Author's note- Hi Lovely Waffles. This story is a present for you! It's contains some Harry/Draco goodness. :3 I hope you love it and is satisfying to your dreams. As soon as you said that you wanted one with Draco oriented, I immediately thought of this... Anyone else who reads, I hope you enjoy! (Small One-shot story)

Title: Quiditch Dreams.

Rating. T+

Warnings: Yaoi goodness. ^.^ Will make you giggle.

Summary: Draco goes spying on the Gryffindor quiditch team to find a strategy to defeat them. But little does he know that he thinks his mind is playing tricks on him.

Draco Malfoy was not the king of Slytherin for nothing. Since his first day of Hogwarts he was the ruler of the Slytherin house. Being a Malfoy gave him instant privilege to anything he wanted. Or so he thought he he met Harry Potter that day on the train. He scoffed to himself at the memory of his hand being rejected by a Weasel. He'd get him one day. One day he would get his revenge for rejecting a Malfoy's gracious opportunity for friendship.

Draco was currently having a meeting with his quiditch team. So far, they were tied with the Gryffindor goody-to-shoes for first place. The Slytherin and Gryffindor team could easily wipe the floor with the other two houses, however when it came to competing against each other. There was always a chance that if the Gryffindor team won, then the next match against each other the Slytherin team may win.

Draco had a full-proof plan that would ensure there victory. No more, were they going to play by the rules.

'Did we ever?' Blaise thought as he went over the idea.

"Okay, so you want us to go spy on the team to see what tactics they might use?" Blaise asked for confirmation.

"Yes, weren't you listening?" He replied impatiently.

Blaise held up his hands in defense. "Geez relax. Well, I managed to swipe a copy of there practice schedule anyway, incase something like this was decided. I couldn't let your goons do it. They would have screwed it up and gotten caught."

"Good. How did you get this?" Draco said satisfied.

"I've got connections." Blaise replied. Draco raised a suspicious eyebrow at this.

He took the schedule and looked for the closest time. This was for the quiditch cup and there was no way that he was going to give it up to the Gryffindorks again.

"Hm. It looks like they have a practice scheduled for tonight. Let's meet at one of the teacher's seating areas. They won't be able to see us very well if we duck down." Draco said.

It was agreed, and when 6:00 rolled around they all made there way separately into pairs, with one group containing three, to the quiditch pitch. They went to the agreed upon destination and waited for the Gryffindor team to begin their practice.

The Gryffindors piled onto the pitch. The players stayed and positioned to take off the ground. A few bystanders stayed for entertainment. They flew fifty feet into the air before Harry blew his whistle to let out the bludgers and the snitch. When they were released the practice began.

Draco placed his expensive one-of-a-kind-that-only-a-Malfoy-could-get omnioculars on his face lined with diamonds on the eyepieces. He adjusted the settings so that he could easily see the match happening. Voices were hard to hear due to the wind blowing, however just being able to see the movements was enough to make plans.

He saw Harry fly by. He assumed that Harry must have seen the snitch. He switched the omnioculars to zoom in for a closer look. The image that he was met with startled his pureblood mind instantly. Staring at him in the face was Harry's lovely backside. He saw his lithe body move forward and the broom take off with a shot. Draco mentally blushed. He was a Malfoy, so of course he would never allow anyone to see him in an embarrassed state.

'Okay, just take the omnioculars away and focus on something else.' His brain told him. However, his hands refused to comply with his command. His eyes also didn't seem to want to remove themselves from the lovely image either.

'But I must admit that is a great view.' Draco thought.

"What's a great view?" Blaise asked confused. Draco quirked startled. Had he said that private thought out loud?

'Well, he asked what view and he doesn't know what I'm talking about so It'll be easy for me to make up something."

"Oh, I was just imagining beating Potter to a pulp with a quiditch bat." Draco replied.

'Yep that's it. Oh who's kidding who? What utter hogwash I just spilled out. I want another look at the image.' He thought to himself.

Blaise gave his friend and teammate a look that said he didn't quite believe him. Every night Blaise could hear his friend saying Potters name with a provocative voice in his dreams. He counted how many times he heard the name spill out of his mouth and he was starting to get a hint.

"Draco are you in love with Potter?" Blaise asked. Draco dropped his omnioculars on his foot. They were heavy too because of the extra weight of the diamonds.

Harry flew on his broom and was excited from the rush of adrenaline flowing through him. For him quiditch did not just mean having fun. It was like having freedom when he flew through the air.

The raven haired boy saw a flash of gold fly by his head. That was the snitch. With a new burst of energy, Harry shot forward on his firebolt towards the snitch. As his fingers were about to close around the small golden winged ball, he heard a pain-filled sound burst through the air.

He whipped his head around, forgetting about the snitch. His heart gave a slight pound. If someone was hurt on his watch, it would be his responsibility as the Gryffindor captain to help them. He looked towards the stands where he heard the noise. He narrowed his eyes to get a better look.

"Malfoy?" He said to himself.

I hope you enjoyed it. ^.^ Especially you, Lovely Waffles.