Golden Balls
For Jennie Wilson, prompt word 'Snitch'
It was a typical Gryffindor V. Slytherin Quidditch match in late November. It was cold and visibility was poor. If it wasn't for the fact this match would give him bragging rights over Malfoy, Harry would have stayed in bed that morning.
Speaking of bragging rights, it was really important he caught the Snitch, and soon – he couldn't hear over the wind exactly what was going on in the game, so he figured he should do his job quick before Slytherin were able to hog the Quaffle.
Something zoomed past him in the fog. It was impossible to tell what it had been – ball or broomstick, Slytherin or Snitch? Harry decided to take his chance and race after it.
He moved on instinct rather than visibility, and it was with sudden clarity that he knew he was closing in.
He reached out his hand and grabbed the object in the air ahead of him.
"OW!" The scream would have rung out across the stadium had the wind not snatched it away.
Harry pulled the object to him (with more yelps) and Draco Malfoy flew into view.
"Is there a reason you're gripping my balls Potter?" Malfoy asked through gritted teeth.
"Oh sorry Malfoy, I was looking for something small – you obviously fit the bill," Harry relied snidely, squeezing hard with his fingers.
"That's not what you said last night Potter, in fact I was under the impression you wanted to ride my broomstick again."
"In your dreams, Malfoy," Harry laughed, allowing Malfoy to peck him on the cheek, before releasing the other boy's balls and resuming his search for the snitch.