Title: Slytherin Over Snitch
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter.
Summary: There are some things that only a Gryffindor would do.
Word Count: 583

Beta: Catmint

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Harry circled the pitch in search of the Golden Snitch. This was the last match of the season. Gryffindor versus Slytherin. The winner of this match would win the House Cup. Every now and again Harry would looked over at Malfoy to make sure the Slytherin Seeker hadn't spotted the Snitch. If he saw the blond going after something, he would be sure to beat the prat to it. His advantage was a new broom. While Malfoy was still on a Nimbus Two Thousand and One, Harry was on a Galaxy. The newest broom on the market and the fastest, able to outfly any other broom, Nimbus and Firebolt included. It was what all the Quidditch teams were flying on, and Harry hadn't been able to resist buying it. Money wasn't an object. Not after having inherited the Black and Potter fortunes when he turned sixteen over the summer. The best part had been knowing that his Slytherin enemy wouldn't be getting one anytime soon.

Harry had overheard the blond complaining to his goons about it. Lucius Malfoy refused to buy his son a new broom until he proved that he was worthy of it; until he won against Harry. Malfoy had asked Crabbe and Goyle how he was supposed to beat someone flying a Galaxy. Harry had laughed. Malfoy didn't stand a chance. He even almost felt bad for the other boy. Almost

Harry's attention was brought back to the game when he noticed Malfoy, at the other end of the pitch, bolt towards the center of the pitch, high up in the air. Harry narrowed his eyes and spotted a dot of gold. Immediately, he sped forward and up – right arm outstretched – already closer to the little ball than his adversary. A gasp from the crowd and a Bludger flying by his head made Harry look up. He saw Malfoy's broom hovering in the air and...

"Malfoy!" Harry shouted when he spotted the falling Slytherin. Instinctively, Harry steered his broom down and away from the Snitch in pursuit of the blond, all the sound from the stands fading from his ears as he focused on retrieving Malfoy.

Harry secured his arm around the slim waist of the unconscious Seeker, and the sound of the stands came flooding back as he heard them all cheer. A few feet from the ground, Harry was met by Madam Hooch, who helped him safely deposit Malfoy on the ground. The Slytherin let out a groan and squeezed his eyes shut more tightly. The Slytherin team and a few from the stands started to make their way over but were shooed away by Madam Hooch.

"My shoulder," Malfoy groaned. Harry looked at the boy's shoulders and noticed that his left one was painfully dislocated, maybe even broken. The blond went to sit up, but Harry stopped him by resting a hand on his right, uninjured shoulder.

"I don't think moving will make it less painful," Harry told him. "Madam Pomfrey's almost here," Harry added as he watched the old mediwitch running over, wand in hand, followed by the Headmaster and Head of Slytherin. Harry noticed Madam Hooch still fending off the Slytherins trying to get closer to their 'leader'.

"It's a good thing it was Gryffindor versus Slytherin today," Malfoy said with a smirk.

"Why's that?" Harry asked as he looked at the blond. His eyes were closed, but his eyelashes were wet.

"Because only a Gryffindor would choose to catch a Slytherin over a Snitch."