Draco had always been focused on one thing during Quidditch matches: winning. As the Seeker for his team, he prided himself on his sharp eyes and quick reflexes. The roar of the crowd and the excitement in the air were just background noise to him, distractions that he could easily ignore. This included the new cheerleading squad that Pansy had recently organized.

Pansy had insisted that the cheerleading squad would boost the team's morale and lead to more victories. She'd recruited several enthusiastic students to don green and silver uniforms and perform elaborate cheers and acrobatics during matches. Draco, however, had never paid them much mind. While some players appreciated the added support, Draco found it more of a distraction. He was a seeker, after all, and his focus was on the Golden Snitch, not pom-poms and chants.

One blustery autumn afternoon, during a particularly heated match against Ravenclaw, Draco was in pursuit of the Golden Snitch. He could see it glinting just ahead, tantalisingly close. His heart pounded with determination as he leaned forward on his broomstick, urging it to go faster. Just as he reached out his hand to grab the Snitch, a stray bludger came out of nowhere, striking him hard in the side.

The impact knocked the wind out of him, and before he knew it, he was spiralling out of control. The world spun around him as he plummeted toward the stands. He braced himself for a painful landing and hoped he wouldn't break any bones.

Draco crashed into the wooden benches with a loud thud, the breath knocked out of him. Groaning, he tried to push himself up, wincing at the pain in his side. He heard gasps and murmurs from the crowd, but one voice stood out.

Groaning, Draco opened his eyes, blinking against the bright sunlight. Just as he was trying to sit up, he noticed a pair of concerned eyes staring down at him. {{user}}. He didn’t know them well—just another face in the sea of Hogwarts students—but right now, they looked like an angel sent to save him.