Author's Note: This is a little drabble I wrote for an assignment at the MNFF summer school. Draco/Harry. Enjoy!
MaiaMadness
Ass. Hah!
It wasn't that he felt somehow attracted to Potter. No, no, no. Absolutely not. No way. It was just that when he soared through the air, his eyes so immensely green that Draco had never seen the likes of it, he was the most beautiful person in the world.
And now, there they were. Enemies. Hatred flashed between them like lightning. But in Draco's mind, the love was more prominent than –
No. Not love. Lust. Hah! Love? What the hell was that? Draco's inner pervert gave a giggle as he imagined what he could do to Potter if he had him under his control. His blood surged.
Draco shook his head and snapped out of it just in time to see Potter swoop towards the ground like a cannon ball. Not again! Draco turned the shaft of his broom – shaft, hah – downwards and raced after Potter at an astonishing speed. But it was too late. There was Potter, hand reaching towards the Snitch, the little golden ball in his grasp. Balls, hah…
He never saw the Bludger coming.
Draco opened his eyes to find Potter looking bemusedly down at him.
"Good thing you were only a few feet above the ground, Malfoy," he said, letting go of the Snitch and catching it again at once. "You could have got hurt."
Then he turned around with a swing of his hips and left Draco to feel like an ass.
Ass. Hah!