Written for ErynPotter's 100 stories under 100 words challenge.
I used the prompt Snitch.
Word-count: 90
It had been ten years since he sat on a broom. Since he left the ground. He had almost forgotten how much he loved it. Flying. Playing quidditch, chase the Snitch. Catch it.
Draco let out a roar of happiness. So far he did not know he wasn't alone. Someone was looking at him. Watching his every twist and turn.
But when he noticed it, he didn't know what to believe.
Harry freakin' Potter.
Smiling.
"What do you want, Potter?"
"I usually fly here. Like you didn't know…"
Draco grinned.
