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|POV: ELARA WEASLEY
We're walking along the strands right now, trying to find a place to sit before the game starts. While walking, a couple girls from around me give me weird stares and glares— most probably because I'm wearing his jersey. But do I give a fuck? No, I really don't. I start to look around when I hear a voice call me from above.
Luna.
Flashing her a smile, as she motions us to come sit with her. I see her wearing her Ravenclaw support clothing— making a smile appear on my face because of how innocent she is.
She truly is precious.
"Harry! Luna's there come on!" I excitedly say, waving my hand towards Luna.
"Alright!" He responds, calling for the others to join as well.
Excitedly, I start walking faster, finally taking a seat next to Luna— the others following close behind. We all say our greetings and wait for the match to begin as the cheers all around us start to only grow.
My head peaks up, hearing Lee Jordan— who now took the job as the commenter permanently speak up.
"EVERYONE! Here we have the Slytherin team, lead by the one and only, the hottest Dra— OW!!" We hear a smack nearby, probably McGonagall, "I mean, lead by the one and only, Draco Malfoy!" He announces, causing many chuckles to be heard around the field.
I get closer to the railing, trying to get a better view of him walking on the field. My eyes scan all around in hopes to find him as the team is walking, but it's not a long time before I spot the blonde with his quidditch uniform and broom in his hand— looking proud as ever. I watch him, his eyes travelling around in the strands, looking.
He looks so fine.
The way his jersey is perfectly fitting his toned body— his biceps broad and clearly visible through the jersey. His hair is more of in a messy state, although still managing to look soft and beautiful as ever.
Some people around him—his friends I'm assuming, nudge him teasingly as he rolls his eyes with a smirk, his attention still on the stands.
Who is he looking for?
Is he looking for another girl?
As I'm still looking at him, his eyes instantly connect with mine and I feel my stomach erupt with multiple butterflies. His eyes take in my body— breaking our eye contact, but soon his eyes connect with mine again. He slightly smiles at me, sending a wink in that process. My cheeks start to heat up— my face possibly very red at the process.
