Prompt: Drarry on Brooms - Pick either 1) For Work OR 2) For Play
Word count: 200 exact
Rating: T
Summary: A seeker's game leads to realisations for Harry
Realisations
"Care for a seeker's game?"
Harry stopped returning the brooms to the shed and turned. Malfoy was leaning against the door frame with an air of casualness.
"Why?"
Malfoy hitched up one shoulder.
"Because you miss playing yourself. I know you enjoy being the Gryffindor coach since you're not allowed on the team for Eighth year, but -"
"...it's not the same as flying" Harry finished.
He studied Malfoy, thinking.
"What, afraid I'll beat you?" Malfoy said and Harry heard nervousness under the mocking tone .
"As if you ever could."
Ten minutes later they were in the air. The wind whipped at Harry's hair as he soared higher and he reluctantly had to admit that Malfoy had been right.
They were racing each other around the stadium, diving, spiralling, laughing. Harry had never seen Malfoy so open, so happy. He couldn't take his eyes off of him.
Suddenly Malfoy dived. Harry realised he'd been too occupied watching Malfoy and missed the Snitch, and now Malfoy had beat him to it. Malfoy turned around, his fist with the fluttering wings raised in the air, eyes shining with joy. Harry felt breathless. He'd never seen anything so beautiful.
Oh.
Oh.
Shit.
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