Title: Quidditch

Disclaimer: If it were mine, Draco and Harry would've been paired up a long time ago.

A/N: Reviews ain't necessary. But they're nice, and would encourage me alot.

-----quidditch through the ages

"Really Potter, you ought to stop wandering around with Weasel and that Mudblood girlfriend of yours. One might simply think that

you're desperate for companions," Malfoy drawled.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Harry glared back at him through blazing green orbs.

"My, my… that is rare of you to be questioning my needs."

"Out with it." Harry almost spat.

"Uh...uh...uh. Temper Temper. After all, you dowant to get your Potions essay back, don't you?" Draco wagged an index finger at him.

Malfoy stepped back, examining for a moment before speaking again

"How about we play a little game, you and I. Whoever gets the snitch first, gets you Potions essay"

"Is this what it's all about? The stupid game I won last week?" Harry seethed; it was taking everything he got in him to restrain himself from strangling that smug bastard.

"Mayyybe…" A smirk. God, how Harry despised that smirk.

"Too chicken for it, Potter?" Malfoy mocked him.

"Fine! Let's play your childish game. I'll get my essay back, right?"

"A Malfoy always keeps his word."

"What're you waiting for? Let's go to the field!" urged Harry.

Draco raised an eyebrow, chuckled darkly, and then he leaned forwards. His lips brushed against the shell of Harry's ear. Harry tensed.

"When I said snitch Harry, I wasn't referring to Quidditch." His was husky and Harry could smell the mint that was exuded from his breath. Harry suddenly felt uneasy. Mainly because Malfoy had just called him Harry and he could feel Malfoy's warm breath on his neck.

Draco grinned into Harry's neck. This was more enjoyable than he had ever expected it to be. Then, just to mess up Harry's mind even more, he licked Harry's neck, before he raised his head.

Harry stared at him dumbly, Draco's words and actions were not registering. But when it did, he blushed a violent red.

Harry's hand crept up his neck to touch the spot Draco had just tasted.

"8.30 tonight. Astronomy tower. Don't be late, Potter." Draco Malfoy flashed his trademark smirk once more before disappearing into a corner.

----and there were different forms of quidditch

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