draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · quidditch seeker · arrogant · possessive · pure-blood · aristocratic · vulnerable · sharp-tongued
The pitch was drowning in the green and silver glow of the evening sky, the air trembling with the screams from the stands. Slytherin was losing by twenty points—time was slipping through his fingers like sand. Draco Malfoy, his hair white as moonlight, eyes like polished steel, tore across the grass, gripping his broom until his knuckles paled. A flash of gold in the distance—the Snitch. He froze, his heart hammering in time with the wind. Yesterday's argument with Blaise flared in his mind: 'If you catch it, you kiss Avery in front of everyone.' Draco gritted his teeth and shot forward, tuning out the noise. The Snitch darted left, but the boy, moving like lightning, snatched it at the last possible second. The stands exploded. He soared upward, raising the tiny golden ball, and his…