Draco Malfoy (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} afm_draco) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} aftermidnight,@ 2008-10-06 20:05:00 |
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Who: Harry and Draco
What: A conversation that will probably settle things again or who knows what else
Where: The pitch at the Quidditch World Cup, just after Ireland's win
When: Monday Evening at the end of the Cup match
Status: Incomplete/Threaded.
Rating: Go with PG-13 for now.
Draco had sat alone in the stands with the ticket that Harry had given to him via owl. He was sort of surprised to have gotten it, but more then relieved to take the distraction that it offered. After all, he'd only just now found out that Astoria had been murdered in this most recent attack in France. While they hadn't ended their relationship on the best of terms, it still gave him quite the shock.
He didn't even mind when it was pouring rain and storming quite badly at the pitch. No drying charms were used to keep the storm at bay as Draco watched Harry perform his usual idiotic stunts to win the match. He was drenched from head to toe, but in that moment, Draco had never really felt that alive in a long while. As the game concluded, Draco watched as Ireland received the Cup--and as Harry was swamped by reporters. He chuckled lightly as Draco elegantly shoved his way forward through the crowd, closer and closer to where the team was located. Once, Draco would have found it annoying that Potter so easily got all this attention; now, however, Draco was more then relieved that it wasn't him in the limelight. Let Potter have the glory that he seemed to so desperately want, for all Draco cared.
As the reporters kept swamping the team, Draco just smirked as he stood off to the side, waiting for a moment when Harry would either spot him--or for a break in the crowd so that Draco could easily shove his way forward to stand at the former Gryffindor's side.
What: A conversation that will probably settle things again or who knows what else
Where: The pitch at the Quidditch World Cup, just after Ireland's win
When: Monday Evening at the end of the Cup match
Status: Incomplete/Threaded.
Rating: Go with PG-13 for now.
Draco had sat alone in the stands with the ticket that Harry had given to him via owl. He was sort of surprised to have gotten it, but more then relieved to take the distraction that it offered. After all, he'd only just now found out that Astoria had been murdered in this most recent attack in France. While they hadn't ended their relationship on the best of terms, it still gave him quite the shock.
He didn't even mind when it was pouring rain and storming quite badly at the pitch. No drying charms were used to keep the storm at bay as Draco watched Harry perform his usual idiotic stunts to win the match. He was drenched from head to toe, but in that moment, Draco had never really felt that alive in a long while. As the game concluded, Draco watched as Ireland received the Cup--and as Harry was swamped by reporters. He chuckled lightly as Draco elegantly shoved his way forward through the crowd, closer and closer to where the team was located. Once, Draco would have found it annoying that Potter so easily got all this attention; now, however, Draco was more then relieved that it wasn't him in the limelight. Let Potter have the glory that he seemed to so desperately want, for all Draco cared.
As the reporters kept swamping the team, Draco just smirked as he stood off to the side, waiting for a moment when Harry would either spot him--or for a break in the crowd so that Draco could easily shove his way forward to stand at the former Gryffindor's side.