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Warning:This will be a H/D story Just for everyone to be forwarned!
AN: I'm trying my hand at another chaptered Harry/Draco sotry er..lets see...Hope everyone enjoys! Feedback, and ideas are welcome
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"You played during school?"
"Yes." Came the short reply.
"Seeker?"
"Yes." There was irritation in the usually smooth and collected voice.
"Well, your record seems very good, except no wins against the Gryffindors during school?"
"Is that really relevant?" The other man asked angrily.
"No just curious as to why that team was unbeatable for someone of your skill."
"Wood, I'm sure you know why that team was unbeatable." The waspish reply snapped.
"Well then, I do hope to see you tomorrow morning for the tryouts." The man stood before Oliver Wood and inclined his head turning on his heal and leaving the room. Oliver grinned wolfishly grabbing the pile of parchments on the desk in front of him. He shuffled through them until he came to another person. Two school rivals trying out for the same spot.
"This could be fun." He said with a small laugh.
The blond man stopped with a sigh as he left the building. He had finally was able to put is fucked up life back together enough after the war to be able to indulge one of his favorite pastimes. Flying, Qudditch. He didn't care that the current team he was trying out for had three previous Gryffindors, he wanted to play and nothing that crazy captain, Wood, say or do could stop him. Draco preened his hair back and smirked, he would easily get the position.
It was raining the next day. Hard. Not that stopped Wood from giving a practice and tryouts. Draco crossed his arms sourly looking around, no one was there, yet at least. Finally after soaking in the rain for a good ten minutes, Wood showed up.
"What happened to all the competition you were telling me about." Draco hailed. The Qudditch captain only shrugged,
"He told me he'd be here, but according to Fred and George, he might be late." Draco started at the comment. How did…?
"Oi, Wood, great weather for Qudditch." Someone yelled. Draco's eyes went wide and turned before narrowing them. 'Fuck' was his opinion of the situation. Harry stared at him, then the raven-haired boy, his hair dripping from the rain smirked. Actually bloody fucking smirked.
"You seem to be in a rather good mood today Harry." Wood replied noticing as well the expression Harry had. The ex-Gryffindor only shrugged, looking pointedly at Draco.
"You call this competition?" He asked. Draco bristled,
"Harry" Wood snapped. The Gryffindor rolled his eyes.
"Whatever you say then." Draco watched the exchange. Wood hadn't said a word,
"Well, get your asses in the air we don't have all night!" Oliver Wood roared at them both. Draco contemplated this before swinging his leg over the broom and rising into the storm Harry next to him.
"You're easier on a broom." Harry said suddenly next to him. Draco barely caught the words.
"What is that supposed to mean?" He snarled.
"It means you're better Draco." Harry replied with another smirk.
"Oh…"
"Now listen to me both of you, there are five snitch's. Person to catch the most within the next two hours, has the position." Oliver was next to them, holding his broom to the galling wind. His other hand holding a small box. Draco swept his hair back out of his face and nodded grimly.
"Starts—NOW!" Wood roared and e box opened all five snitches erupted from the box and disappeared. Draco took off against the wind and rain, and above all Harry. He could barely see in the god-awful weather, how the hell was he supposed to catch even one snitch that in itself could take bloody hours! Something came zooming from underneath him and a black blur raced past him. Fearful, Draco took after him and saw a maniac glint to Harry's eyes as he raced to the sky. Draco took his eyes away finally figuring out Harry had only egged him on. Annoyed the blond jerked his broom to the left suddenly spotting barely a flash of gold. Single mindedness was an understatement of what Draco could be described as he flew after the teasing gold. It was gone. Draco swore under his breath. Jerking as the air sizzled around him, lightning lit up the sky. Harry was bearing down on him, He dodged.
"What the hell are you on!" He screamed at the man. Harry twisted around on his broom suddenly holding a Snitch up for him to see. Draco cursed again.
The tryout was dragged out beyond the original two hours until Wood's piercing whistle could be heard above the storm. Draco was exhausted, but proud. He at least managed to catch two of the golden snitches, his only fear that Harry had gotten the other three. Maybe one got away. He mused thoughtfully jumping off his broom. The raven-haired man landed next to him. He had managed to catch up to Draco's height, his shoulder filled out much more then Draco's own. Odd quality in a Seeker. They were usually light and fast. Not bulky.
"You both performed well." Wood said. Harry handed the snitches to him, he did have three. Draco swore to himself. He had no chance. Oliver would more then likely favor Harry over him. Draco handed the struggling golden orbs back to the coach swinging the broom over his shoulder.
"You both are free to go." Wood said thoughtfully. Draco glanced at him,
"Whose the seeker?" He asked suddenly.
"I'll send an Owl." Replied the coach. Draco glared at the Gryffindor before walking away. Everything hurt, he was cold and he knew he needed a good stiff drink.
"Harry, he's going to pissed." Wood said evenly at the other man who had propped his muddy boots on the desk. The Hero of the wizardry world shrugged his shoulders.
"Wouldn't be anything new." He replied neutrally, an edge of coldness to it.
"True, but he's going to hate you for this."
"Like I said before, it's nothing new." Harry replied acidly. Wood sat back in his chair idly playing with his wand, nervously eyeing Harry.
"Fine. I'll do it. But I'm keeping you on reserve, just in case. I need a decent seeker."
"He's a great seeker." Harry said in a bored fashion. The rain was pounding hard outside the locker room where Wood had his office.
"Storm threw him off." Wood pointed out, it was like tempting fate to goad Harry Potter nowadays.
"Storms throw everyone off, doesn't matter what position you play." Harry said in aggravation.
"Look, the only reason I even tried out was one, you begged me, and second I just want to play."
"Then why don't you want the position!" Wood roared in annoyance.
"Because." Harry replied shortly. Wood snorted and reverted to keeping his hand on his wand idly.
"Alright. Alright. But you have to be at every practice." Wood gave in.
"I know, you think I'd skiv off a practice with you."
"Not if you want to be skinned alive." Was Olivers flippant threat. A threat he would easily got through if he did skip a practice. Harry only waved in a bored fashion before leaving. Oliver flicked his wand at the mud Harry had left on his desk with annoyance and the warmth finally returned to the room. The jade eyes had always unnerved him after the war…
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