Love Never Dies. (Draco Malfoy Fan Fiction) (Watty Awards 2013 Winner)

Chapter 7: Quidditch and Possibilities.

A/N: I wrote this chapter when I was sort of half-asleep. :( This time, Rachel plays Quidditch for her house, Slytherin. It's the first time for me to write about a Quidditch match so I hope it's good. Please leave a comment on how I can improve the story. I'll be correcting any mistakes I've made when I complete the story. Thank you! x

Today was the Quidditch match, Slytherin versus Gryffindor. I was a Chaser and Malfoy was a Seeker. Somehow, everything that happened in the past few days, I seemed to think of Draco almost all the time. Was it possible that I actually liked him? No way, no... NO. The match was in about a half hour and I couldn't afford to be distracted.

I change into my Quidditch attire and grab my Nimbus 2001, a gift from Draco's father to the whole of the Slytherin Quidditch team. I walk to the Great Hall, where Esme was seated. She was a beater in the Quidditch team. We were the unbeatables in Hogwarts. 

"Morning, Rach! Have some toast, we'll need the energy today!" Esme sang into my ears.

"Can't wait! Slytherin will win this time, no doubt!" I cheer with Esme before taking a toast and placing an egg on top of it. As I ate, I started to wonder what Draco was eating, or whether he was eating. He was the seeker and it wasn't bloody easy to find the snitch.

As I chewed on my food, I see Potter, Granger and Weasel walking in proudly. It was unbelievable how much Hermione changed over the past few years. We were inseparable in first year, and now it was like I was the perfect stranger, though sometimes she'd make the effort to smile at me when we walk past each other in the corridors. I finish my toast and decide I was done. I didn't want to breathe the same air as those three pricks.

"I'm done, I'm going to the pitch," I tell Esme, who was following after me. Maybe Draco was there.

"I'm coming with you, Rachel," Esme calls out behind me but I continue walking. I guess I finally admit to myself that I like Draco Malfoy, the boy who teases me unconditionally. "What's up with you, girl?"

"Remember that thing I told you about... a few nights ago?" I ask her as softly as possible.

"Um, yeah. It's about your potions partner?" Esme asks me, trying her best to fully understand the situation.

"Yeah, I think I like him," I tell her, avoiding eye contact with her. "But you can not tell anyone about this, you hear me?"

Esme nods in approval before wiggling her eyebrows at me, giving me a pedophilic look.

"Quit it, will you?" I tell her, laughing at the expression on her face. It wasn't long before we reach the Quidditch pitch and see the whole team already there. On the opposite side, I see the Gryffindor team doing a group hug. We did the same as our team captain gave us the talk before the actual match.

"Beaters, do a good job, don't let Griffindor beat us anytime soon! Chasers, pass the quaffle quick, make sure no Gryffindors get it. The Seeker, don't let us down. Our brooms are better than theirs. Catch it before Potter even sees it," the captain tells us, "All understood?" He asks us.

"GO SLYTHERIN!" he shouts and all of us join in, cheering. Soon, all the spectator stands were full of professors and students.

We proceed into a little room. When the doors open, we hop onto our brooms and fly into the pitch. Being on this black broom was one of the best things ever. It was sleek, fast and unbelievably stable at the same time. Gryffindor didn't stand a chance against us when Slytherin had these brooms. When Madame Hooch blew the whistle and released the Quaffle into the air, I zoom as fast as I could and I grab the Quaffle in my hands. Seeing the other chaser a few yards away from I was, I throw the Quaffle to her and go forward. She threw the Quaffle to me again and I race to the hoops with an eager Gryffindor chaser following closely behind me, trying his best to grab the Quaffle from my arms. I use all my strength to throw the Quaffle straight into the highest hoop.