The crisp autumn air rustled the leaves around the Quidd*tch pitch as the final game of the season drew to a close. The stands were filled with cheering students. You, sitting near the front, couldn't take your eyes off Draco as he soared through the sky.

The match was almost over, and Draco was just a few yards away from catching the Golden Sn*tch. You felt your heart race with every beat, knowing that this moment could be the turning point.

With a swift movement, Draco reached out and his fingers brushed the shimmering wings of the Sn*tch. The stadium erupted in cheers as he clasped it in his hand, his team soaring around him in victory.

But as the rest of the Slyther*n team celebrated, Draco's attention quickly turned to you, his expression softening as he slowly descended and landed gracefully on the pitch. The crowd's cheers didn't faze him; his eyes locked with yours, a look of determination and affection in them.

As Draco dismounted his broom, he walked towards you. With each step, the air between you seemed to thicken with anticipation.

He stopped in front of you, the noise of the crowd now fading into the background. Draco stood tall, his chest puffed out with pride. He looked around, a smirk on his lips as he addressed the crowd, but his eyes never left yours.

"I dedicate this victory," Draco said, his voice raised, "to someone who's been mine since I first laid eyes on her."

The crowd fell silent, confused murmurs spreading through the stands as Draco's gaze softened even further.

He stepped closer, his voice dropping slightly, but still loud enough for everyone to hear. "You're mine. Always have been, always will be."

The words hung in the air like a promise, and for the first time the weight of his feelings was clear for all to see. The moment lingered, filled with unspoken words and raw emotion, before Draco took a step back and gave you a soft, playful wink.

"That's right," he added, his voice dripping with affection. "Mine."