DRACO MALFOY X MALE!READER●WHAT IS THIS FEELING?●

Small Chat

'How did we get here?' (Y/n) question himself as he stared out in the open with a displeased look. His hands clutching on the bench that he sat on for dear life. Where was he? He got dragged from the Great Hall to the Quidditch pitch. By who? Believe it or not, it wasn't Kazz this time. Rather it was Sylvia. (Y/n) couldn't believe it at first, considering how she acted just a couple of days ago with the "Mudblood" incident. She just seemed so bummed out when the group shifted their attention to the teams instead of focusing on Lockhart's story.

However that is not the point right now.  Right now (Y/n) is scared shitless about how high they are off the ground. It's not like it's his first time sitting up in the stand. But it's not everyday someone sits 40 feet off the ground. "I feel sick..." (Y/n) muttered to himself, shifting in his seat with his back slouching. It's literally a saturday! He was supposed to be in his dorm reading a book or drawing or... SOMETHING other than being this high up in the sky. He then looked at Finnian who sat with a comfortable smile on. Eagerly watching the team that are practicing. Kazz seems to look the same, but stiff.

"Uhh, Kazz. You still there?" The Ravenclaw stayed still, her head slowly Turning her head towards (Y/n). "My soul has left my body at this point. But worry not, dear (Y/n). For it is slowly coming back up." Kazzandra said through her teeth. "Just give me a few minutes... And I shall be back to you wenches."

"I do not like your formalities and now, I am talking like you. Thank you for that." (Y/n) said only to ear two finger guns from his friend. He then looked back at the open as his mind began to wander. It's Sunday- he's suppose to be relaxing right now or doing homework. Granted, he'd rather relax than do anything, but that's besides the point. Maybe once this is over he can jump off the stand and hope someone will catch him. Although that seems very unlikely. The someone-catching-him part, at least. (Y/n) would jump off a dangerously high place any time of the day.

"Oh! They're starting!" Sylvia exclaimed with a wide smile. Players in green arouse to the sky on their brooms. "Five sickles if one of them falls down." Finnian whispered to (Y/n) who let out a small chuckle an handed his hand for Finnian to shake. To which the Hufflepuff happily accepted.

The group watched the players train with varying expression. From Sylvia's exited look down to Kazzandra's pale face that remained frozen with a smile and her eyes screaming to break free from where she sat. Finnian silently cheering on the team. (Y/n) was trying to catch up on the speeding Students on brooms. He felt his head spinning just by watching the chasers go back and forth in Quidditch pitch. Eventually, the (h/c) Gryffindor closed his eyes and pinched the bridged of his nose. He simply could not keep up with each of the players that passed.

When he looked back up, his eyes immediately latched onto a particular person. We all know who it is, so say it with me. The person's name is: Hagrid! Just kidding, it was great -value Barbie, Draco. Noticing that the blond was focusing hard on their practice. Gray eyes travelling all over the field, relentlessly searching for the golden snitch.

He aimed high and low, moved left and right. Draco continued to maneuver his broom, slowly, his expression turn an frustrated one. Eventually, the blond stayed in place, muttering a string of curse under his breath. (Y/n) suppressed a giggle, covering his mouth, and looking away at the blond Slytherin. Eventually, Draco spots the snitch and raced towards the golden ball as quick as he possibly could.  He reached forward. The tips of his fingers touching the golden ball, missing it by a millimeter. He let out a low growl before forcing himself forward again. This time finally snatching the snitch and he celebrated triumphantly. "Your boyfriends good at what he's doing." Kazzandra whispered, averting her eyes away from (Y/n) who glanced back at her with corner of his eyes.

"We're not dating, Kazz." (Y/n) stated with a huff. "Where'd the ring come from then?" The Ravenclaw asked smirking to herself. (Y/n)'s heart began to race. His hand swiftly hiding the red and black ring. "Alright team! Take five!" Flint yelled, catching (Y/n) and  Kazzandra's attention. They watched as the team begin to saunter downwards to the ground. "You still haven't answered my question."