HI guys! This is one of many fanfics that I've written, but it's my first mature one. It's T now but will be M later on. REVIEWS!!
Chapter 1- Quidditch
He reached out his arm, wind gushing through his hair. Malfoy was close behind him, but The Firebolt's speed but his Nimbus 2001 to shame. The little golden ball was inches from him. Leaning forward more, he accelerated on his broomstick. He could feel the wings fluttering against him, until he felt a tug on the back of his broomstick. He turned around to see Malfoy clutching the twigs of his broomstick.
"YOU LITTLE BITCH!" shouted Harry, withdrawing his wand, "RELASHIO!"
Red sparks shot of his wand and hit Malfoy full in the face. He shot backwards, flipping through the air, holding onto his broomstick for dear life. Harry saw him plummet to the ground, and heard Madame Hooch blow her whistle.
"POTTER! I SHOULD DISQUALIFY GRYFFIN-" she yelled, until Angelina interjected, "He was grabbing Harry's broom Professor!"
"Very well then. Two penalty shots to Slytherin," she said, raising her voice as Gryffindor let out angry sighs, "On the condition that the Slytherin Seeker is removed. His arm is broken, and that was a disgusting bit of cheating."
Grinning broadly, the Gryffindor's mounted their brooms, while Slytherin angrily kicked into the air.
Harry didn't see the Snitch, but it didn't matter. They were 60 points up, and there was no way that Slytherin could get 21 goals in time. Harry flew lazily around the pitch, as a few Slytherin 6th years took Malfoy to the hospital wing. Spotting gold by the goal post, he zoomed towards it. Reaching out, the little ball fluttered right in front of him. He sped up, now on the other side of the pitch. The Snitch zoomed away, with Harry in close pursuit. Extending his arm to breaking point, and sliding forward on the Firebolt, he caught the Snitch in his fingers, and moments later, Lee Jordan roared, "HARRY POTTER HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH, WINNING GRYFFINDOR THE FIRST MATCH OF THE SEASON!"
The entire team had a huge group hug, cheering and jumping. The Slytherins sulked off, as usual. Fred was behind Harry, hugging the rest of the group, and Harry dew a little closer, touch as much of Fred as he could. They all went back to the changing rooms. Hanging his Quidditch uniform on it's hook, he put on his day cloak and set off. Ron and Hermione came running towards him.
"That was brilliant Harry!" shouted Ron, "Malfoy's in the hospital wing with a broken arm… again!"
Harry felt a pang of guilt; he hadn't meant to hurt Malfoy, just to get him off his broom. Laughing, they went back up to Gryffindor Tower.
Later that night, Harry still felt guilty. He told Ron and Hermione he was going to get a bite to eat from the kitchen. He still had an hour before curfew started. He made his way to the Hospital Wing.
"What do you want?" asked Madame Pomfrey, in her usual stern voice.
"I'd like to see Draco Malfoy," said Harry crisply, "Why did Madame Pomfrey always have to be so damn standoffish?"
"Very well," she said, swinging open the doors.
There was only one patient besides Malfoy, they were both at opposite ends. Drawing up a chair, Harry saw that Malfoy was sleeping. His skin looked so smooth, so nice. The 5th year was now leaving childhood, and had long, muscular arms thanks to Quidditch. Flint seemed to think muscle could somehow help a Seeker, and for the first time Harry noticed the size of Draco's arms. He had huge biceps and forearms. His shoulders were broad and wide, and the childish, sneering face had left him. Malfoy's eyes fluttered open. Harry quickly drew his arm away. Malfoy looked at Harry, and the familiar sneer returned to his face.
"What doyou want, Potter?" Malofy demanded. Harry felt his temper rising.
"I wanted to apologize for breaking your arm, Malfoy. But since your going to be such a little asshole about it, I won't."
"I've just written to my father, Pot-"
"Malfoy, shut the hell up. Grow some balls for God's sake, you won't always be able to go crying to Daddy!" said Harry, now seriously pissed off, "Life isn't nice, so shut up and deal with it! I don't have a Dad to run and complain to about every little thing that's bothering me! I come up here to apologize to you- which I shouldn't be considering you CHEATED!" roared Harry. Five years worth of hatred were now spewing from him, but he was all for letting it out, "I come here to apologize to you, and I have to hear you talk about your father and his Death Eater pals? I don't give a shit about your father, Malfoy! Grow up and hop off Daddy's little dream car, because Daddy won't always be around!"
Harry stormed away. He turned around when he was at the end of the bed, and pulled a box of Drooble's Best Blowing Gum out of his pocket.
"Here!" he shouted, thrusting the box at Malfoy, "I got this for you, I guess it was a waste of my money, because I'm sure that Daddy and Mummy are baking their Ickle-Draco a big cake!"
He Stomped out of the hospital wing, and walked back to Gryffindor tower.
"Password?" said the Fat Lady, in her usual mundane tone.
"Amoil Nemico."
She swung open and Harry ran up to the Dormitory. He fell asleep almost instantly, having many dreams, and not remembering any.