Jelly Notes – This is a Drabble fic, just over 500 words, no meaning, no canonical placement, and lots of hysterically indignant Draco. Also - Harry Potter does not belong to me.
The Winker
Standing at the Quidditch pitch glowering death at one another in the mere moments before Madam Hooch would blow her whistle and they'd be in the air and Gryffindor would win because it was tradition. Standing at the Quidditch pitch just before probability removed competition and Draco saw it.
"You just winked at me!"
A quizzical look and an intelligent repartee, "Huh?"
"You winked at me! I saw it!" Yes, Harry Potter had definitely, without a shadow of a doubt, winked at one Draco Malfoy prior to a Quidditch match. If Draco had stopped to consider it he might have realized exactly how deranged the notion sounded and perhaps he would wonder why he had been focusing so intently on Harry's eyes, or even why he cared, but he didn't.
Harry blinked slowly and a completely blank expression stole over his face, "I just blinked Malfoy… you know, blinking," he did it again for emphasis and Draco mentally accused him of fluttering his eyelashes.
"Hah! That's what you would like me to think! You winked at me! Trying to throw my game aren't you, you… you WINKER!"
The blank look was slowly replaced by a sort of cautious concern and he leaned forward as Draco jerked away wildly with the beginnings of a twitch in his right cheek. "Malfoy…" And since when had Harry bloody Potter ever addressed him in that tone? "Are you okay?"
"I am fine! You're the one that's winking at me! But I'm wise to your game now Potter!" Draco pointed an accusatory finger and crowed indignantly, "You just want me in the hospital wing so Slytherin has to forfeit!" This surely sounded far less ludicrous than his previous statement and Draco applauded himself for uncovering the Gryffindor's dastardly plot! and making Potter lean away again, however incredulous, because he was far far too close in proximity for propriety to allow.
"Right." Not 'you are right Draco Malfoy, I was being an evil evil winker' but 'right… and the dancing fairies of sarcasm have alighted upon a branch.' Draco scowled.
The whistle blew despite Draco's shocking revelations! and both respective Quidditch teams launched into the air amidst the snorting and guffawing of the uncultured Gryffindors. Who were they to laugh at his antics and affronted sniffing when their own captain had made an effort to cheat in a most dastardly manner. Distracting him with… with winking by all things holy! Winking! And the whole game Draco's eyes followed his optically challenged nemesis, searching for more signs of foul play and malicious winking.
It was his undoing when Potter flew in near him, hovering for just a moment so close Draco could feel the heat and sweat radiating off of him and the ripe odor that was Quidditch was nearly thrown into his nostrils and Draco jerked away in shock. Potter held the snitch aloft triumphantly and Draco would later swear to high heaven that Potter winked. He had it out with Madam Hooch for that, demanding a rematch, demanding she call a foul because Potter had done something to him when he'd winked. But Hooch called the game fair and he stormed off grumbling as the Gryffindors were applauded and clapped on the back and Harry bloody Potter chose that minute to turn around and Wink!
"GAH!"
Done! Now review.