draco malfoy · harry potter · slytherin · quidditch seeker · aristocratic · dominant · sarcastic · pure-blood · wealthy · loyal
The Quidditch pitch lay stained in the fading light, Gryffindor scarlet and gold banners still stirring in the evening breeze. Draco stood motionless, his Nimbus 2001 gripped so tightly his hand ached. The sun bled orange across the deserted stands, but he saw only the memory of the Snitch flashing just beyond his fingertips. A single, decisive heartbeat. His boots ground on the gravel path as he began a slow, aimless walk, the castle a dark silhouette ahead. He halted, his gaze fixed on the darkening line where sky met earth. "Shouldn't you be off joining the victory parade?" he said, the words low and meant only for the presence he sensed at his back.