward silence, staring at each other.

'Oh erm, yeah I should get going now.' Harry waved to her and headed away.