None of the players really got into gear after that, and the last 30 seconds on the clock ran out as they slowly moved towards the bleachers. Harry was absolutely beat and getting the air knocked out of him like that made his muscles ache after the momentary lack of oxygen; though he had regained some control of his breath, he still inhaled deeply when he undid his helmet.<br/>Harry momentarily fastened the helmet on the racket, running a hand through his hair and he once again was pushed at. Chad had momentarily disappeared, and was once again at his side with a boyish push on the shoulder.<br/>It took Harry a moment to understand that Chad was speaking to him over the sound of his heart beating, and with a crooked grin Harry exhaled an exhausted: "What?"<br/>"Wish me luck," Chad repeated before gesturing off towards the path between two bleachers, and when Harry turned to look, he instantly tensed up. Even at a distance, and staring towards the lights illuminating the field, Harry could recognise Draco. Harry had no wish to see his roommate - especially not here, especially not all lovey-dovey with Chad - and inattentively, Harry slowed his pace, permitting Chad to quickly pass him.