There was currently in Draca's life a fine line between being the woman she set out to be, both as a student, a Slytherin, and a quidditch player, and following the woman that had caught her attention since the moment they met on the train. It was hard to focus on those things that meant so much to her when she was around Cassi. Focus was a hard thing in those moments.

Being a Malfoy meant a certain decorum. Being on the pitch with Cassi meant being herself, and it showed.

"All for you," she called, knowing it was a bit much, showing off and admitting why, but she couldn't help herself. Not even as she grazed past Cassi with a smile and a wave before banking her broom once more, half facing the other witch as if the snitch wasn't her target. Not anymore.