Title: Harry's Search For the Best of Brooms

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Rating: M, for terrible broom innuendos and eventual shagging.

Summary: Harry's on a journey to find a new broom. His old broom has been destroyed and he refuses to use something that does not meet up to his rather ridiculous standards. At some point he runs into Malfoy, in Japan, who happens to be an expert on brooms. The expert as a matter of fact.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling and publishers. No offense is meant by this fan fiction and this is made purely for fun. Any quotes used with include the title of the book it was taken from.

A/N: I started this YEARS ago. I want to finish it. I'm posting it so that I force myself to do just that. Because no one wants to leave readers hanging for too long. Also, since I'm starting that Fighting Circumstances arc I rather think I should have something really light hearted to work on at the same time so I don't depress myself. Never mind that I have all those other things I'm in the middle of as well. I'm clearly a glutton for punishment.

Also, there are flashbacks of Harry's most memorable moments when flying, a lot of them include Draco. So if a chapter begins with a quote from the book or something that's an indicator for a flashback. I really should finish sorting out the flow of this but I'm just going to wing it...

"How about that one?" Ginny said, as she pointed to the magazine in front of them.

"I don't know Gin, I'm not drawn in in any way." Harry mumbled, as he looked.

"But look at her, she's beautiful." Ginny said, as she checked her out. "I'd get her if I needed her. She's sleek and not too tall and look at those features!"

"I know. She just, doesn't seem right for me... I can't see myself enjoying riding her. Maybe for a one off but otherwise..." He said, as he rested his head on the table, this was getting depressing.

"Well, clearly something's wrong with you. I'd love to ride her, she's just asking for it." Ginny said, as she sat back in her chair and looked at him. She sighed at his childishness. "You need to move on, Harry. I know it's hard to get over a long time love, but you need to. She's not here anymore."

"I want my old Firebolt." He mumbled, as he closed the Brooms Weekly magazine, it was doing Ginny more good than it was him.

"Harry, she's beyond repair. You can't get her back." Ginny explained, distractedly.

Harry looked up and saw her eyeing some brunette. He gave the man a quick one over. He was pretty good looking in Harry's opinion. "He's got no arse, Gin," Harry commented, before looking away. "What am I going to do? I even named her y'know. Took me forever too. Poo-"

"Poor Saraphine, if only I had known I would have lost her I would have used the floo to get to-"

"All right, Gin. Bloody hell, no need to quote me."

"No need to say it so darn often then, yeah?" she said, as she pushed him playfully, he smiled despite himself. "C'mon, Ron and George should be closing up shop soon."

When Harry and Ginny went inside Weasley's Wizard Wheezes it was already closed for the day. They headed straight for the back room and were greeted with an explosion of green smoke that smelled a bit like peppermint. They quickly retreated, fanning away the mystery smoke and trying to avoid too much exposure to it, they had both been victim to one too many of Ron and George's inventions.

Harry coughed as he covered his face with his hand, he could see someone coming towards him and Ginny. A sputtering Ron emerged from the cloud of smoke and he was covered with a layer of green dust that glistened slightly. Ron fumbled around, rummaging his pockets and grinned once he found his wand. He spelled himself clean as the smoke seemingly got sucked into the back room.

"Sorry 'bout that, yeah?" Ron said, as he inspected what little of his hair he could see without a mirror. "For some reason the Peppermint Poppers are a tad unstable."

"Peppermint Poppers?" Ginny asked, as she peeked behind Ron.

"Yeah, we've decided to start selling a bit of candy. They're supposed to explode in your mouth and give you that minty feeling for a full eight hours."

"Um, Ron, shouldn't you check on George?" Harry too tried to see what was happening behind Ron.

"He's fine. Just cleaning up the room. So, where're we all going tonight?" Ron asked, as he headed for the door.

"I was thinking of going to Fortescue's." Ginny said, excitedly, as George finally came from the back room, dust free and without a speck of green on him. "Michael's band is playing tonight."

"Corner?" Ron asked, as he slipped on his coat. Harry sighed and headed for the door with George.

"Yeah. I figured we could go listen. They sound pretty good you know."

"You're not trying to get back with him are you?" By the time Ron had asked that Harry and George were out the door laughing at his expression.

"Oh come off it. And no I'm not. He's a friend."

By the time they had reached Fortescue's Hermione was seated at a table on the patio and the band was setting up. Ron quickly made his way over to her and they shared a chaste kiss. Harry still felt a bit uncomfortable seeing the two of them being intimate, but he was fine as long as it was nothing explicit.

"Your face smells like peppermint, you smell like peppermint," Hermione said. Ron sniffed at his hand. "I like it."

They took their seats and chatted about the peppermint incident as they waited for Luna to arrive.

George spotted Luna first and it was not long before Harry noticed her too, she was hard to miss. Luna had her hair pinned up and wore a turquoise dress with black stockings that had big white polka dots and some red converse-like sneakers. Her jacket was the brightest of yellows and sported big, shiny, red buttons that reminded Harry of those fake cherries that you always get with drinks. She smiled as she saw them and hurried over, but not before tripping and falling head first into one of the nearby bins. Harry watched in surprise as her legs stuck out at an odd angle and quickly got up, along with most the table, to go and help her.

Before any of them could rush over to help Luna though, a man went to her rescue. He was brown-skinned and had extremely curly hair and nervously reached to pull Luna out before pulling back and then moving forward again once he realized a different angle would make more sense. He cautiously reached into the bin and pulled her up by her waist before setting her down and plucking debris from her hair. Luna straightened her clothes and smiled at him. They seemed to have a short conversation before she walked over.

"Luna, are you alright?" Harry asked when she reached the table. Hermione got up and cast a cleaning charm on her before she started bustling around, lifting Luna's arms and inspecting her for injury.

"Oh, I'm quite fine Harry, thanks for asking. Never been inside a bin before, it was quite an experience actually." Luna seemed oblivious to Hermione's fussing about.

"Well, she doesn't seem to be hurt anywhere. That's good." Hermione said, before sitting down.

"So who was the bloke?" George asked, as Luna took her seat.

"Hmm? Oh, yes. He said his name was Rolf. Rolf Scamander." Luna explained, as she sat down. "His eyes remind me of chocolate. The dark kind. Have we gotten our ice cream as yet?"

"No we haven't, but we will now." Ginny said, as she smiled at Luna.

Harry licked his ice cream cone as he watched Something Exponential perform, and like Ginny said they sounded pretty good. His favourite so far was called A Little Less Lonely. Once the performance was done, and Harry had finished his chocolate cookie dough ice cream cone, Michael had come over to the table and sat with them. Everyone made their comments about the band and how they did not expect Michael to be such an excellent drummer and Ginny finally announced why exactly she had invited them all out.

"I'm made it into the Holyhead Harpies."

With that said, despite his being happy for his friend Harry could not help but remember how much he missed his broom. If he had known Hagrid had gotten a new 'pet', one that chewed and chomped on everything in sight, he would have never have leaned his dear Saraphine against the door outside while they walked through the pumpkin patch.