Draco Malfoy

Draco knelt to a half-crouch on his broom in the Slytherin tent, waiting for the team to be announced. The moment he finally heard it, he blasted past the curtains and into the air. Cheers rose from his fellow Slytherins in the bleachers, and, to encourage them, he hoisted himself onto his feet on his broomstick. The cheers grew louder.

Then Draco jumped off.

It felt as if he were moving in slow motion. The wind whipped his hair as he plummeted to the ground. And then, as quickly as it had started, it stopped, with his broom catching him and him landing expertly on it. Screams of encouragement and delight rose from the bleachers, and he swore he felt Snape giving him a critical eye.

Draco's heart started to pound against his ribcage as Ravenclaw was announced, and he scanned the team for her. When he finally found her, his breath hitched in his throat, and he smiled softly.

Draco had been in interested in the French beauty from the moment she'd transferred from Beauxbatons the year prior. She was lithe and moved with grace on her broomstick. Seeing her made his cock harden in his uniform, and he was silently grateful for the mandatory green robes. He watched her as she made her debut, pulling off a stunt of her own to impress the crowd. His smile widened. She, like him, was secretly one for dramatics.