AN: Hey, guys! This is my first story here ever, so it's not going to be very complicated. It'll probably contain future HD slash.. and this is my first slash story too! This bit is just kind of an introduction. All chapters after this will definitely be longer. And don't worry, Harry is in the next chapter. So uhm, please review and if you see any problems, tell me. I don't have a beta or anything, so I'd appreciate the heads up. Thanks :
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter- That whole beautiful world belongs to J.K. Rowling. :
Summary: It's been a few years since Voldemort's defeat, and everyone has moved on. Harry is now a professional Quidditch player and in an on-again, off-again relationship with none other than Ginny Weasely. Harry is chosen to be the Seeker for England's World Cup team, but his alternate is none other than Draco Malfoy. As Harry has already learned: Anything can happen.
So, I might raise the rating to M later, but I doubt it. xD Sorry guys, but I'm not quite comfortable writing anything heavy yet. And don't worry, I fully expect this story to develop a plot. There just has to be a lot of H/D fun before that can happen!
Draco Malfoy took another sip of his tea, luxuriating in the warmth of the soft sunlight that streamed in through the parlor window. Sitting across from him was none other than Blaise Zambini, who was currently looking very pleased with himself. Draco ran a hand over the smooth white fabric of the sofa, tracing the pattern with his finger.
"What was it you wanted to tell me, Blaise?" He asked idly.
"Really, Draco, I only visited to bask in the excellence of your company," Blaise replied, his lips curling into a smile. The blonde shot him a pointed look, not even bothering to respond. "Well," Blaise conceded, "I suppose I do have some news." He grinned, leaning forward and setting his tea down on the table. "First, I feel obligated to tell you that I have heard from several reliable sources that England's team for the Quidditch World Cup has been chosen."
Draco sucked in his breath, his gaze sharpening. Blaise had better follow this statement with some very, very good news, or he'd find he was wearing his tea rather than drinking it.
"And," Blaise continued, "It appears that a certain ex-Slytherin seeker is one of the lucky few. But wait! I have more news… of course, this next bit doesn't directly concern you-"
"I, Draco Malfoy, Seeker for England," Draco chortled, puffing out his chest. "I can't believe it- well, I can, actually, but it's still a wonderful feeling to be acknowledged." Finally, after years of playing second fiddle to Potter's quidditch prowess, he finally had proof that he was better. Of course, Draco had known this all along. It was getting everyone else to agree that was the problem.
"Now," Blaise said petulantly, "If you will please shut up-"
"I wonder… will I still have to go to practice with my regular team?"
"What I've been trying to say-"
"Oh, do be quiet, Blaise, this is important. As I was saying-"
"As I was saying-"
"We'd better have nice uniforms. None of that disgusting blue color they had last time."
"I'm engaged. Soon to be married. I'd like you to be the best man."
"Though, of course, the right shade of blue…" Draco's eyes widened and his vision snapped back to Blaise. "You're getting married? To- ToPansy?"
Blaise gave Draco an odd look, and then laughed. "Well honestly, Draco, we've been dating for months. After you broke off your relationship-"
Draco snorted. "Well, honestly, she was a cow."
"She was still expected to marry into a wealthy pure blood family. And I need a wife. And she's good looking enough, you know-"
"For a cow."
"My mother approves. So, best man?"
Draco's face softened into a sincere smile. "Of course, Blaise. I'd be honored."
Draco had to hand it to Blaise. While Pansy was pretty, he knew that she wasn't the easiest person to get along with. Despite what Blaise said, Draco knew that his marriage to Pansy was nothing more than a political move. There would be little love in that marriage, and that was something Draco hadn't had the strength to face. Maybe it was sappy, or old-fashioned, and certainly very un-Malfoy of him, but Draco didn't want to come home each night to a cold bed. He wanted a marriage, not a farce. Of course, he had told his friends that he was simply too young and too good looking to be tied down to one woman just yet. He planned on keeping his true reasons a secret.
As he was reaching over to congratulate Blaise, he heard a tap from the window. He quickly fixed his attention between the flowing white curtains. There it was!
"There it is!" He squealed (though he'd never admit it) and bolted towards the window to let the owl inside.
The brown owl landed on the glass coffee table and lazily stuck out its leg. Draco, fingers trembling, freed the scroll. Carefully, he pried it open, unrolling the message painfully slow. There, there, there- the Quidditch World Cup emblem at the top. Of course, Blaise had told him, but to really see it was a whole other thing entirely.
Eye's fixed on the paper, he lowered himself back onto the sofa and began to read aloud. "To Seeker Malfoy," he began, his voice still oddly shrill, "Congratulations! Haha, congratulations to me, Blaise!" He grinned, before continuing. "You have been selected to represent England in the Quidditch World Cup…" he lapsed into silence, his eyes slipping from word to word with a furious excitement.
Abruptly, he stopped, his face hardening into a scowl. He brought the paper closer to his face- perhaps he had misread? No, there it was again. The sentence that made him want to set the world on fire- to, to… pillage and plunder and take all of England prisoner:
…You have been chosen to fill the position of Seeker Alternate. You are expected to attend all practices and to be prepared to take over should the Seeker be injured or unable to participate. Congratulations once again, this…
Seeker alternate. Draco sneered, throwing the letter on the floor. Alternate? This was not how it was supposed to happen. He closed his eyes and took deep, calming breaths. Someone had made a mistake. Someone must have made a mistake.
Tentatively, Blaise picked up the letter and read.
"Draco, don't have a fit. It's a great honor. You're still considered part of the team: you'll go to the practices, the dinners, and witches everywhere will post your picture on their bedroom walls. That is, if they haven't already-"
"Who is it, Blaise?" Draco said in a deadly voice.
"Who?"
"Who am I thealternate for? Whose fault is it that I'm not the seeker?"
"Oh, really, it's not important."
"Either tell me or give me the letter."
"You're… Well, your Harry Potter's alternate. But-"
"Oh, that's brilliant," he said, and his voice was ice.
So, did you like it? Should I keep writing? Or should I never have started in the first place? xD Tell me! I'd usually write more but I have to take the SAT tomorrow (yikes!) so I needed to get to sleep. Thanks for reading!