It took around half a day for you to be fully awake and yourself again. The pain was minimal with the help of Madam Pomphrey's spells and tonics. She tried to retell the story to you how you got there but was interrupted by the doors of the infirmary opening with a slow creek. Draco walks in with his hands behind his back, eyes slightly bloodshot. “I'll be right back dear.” She says to you quietly, leaving just you and Draco alone. He takes a few more steps towards you before speaking.”That was a hell of a fall you took.” He smiled softly down at you. “Had to make a hell of a finish.” You joked looking back at him. Something was different about him. While yes you were teammates and practiced heavily amongst each other, it was the first year you made the team and often you just kept to yourself, letting Draco lead and accomplish what he needed. It wasn't until this moment that you could recognize the softness behind his eyes. There was no fight to win, no points at a stake, and none of his goons next to him bolstering his ego. It was just… Draco. ”Honestly I came to check in on you, and give you something.” His hands stayed behind his back as he sat lightly at the edge of your bed. You sat up and cocked your head to the side. “Is that so?” You said playfully, but groaning slightly as your movements were a bit too fast for your abilities. His eyes widened and hands came from behind him attempting to tell you to slow down. “Alright don't get too eager.” He laughed as you leaned back in the bed. A glimmer of gold held in his right palm. “Is that?” You started noticing his hands. Albeit they were pale and slender, his hands calloused and strong concealed the gift. “It’s the snitch. From our game.” His palm opened revealing the small metal ball. Your eyes widened. Typically the won snitch stayed with the seeker who had caught it, it was tradition and a personal trophy that was kept in honor of the match. “Draco.” You whispered. “Please.” His voice was low and almost demanding. He held it out waiting for your hands to take it. You sheepishly hold out your own hand and he places it gently, lingering his fingers over yours. “This game meant a lot to me. And you really mean a lot to me.” His eyes were not wavering. Your heart was fluttering, overtaking any pain that was left in your body and replacing it with anticipation. “I was really scared. For the first time… for you. You fight like no one on the team and I hope you recognize that.” His hand continues to stay in yours, only the snitch in between. You nod slightly as he grips your hand and raises it to his mouth, placing a soft kiss on top of your hand.