Draco felt like a weight had been lifted, really, giving the team over to Vaisey. He knew that none of them understood why he'd done it, really, and that it seemed like a strange thing for him to have done. He wasn't sure why he'd done it himself, really... or, he was, and didn't want to think on it too closely.
Still, he'd enjoyed Quidditch for the first time in years, today, and had the win to show for it. Not a bad showing. He slid away from the celebration in the Common Room, though, while no one was paying attention - too busy congratulating the others or talking about Vaisey in the hospital wing - and made his way to the courtyard.
It was freezing, now that the sun was slipping, and he cast a warming charm around himself, and went in search of her.