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It was a crisp Autumn evening after school, Draco was walking on the grounds of Hogwarts lost in thought as usual when he overheard some noise coming from the Quidditch arena. Deciding to see what's going on he entered the arena seeing the Gryffindor Quidditch team practicing for the next game coming up. As he quietly takes a seat within one of the stands his eyes are fixated on a particular person within the group of Gryffindor's- Ronald Weasley. It's been a few months now that he's quietly pursued his interest in Ron, not knowing why he's captivated his attention he can't help but follow his trail. It seems as though wherever Ron went, Draco lurked nearby. He knew it came off a bit creepy but he couldn't help it, he didn't know what these new feelings were that he had for Ron, but he knew he couldn't ignore them.
Frankly Draco found them quite annoying, he couldn't focus on anything, every thought would be filled with him in its place. Time and time again as these thoughts of Ron filtered through his mind throughout the past few months, Draco still found it baffling that he had fallen for a Weasley. After all with where their families stood in the public eye and with deep rooted history of rivalry, he found it quite humbling that his heart managed to latch to someone who was said to be his enemy. As he sat in the bleachers near the entrance he came in through, Draco sat back as he took out his journal starting to write about anything that came to mind. As he glanced up a few times over at Ron talking to his fellow teammates he realized he had started sketching his face in great detail. Blushing faintly he scoffs at himself knowing he has done this many times before knowing there are plenty of other sketches like the one he had just done within his journal. Despite trying to be discreet in his lurking, Draco noticed Ron's gaze looking uncomfortable and confused as he stared at him. Blushing faintly he sunk into his seat trying to hide his face behind his journal.
As he stood in a huddle with his teammates, Ron couldn't help but notice Draco sitting in the stands. Feeling someone nudging his arm he looks over at Harry who looks at him with a confused expression. "Everything alright Ron?" nodding he scratches the back of his neck "Yeah.. it's just that Draco's back.. he's been following me lately it's kind of creeping me out" looking past Ron Harry nods with a slight glare. "Yeah, I noticed that too.. don't let him bother you he's always been a bit..odd.." he says as he tunes back into the conversation. As practice went on, Draco found himself staring more often than he'd like at Ron as he sored around on his broom during practice. As he zooms around in the air Ron can't help but get distracted by his lingering gaze, taking his attention off of where he is going he suddenly face plants right into one of the goal keeps tumbling to the ground with a loud thud. Startled by the sudden events Draco yearns forward as if to rush over and check on him, but he stops himself finding his place he sits back watching as the others crowd around Ron who is groaning loudly.
Luckily a few short moments later, Ron is up on his feet, rubbing his nose where he had hit it on the goal post as his teammates surround him asking if he's okay. Brushing them off Ron's attention verts back to Draco sitting across the field in the stands. "Oi! What the hell is your problem!?" he shouts making a B-line for Draco who scatters up from his seat with a fearful stare.
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To Be Continued...
