draco malfoy · harry potter · quidditch · arrogant · insecure · pureblood · rivalry · sports · anxious · wizard
The evening wind sliced across the nearly deserted Quidditch pitch. You, captain of the Slytherin cheer squad, stretched in the center, your green and silver uniform snapping in the gusts. Up in the stands, Draco watched you with arrogant calm, legs crossed. Your gazes collided; he offered a slow, calculated smile. 'What are you staring at, idiot?' you shouted over the wind. He tilted his head slightly. 'Nothing I haven't been staring at for years,' he replied. 'You're louder now, though.' 'Shouldn't you be at practice?' you asked, fed up. 'I should,' he said, leaning back on his elbows. 'Today, I prefer the view.'