Always. (A Draco Malfoy Story)

Slytherin vs. Gryffindor

I make my way back to my room and drop on my bed.
My thoughts immediately were focused on Draco's eyes when we were in that empty classroom.

How have I not notice how pretty they are?

Tori flies our room door open, "I still can't figure out why you did that."

I immediately sit straight, "Did what?"

She walks over to her bed, facing me, "You know what!"

I shrug, "It's fine, Tori. I don't mind the whispers. "

She gives me a worried look.

"It's just words, Tori. I can handle it," I reassure her.

"I'm just concerned is all," She grabs my hand and squeezes it.

I place my other hand over hers, "And I love you for it, but I'm okay, really."

She nods her head and heads towards the bathroom.
After closing the door, she peaks her head back out, "Oh! You wanna go watch Quidditch game next week?"

"Who's playing?"

"Slytherin vs. Gryffindor."

"Yeah, sure."

-

"Hey, save me a seat, ok? I'm gonna wish them luck," I nod at Tori and head up the stairs to the bleachers.

Tori's waiting outside of the boys locker rooms in search of the platinum blonde seeker. She sees him walking with Blaise walking towards her.

"Malfoy!" She runs up to the two.

"I know that face, that face is not your friend." Blaise warns Draco as he's already beginning to excuse himself from the upcoming conversation and walks into the locker room.
"Yes?"

Tori slaps his chest. "What is wrong with you?!"

"What in bloody hell did I do?!"

"Why did you tell people you and Joy had sex?!"

He shrugs his shoulders.

"She didn't sleep with you!"

"I know."

"So why?"

"Did anyone hit on her yet?"

"Why is that relevant right now?!"

Draco looks down at the floor.

"Wait... do you like her?!"

He looks up at Tori and starts to walk into the locker room.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy!" Tori yells out.

"You better keep you mouth shut, Greengrass!" Draco yells out, his voice slowly fading out.

"Good luck!" In a last attempt to yell, she giggles and heads towards the bleachers.

-

Luckily, I already found Harper in the bleachers and decided to sit with her until Tori came along, "Where's Chelsie?"

"Infirmary. Accidentally ate puking pastilles," Harper does a slight shiver.

I gag, "Remind me to visit her later."

Tori soon joins us, noticeably cheerier than when she left.
"What's up with you?"

"Nothing!" She's avoiding eye contact with me.
I poke my head out further so that I'm within her sight, "Tori?"

"Nothing! Nothing!"

I squint my eyes at her before slowly looking away. The game was about to begin.

-

The game went on, Gryffindor in the lead 130-120.
I watched Draco as he zooms across the stadium, his eyes focused on the snitch. Harry trails behind him by a hair.

A bludger suddenly whips past Draco, causing him to steer sharply to the right to avoid getting hit.

Harry's eyes are still focused on the snitch and begins to fly up to the clouds.

My eyes dart back to Draco, to make sure he's ok. He inspects his broom for any damages before resuming to fly in search of the snitch.

A few moments later, we see something dark falling out of the sky.
As it comes closer, everyone begins to scream as they realize it's Harry falling fast to the ground.

I hear Dumbledore say a spell before Harry's body hovers an inch above the ground.

The game is called to a time out so that he can be taken to the infirmary and they can call in their second string seeker.

The game continues on and Draco locks his eyes on the snitch once more.
He's flying fast but the snitch is flying faster.
He leans over the front of his broom, fumbles and falls to the ground.

We're all on the edge of our seats as we watch him gain consciousness again. His fist is clutched tight and he slowly opens his hand.

Wings slowly stretch out as Jordan Lee announces, "Slytherin wins!"

We all jump to our feet, cheering.
We won! Slytherin house is going crazy, the bleachers starts rumbling!
We all make our way down to the field to congratulate the team.

As I step onto the field, everyone's surrounding the players with applause, cheers, and high fives. Draco's suddenly lifted up into the air, displaying the snitch that won us the game. He's brought back down and is congratulated by a few more people.

"Congrats Drakeyyyy!" Pansy wraps her arms around his neck and squeezes him tight.
Draco's already trying to rip her off of him. "Thanks Pansy."

I'm cheering and clapping along with the crowd, but Blaise happens to notice me out of everyone around us.

He leans over to Draco, "Your girlfriend is here."

I see Draco look to me between the bodies in the crowd on the field.
I awkwardly wave at him as Tori congratulates the other Quidditch players.

He suddenly walks towards me. Pansy eyeing me out as he does.

"Good job, Malfoy," I give him a high five.

"Malfoy? I thought we were on a first name basis."

"Did you tell everyone you lied?" I begin to cross my arms.

He scoffs, "Of course not."

"Then I'll call you Malfoy."

He leans over to me so that I can hear him over the crowd, "Be my date for Hogsmeade this weekend."

I lean back, "Excuse me? Not likely."

"Come on, Joy. Celebrate with me. I did just win the most intense game of the season," He begins to flaunt the snitch that's still in his hands.

"I'm good. Thanks for asking though," I reach over the pull Tori back to me, and start to walk away.
I turn back to him, "Congrats again!"

The last thing I see was a small grin on his face, before he turns back to his teammates.