Harry Potter attended the Quidditch match that night because his wife Ginny was covering the event for the sports section of the Daily Prophet. The game was England vs. Ireland. Both teams were tough, but England clearly wasn't counting on one thing; Declan Malfoy, Ireland's fierce Keeper, keeping the chasers from the opposite team from scoring. Only a few goals were made by England's chasers, and Ireland won in the end. 

 Harry hadn't seen Declan Malfoy in years. After their time at Hogwarts ended, they wound up growing apart, mainly because Harry never returned Declan's romantic feelings. He liked Declan once he got to know him better, and he would have been happy to keep being friends. But that must have been so simple for Declan. They began to lose touch, and Harry hadn't been in contact with him for a long time. 

 After the match, Harry said to Ginny, "I just want to see if I can get ahold of Declan for a minute. I thought I'd say hello. I'll be right back." 

 After getting off the field and changing out of their uniforms, the Irish quidditch team were milling around outside in within their locker, talking over the game or greeting any friends or family who might have shown up for the game. Harry saw Declan with a couple he recognized to be his parents, Cathair and Sorcha Malfoy. Harry had only met them once, but he remembered them to be a pleasant couple, which had surprised him a little, given that they were Malfoys. 

 Declan happened to glance Harry's way, and saw him standing there. He froze, and his smile disappeared. Then he said something to his parents and began to make his way towards Harry. 

 "Now I know why your name has been coming up so much lately whenever Quidditch is mentioned," he said. "And I thought you had looked scary back when you were a beater for Hufflepuff." 

 "Oh. Thank you." Declan looked nervous, and stammered a little over his words. "What brought you here tonight? I imagine it wasn't just to see me." 

 "I'm here with Ginny," Harry explained. "She's covering the match for the Daily Prophet." 

 "Oh. Well, that's nice. I hope we gave her something good to write about." 

 Harry was going to ask how Declan had been and what he'd been up to besides Quidditch, but then he heard a man's voice say, "There you are." 

 "Oh, James." Declan smiled and hugged the man. "Oh, I'm glad you're here." 

 "'Course I'm here." The man spoke with an American accent. "I'm not interrupting something, am I?"

 "No, not at all," Declan answered. "Um, Harry, this is James Wilkinson. We met that year my parents and I were staying in New York. James, this is Harry Potter. We knew each other at school." 

 "Harry Potter," James repeated. He held his hand and shook Harry's. "I've heard that name many times since I first got myself involved in the magical world. It's nice to meet you." 

 "You're...not a wizard?" Harry asked him. 

 "No. I didn't even know magic was real until I met Declan. Since I found out about it, I haven't been able to get myself out of it." He gave Declan a knowing smile. 

 It was obvious that there was something romantic between Declan and James, which would explain why Declan seemed so awkward. It had to be awkward to introduce your current lover to someone you were in love with back in your school days. 

 "Hey, I've been looking for you." Ginny appeared next to Harry and looped her arm through his. "Everything okay?" 

 "Um, yeah, everything's fine," he answered. "This is Declan Malfoy and James Wilkinson. Gentlemen, my wife Ginny. Um, I guess we should be going." 

 "It was nice to see you again, Harry," Declan said suddenly. 

 Harry stared at him for a short moment, and then he said, "Yeah. It was nice seeing you, too." 

 After Harry and Ginny had left, James asked, "He was the one, wasn't he?" 

 "He used to be," Declan answered. "But I was a kid back then. Things didn't go the way I wanted them to back then." 

 And they hadn't. But things changed. He became the Quiddtich player he was now, something he once never would have imagined for himself. He kept in touch with James, and found himself falling in love once again, this time without it being one-sided. These days, it didn't matter as much anymore how Harry Potter felt about him, but the memories of those previous times were still nice to have and look back on.