Post by Elienp on Nov 24, 2011 10:25:37 GMT -8
Title: Anything for them
Rating: T
Words: 194
Warning: None
Summary: Draco'd do anything for his team.
The bludger hit him hard on his left side, yet it didn't make him fall off his broom.
He nevertheless tightened his hold around the broomstick.
The game was still going on, he wouldn't land till it wasn't over, much less when they were losing, even if it was only from such a ridiculously small difference.
Draco clenched his teeth. He had to find and catch the Snitch, but not before his team-mates gave him the signal.
Concentrated and careful, he couldn't allow himself to be focused solely on the tiny golden ball.
When you played Quidditch, you belonged to a team, you defended the pride of a House, your House. Though Draco was used to acting rather selfishly, everything changed as soon as he entered the pitch.
In his Quidditch robes, or in training, Draco belonged to a team. A team he'd do his best to satisfy.
He caught a glimpse of the snitch and immediately restrained himself from racing after it.
It wasn't the right time, not yet.
He took a deep breath. It was hard not to do what he wanted, what his body longed to do.
Hard but not impossible.
Rating: T
Words: 194
Warning: None
Summary: Draco'd do anything for his team.
The bludger hit him hard on his left side, yet it didn't make him fall off his broom.
He nevertheless tightened his hold around the broomstick.
The game was still going on, he wouldn't land till it wasn't over, much less when they were losing, even if it was only from such a ridiculously small difference.
Draco clenched his teeth. He had to find and catch the Snitch, but not before his team-mates gave him the signal.
Concentrated and careful, he couldn't allow himself to be focused solely on the tiny golden ball.
When you played Quidditch, you belonged to a team, you defended the pride of a House, your House. Though Draco was used to acting rather selfishly, everything changed as soon as he entered the pitch.
In his Quidditch robes, or in training, Draco belonged to a team. A team he'd do his best to satisfy.
He caught a glimpse of the snitch and immediately restrained himself from racing after it.
It wasn't the right time, not yet.
He took a deep breath. It was hard not to do what he wanted, what his body longed to do.
Hard but not impossible.
