To Me, From Me // DHr ✔️

t h i r t e e n

Currently, the Slytherins are now ahead by twenty points, which, in reality, really isn't that big of a gap, but was offending to the general audience nonetheless. Hermione isn't even keeping tabs on the scores anymore; she was too busy scanning the skies for any indication that Harry and Malfoy are alive and haven't throttled each other to death yet.

"They're fine, you know, stop worrying too much."

She involuntarily jumped at the sound of the voice to her left which occupied no one two minutes ago. Hermione smiled at Luna, but the smile quickly faded into a confused expression once she saw that Luna was wearing a green and silver scarf around her neck instead of her usual blue and bronze. Before she could even open her mouth to question her choice of clothing at such an event, especially at this event, Luna cut her off by linking an arm through hers and leaning her head on Hermione's shoulder.

"I look good in green, don't you agree?" She said breezily, in a tone that suggests they were talking about a nail polish change, or a new pair of earrings, and not some sort of symbol of treachery. Oh, yes, the students of Hogwarts will positively burn Luna at the stake.

Hermione wanted to say more, so much more, to the platinum blonde cuddling up to her, but then she saw two black dots hiding behind a flock of clouds near the Gryffindor Tower.

"And that's another ten for the Slytherins! Can Harry Potter catch the snitch a little faster, please?" Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, Hermione focused solely on the dots that are now barrelling down in a speed that's making Hermione's knuckles turn as white as freshly fallen snow.

Harry was the first one to stop and haul himself back up, but Malfoy kept going and going, and going, his right arm outstretched to its full extending capacity.

Until he jumped out of his broom and dived head-first towards the unforgiving ground.

The entire pitch fell into silence at once.

She couldn't help but stand up then, and she wasn't the only one. From out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that almost everyone in the stands have stood up, shocked and curious from the stunt that Malfoy just pulled.

Malfoy tumbled onto the grass and for a few moments, just laid there, with his back hunched and head down.

"I don't believe this-" Seamus.

"Did he finally do it?" Someone else whispered.

"He's probably injured." Dean.

"Pathetic!" Another random voice called out.

The few moments ended as quickly as it came, however, with Malfoy straightening to his full height, brushing off the blades of grass that stuck to his pants in the process and fixing his windswept hair by combing through it using his left hand.

Good to know he still hasn't lost in touch with his vanity.

From behind him, Harry landed rather ungracefully, Hermione noted, as he almost fell off his broom as he was hopping off it, his gaze solely directed on Malfoy who, after a quick look over his shoulder to where Harry was, shot his right arm into the air, the snitch in his hand glinting under the midday sun.

"SLYTHERIN WINS!"

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AN:

The hardest chapter to write so far lol. My first time writing a sport-y, action scene so please bear with me with the shortness and straight-to-the-pointedness for I really didn't know what to do x If anyone's got tips on how to write out the scene with a flow that doesn't feel forced or unnatural, hit me up!