Chapter 12

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TOURNAMENT DAY

"Malfoy," Harry greeted Draco cordially while fixing his gloves.

"Potter," Draco replied, tightening his own sleek black gloves.

He stretched out his fingers and made a fist, so the material adjusted nicely in-between his long fingers.

"Nice gloves, Malfoy, Diagon Alley?" Harry asked, curiously.

The sleek gloves looked good.

Draco nodded, "You should check out Blaise's Quidditch stores, he's got the latest stuff."

"I'll do that, thanks for the tip, Malfoy," Harry replied, thankful and mentally making a note to visit soon.

"You playing the Harpies first?" Draco asked with indifference.

Harry grimaced and replied sarcastically, "Yeah, and I'm looking very forward to it."

Draco laughed and offered eagerly a dangerous twinkle in his eyes, "Ours is against the Cannons."

It was the match he was looking most forward to.

Weasel Shit glared at him throughout the briefing and Draco replied in kind by showing him the finger.

Harry knew that match was not going to end well.

Ron had been going on for weeks about the damage he planned on inflicting on Malfoy.

Harry listened because it was a best friend prerequisite but in all honesty, he felt bad for Ron.

He had tried his best to talk him out of doing anything dramatic or downright stupid but his advice fell on deaf ears.

Despite his best efforts, Harry seriously doubted Ron could do much.

Malfoy was a gifted flyer, but Harry still couldn't help but wonder, what Ron had in store.

Wood and George came up from behind and shook Harry's hand.

"All set Potter?" Wood asked, looking Harry over, much like an older brother.

Harry winced, "Yeah, the muscles are sore in places."

The men laughed, they were all feeling it.

Bright sunny skies and not a cloud in sight, the weather was clearly on their side.

The atmosphere was intense but glorious.

The stadium was packed to the brim with supporters for the League teams and the retired players.

The colours of the banners and cheers of the supporters echoed throughout the Stadium.

The Daily Prophet and Quibbler ran exclusives on selected players and of course, Harry had been picked first to be featured, followed by Wood and then Draco.

The Daily Prophet interviews completed, they sat patiently waiting for the reporter from the Quibbler to arrive.

To their astonishment, Luna pushed back the cloth and stepped into the tent.

"Hello, Harry, Draco, Oliver," The mystical blonde spoke, her dreamy voice trailing after her.

Luna sat down comfortably on the stool and started her long stream of questions.

They had absolutely nothing to do with Quidditch.

After what felt like hours, Harry struggled to find the relationship between a Quaffle and a Nargle.

He had his eyes scrunched up in thought and glanced sideways at the other men for help, while Luna waited patiently for him to figure out the answer to her question.

Draco snorted, unable to control himself any longer and Wood stared at the quirky blonde like she was barking mad.

Once Luna had finished her bizarre line of questioning and left the tent, Harry burst out laughing, followed by Draco.

Wood simply stared at Luna's departed figure and muttered to himself, "What the fuck?"

Harry regained his composure, "Luna is brilliant but different."

"She grows on you mate," Draco told a wide-eyed Wood.

Their robes were magnificent.

Sleek, pitch-black robes with silver lettering.

Harry and Draco had gone with their school numbers, both sported the number seven.

The All-Star men and women were a formidable-looking bunch and a force to be reckoned with.

Harry's match against the Holyhead Harpies was about to start and he led his team out onto the pitch confidently.

He missed flying! Quidditch was one of the things he missed most.

The excitement, the sheer thrill, it was a blood-pumping high at its best.

He posed for many photos and signed every scrap of parchment he was handed. They took to the sky and the crowd erupted with enthusiastic and roaring applause.

Harry gave Ginny a curt nod, as he took his place.

Anxiously, he waited for the whistle.

Harry unconsciously held back, because he was playing against his girlfriend, but Ginny played as if she had never seen him before in her life.

The fiery redhead was fierce and bloody brilliant.

Ginny scored the most goals for the Harpies and Harry watched in awe.

It took him fifteen minutes to find the glittering Snitch, it fluttered near the boot of the Harpies Beater.

The Harpies Seeker was at the opposite end of the pitch and Harry sped towards his prize, completely immersed in the rush of adrenaline that spread throughout his body.

The Harpies Beater looked at the approaching All-Star Seeker in alarm.

Looping her easily, Harry caught the small golden ball with ease.

He held up the Snitch, the stadium erupted with tumultuous applause.

Ginny scowled in disappointment and grabbed her broomstick handle in frustration.

Hermione watched as her friends played their best, but it was the next match that had her on the edge of her seat.

She was seated between Theo and Blaise and she enjoyed herself immensely hanging out with the Slytherin duo.

Theo was trying to stuff a whole pastry down his throat, Blaise looked at him in disgust. It was the seventh pastry he was wolfing down.

The man really was a bottomless pit.

Her hands twitched, she rubbed them and willed herself to calm down.

Blaise watched a nervous and fidgety Hermione, "You alright there, Granger?"

She nodded, unsure of her voice.

Theo had succeeded in swallowing the pastry whole.

His mouth full of the flaky treat, he managed to spit out, "Don't worry Granger, there hasn't been a Quidditch related death in over a hundred years."

Blaise and Hermione turned to look at the lanky Slytherin

Completely oblivious to his callous remark, he shrugged, "What?"

Blaise smacked Theo on the head and yelled over the noise, "You stupid fucking moron."

While Harry had a mixture of fans surrounding him for an autograph and picture, Hermione watched her boyfriend with increasing distaste.

The fans, for the lack of a better word, that gathered and swooned around Draco, were all female trying to get close for a picture.

One stupid bint went as far as to put her arms around him and kiss his cheek, while her idiot friend took a picture.

Hermione crossed her arms over her chest and fumed.

Theo let out a low whistle and Blaise roared with laughter at the swarm of women and Draco's obvious discomfort.

Wood called out to him, Draco politely excused himself from his fanbase and hurriedly ran up to his Captain.

Silently, he thanked Wood, George snorted, and Angelina elbowed him in the ribs.

There was thundering applause, as the second All-Star team took to the skies.

She saw Draco take his place and nod at Wood, he flattened himself on the broom and waited for the match to start.

Hermione could see Ron hovering about the posts nervously.

The redhead was always nervous before a match.

Ron flew around the rings rapidly, adjusting himself to the environment and weather conditions.

Hermione swallowed and said a silent prayer, here we go!

The whistle blew, and they took off.

It was just rapid blurs of orange and black.

She watched Draco fly at breakneck speed weaving and ducking Bludgers, the Cannons Beaters had taken it upon themselves to target the All-Star Seeker.

Draco effortlessly dodged the continuous stream of Bludgers coming his way.

Ginny and Harry watched from the sidelines, they exchanged looks of concern.

Theo was on his feet and he yelled in outrage, "THAT'S A FUCKING FOUL!"

Most of the spectators seemed to agree with him.

A Bludger whizzed past Draco's face clipping his ear, he avoided it neatly before further damage could be inflicted.

Wood was beyond furious, he turned red with anger.

He beckoned his Beater and savagely instructed George, "Fuck them up, Mate!"

George grinned and signalled the other Beater.

They flew menacingly towards the Cannon Beaters, who had the good grace to look cautious.

Far more skilful than the Cannon Beaters, George easily found his mark, he ferociously hit a Bludger directly at the pair and it found its mark.

One of Cannon Beater got hit square on the side and spun out of control to the ground.

The other Beater watched wide-eyed, as his teammate lay unconscious on the ground.

He beat a hasty retreat, terrified by the assault he had seen, and George yelled, "YOU BETTER FUCKING RUN."

George gave Malfoy a reassuring nod, and they took off in opposite directions.

Ron watched the brutal attack on his team Beaters and cursed out loud.

His own brother! The bloody traitor.

They had been so close to putting Malfoy out of commission.

Angelina and the other Chasers scored, and they were already eighty points ahead.

The Cannon Captain rounded on Ron and yelled at him ferociously, "Get your shit together Weasley."

The Cannons were yet to score. Wood was still brilliant, he saved another one of their measly efforts.

He stretched his arms out and bellowed, "COME ON, ATLEAST GIVE ME A FUCKING CHALLENGE YOU WANKERS,"

The rest of the team roared with laughter.

Draco sped towards an unsuspecting Ron and pulled up inches away from his surprised face.

Ron stumbled on his broom and fell through a hoop, he glared at Draco.

"YOU SPINELESS GIT, I'M COMING FOR YOU, WEASLEY," Draco threatened loudly, and with that, he turned his broom upwards and into the clouds.

Hermione watched in fear, as the Beaters relentlessly chased Draco around.

She visibly paled and cracked her knuckles nervously.

It was obvious, that it was personal.

Blaise and Theo had been on their feet the entire time cursing the Cannons and the referee.

She let out a huge sigh of relief when George put an end to it.

Her eyes narrowed in anger at Ron, he was such a fucking child.

She narrowed her eyes trying to catch a glimpse of her boyfriend but he was impossible to spot.

Hermione gave up and concentrated on the rest of the match but moments later he emerged.

He was just a blur, black Jersey flapping in the wind, he sped off towards the goal post.

The Cannon Seeker caught on fairly quickly and took off after the billowing black robes but he wasn't in the same league as Draco.

Rounding the bottom of the third goal post, Draco caught the elusive little Snitch easily.

He raised it, firmly clutching on to it with his gloved hand, the wings fluttered and lay still in his palm.

The stadium erupted once again with ear-piercing cheers and applause.

Hermione jumped up from her seat in excitement, clapping like a maniac, grabbing Theo and shaking him.

Her eyes drifted momentarily to her ex-boyfriend, who looked utterly disappointed as he hung his head in defeat.

Wood was beside himself, all dignity forgotten, he did a small jig.

The team surrounded Draco, Angelina flung herself at him and crushed him with a hug, Wood and the rest patted him on the back.

Draco missed playing Quidditch.

The mind-blowing thrill it offered couldn't be compared.

The rush of adrenaline was pure and untainted.

The team was in the changing room, preparing for their second match against the Kenmare Kestrels.

A few remaining players from Draco's time with them greeted him warmly and cheerfully.

Wood stood before them, moving his arms rapidly as he instructed them on their positions and gave them a hearty pep talk to motivate them.

The passionate Captain was known for his encouraging and lengthy motivational speeches before matches.

The keyword being "Lengthy."

The Kenmare Kestrels weren't remotely like the Cannons, they were a very good team and Wood asked for Draco's advice since he played with them.

Draco was about to speak when Ron burst in with the Cannon Beaters and Seeker.

George, Flint and the other Beater stood up aggressively.

Draco eyed Ron lazily but with contempt, he continued to fix his glove.

"Oi, you fucking prat," Ron called out loudly enough for Draco to hear.

George grabbed his brother's shoulders and fixed him with an icy stare, "Calm the fuck down, Ron."

Ron roughly pushed George away and Draco, "I'm your brother, but today you protect this scum?"

Ron stood in front of Draco and sneered, "You're fucking nothing, Malfoy, she will come back to me and I'll fuck her till you're just a bloody memory."

A coldness replaced the blood in his veins, red clouded his vision.

That was it, Draco jumped out of his seat and tackled Ron.

Both men fell to the ground and Draco punched Ron's face repeatedly not bothering to resort to his wand.

Striking Weasley with his bare hands felt immensely gratifying.

Ron covered his face and tried to shield himself but without much success, his lip bust open and blood poured out.

Flint and George quickly pulled a furious Draco off him.

Draco took his wand out and held it inches away from Ron's face.

He bared his teeth and hissed darkly, "Listen to me carefully you fucking pathetic piece of shit, Hermione is mine, fucking deal with it."

He replaced his wand inside his robe and Wood patted him on the shoulder.

Ron tried to strike Draco while his back was turned.

They heard a loud thud, they all turned to stare at George with his wand out, "He might be my brother, but I won't tolerate a sneaky little fuck."

He stepped over Ron's limp body.

He wiped his brow, put his arm around Angelina and yelled confidently, "Let's go fucking win this shit."

They walked out of the tent bursting with confidence.

The remaining matches finished up faster than anyone expected and the tournament came to a close.

The League teams and the All-Star teams had decided on meeting up at the Club for an after tournament celebration.

Draco packed his stuff in time to see Blaise and Theo walk towards him beaming with pride.

Theo clamped him on the shoulder and they high fived, "Fuck Drake, you've still got it."

Blaise did the same and they walked towards the exit, chatting animatedly about the matches.

Draco narrowed his eyes, he could make out Hermione, but who the fuck was she talking to?

As they got closer, Theo shrieked excitedly.

"It's Krum, does Granger know him?" Theo asked Draco urgently and in awe, he was practically giddy.

Draco rolled his eyes as Krum came into view.

He rounded on his best friend and threatened, "Shut the fuck up, Theo."

Blaise grinned and offered, "She used to date Krum, right?"

He added thoughtfully, "They went to the Triwizard's Ball together if I remember correctly."

Draco scowled, "Yes, she did date the fucker very briefly."

He didn't need a fucking reminder.

Theo let out a low whistle, "Granger likes her Quidditch players, doesn't she?"

He paused for effect, "Krum is a bloody fantastic Seeker."

Draco glared at Theo and elbowed him in the ribs and Blaise rolled his eyes exasperatedly.

Their best friend desperately lacked an inner voice.

Hermione was deeply immersed in her conversation with Victor, that she didn't notice Draco approach with his friends in tow.

She felt Draco's lips on her cheek, "Oh Draco, I didn't see you," she said, slightly taken back and blushing shyly.

Hermione gestured towards Krum, "You, of course, remember, Victor?"

Draco bit back a nasty remark, he was dying to say, No! I don't remember the Bulgarian imbecile.

The way she said Victor made his skin crawl.

Instead, Draco smiled politely as Hermione introduced him to Krum, "This is Dra..." but Krum interrupted her, "Draco Malfoy, good to meet you" he said in his thick Bulgarian accent.

"Likewise," Draco replied, shaking Krum's extended hand firmly.

Theo and Blaise stood in the background awkwardly.

"Shall I introduce myself?" Theo whispered urgently to Blaise.

Blaise shrugged and replied with no enthusiasm, "Knock yourself out, mate."

Victor smiled and bent to give Hermione a quick peck on the cheek, "It was good to see you."

Draco held onto Hermione's hand firmly as she tried to break free to hug Krum but gave managed an awkward one-handed hug.

Draco smiled innocently and Hermione rolled her eyes, he was marking his territory.

Men are the absolute worst.

After Krum disappeared, Theo was beside himself.

Blaise teased him, "Did you wet your knickers?"

"Was that necessary?" Hermione asked incredulously.

Draco grinned and said seriously, "Where my girlfriend and ex-boyfriends are concerned, always necessary."

"Did you see his arms?" Theo gushed.

Blaise gave him a disgusted look, "Argh, get away from me."

Theo pushed past Blaise and linked his arm through Hermione's, "The best person to speak about Krum."

Hermione laughed, "Yes Theo, Victor does have nice arms."

She bit down on her lip in thought, dropping her voice to a sultry tone, she added, "Also nice legs, nice smile and very nice lips."

She winked at Theo and glanced at Draco.

She saw Draco flinch and look at her in disgust.

They burst out laughing at the scowl on his face.

"That's not funny Granger," Draco told her flatly.

They had done a quick apparation to the flat to change into something appropriate for the rest of the night.

At the club...

By the time they arrived, the place was packed and everyone was already there.

Wood cosied up to the Harpies Keeper and George, Ginny, Harry, and Angelina were dancing on the floor laughing and having a wonderful time.

Blaise was by the bar chatting up a Chaser from Harry's team and Theo fought his way through the crowd to Luna.

Hermione leaned against Draco and gently swayed to the music.

He placed a kiss on her forehead.

She stroked his pale cheek and said proudly, "You were amazing today, I've never enjoyed Quidditch more."

He kissed her hand and smiled crookedly, his body ached after the last tumble he took.

Draco did not mention the incident in the changing room, it wasn't required.

After their tussle, Weasley kept his distance and the Cannons proceeded to lose all their matches.

Wood and his team had come up victorious, with Harry's team second and Montrose Magpies a close third, followed by the Kenmare Kestrels and Holyhead Harpies.

The crowd had been on their feet throughout.

It had been the match to watch. The wave after wave of thundering cheers and applause still echoed in everyone's mind.

Draco and Harry whizzed, dashed, looped each other and did some of the scariest and thrilling moves ever to find the elusive Snitch.

Harry was still as brilliant and talented as he had always been.

He spotted the Snitch first and pointed his broom towards sweet victory when Draco emerged out of nowhere, it became a race to see who would get there first.

In the single moment of hesitation on Harry's part, Draco took the upper hand and caught the Golden Snitch.

Snitch firmly in hand, Draco lost balance because of the sheer speed he had been travelling and went crashing down.

Hermione watched in horror at the falling sight of her boyfriend.

Harry hurriedly got off his broom, ran towards Draco's fallen body and peered into his pale face.

Satisfied that Malfoy was in one piece, Harry offered his hand for him to get up and Malfoy accepted graciously.

Clasping his gloved hand around the offered one, he rose to his feet.

They sure had come a long way since their school rivalry.

Standing up to his full height, Draco declared the Golden Snitch, which sealed them the one hundred and fifty points they needed to emerge victorious.

Wood had done everything short of kissing Draco.

They stood by the dancefloor, too sore to dance or even move when a slightly drunk Harry Potter came towards them.

He slurred drunkenly, "You got lucky Malfoy, it won't happen again."

Draco and Harry exchanged a look.

"I look forward to it Potter," Draco replied confidently.

He considered Potter his ultimate competition.

Schoolboy prejudices aside, Draco knew Harry was a bloody amazing Seeker and he respected him for it.