DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy and all the other characters, Quidditch, Hogwarts and whatnot are not mine. Some Higher Force (known as J.K. Rowling) owns them.

Fifteen-year old Harry Potter opened his palm to reveal a tiny golden ball with wings. The Snitch floated away from his hand and lingered in front of his eyes for a moment, then sped away to the night sky.
Harry quickly placed his broomstick between his legs. He gave the ground a light kick and the broomstick Firebolt drifted in the air, carrying him to the sky so he can search for the tiny but very agile Snitch.
Harry loved the feel of the wind against his body, his unruly hair whipping against his face, his robes fluttering behind him. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, enjoying the moment of being alone with the wind, his Firebolt and the still unseen Snitch. Sometimes he liked practicing alone, away from his Quidditch teammates. Not that he didn't like his teammates. He loved them, they even made him the new captain. But tonight he just wanted to be alone. Away from the incessant joking and shouting of his teammates even when they're fifty feet up in the sky. Away from his best friend Ron Weasley's complaints of how poor he is and how Harry had everything. Away from his other best friend Hermione Granger who nitpicked every single wrong thing he did. Hermione was now a prefect of the Gryffindor House, and she thought that gave her the right to be bossier than ever. Of course he loved his best friends, but right now, he just wanted to be alone.
Harry scanned the Quidditch pitch for the Snitch, but he was only greeted by darkness. Then out of the corner of his eye, a tiny golden light quickly flashed. The Snitch! Harry directed his Firebolt to fly to that direction. The world around him melted and all he could see was the tiny flash of golden light, which has always been his duty to follow in every Quidditch game.
The Firebolt carried him with insane speed as he went after the Snitch. He forgot the outside world and all his senses focused on the Snitch. He was getting nearer-
But another boy in a broomstick dashed past Harry. He was also going after the Snitch. Green robes, blond hair
Draco Malfoy. So much for being alone. What was he doing out here at night? Harry gritted his teeth as he led his Firebolt to fly faster. Harry's broomstick was one of the fastest ever made. He can easily beat the intruder to the Snitch.
Harry succeeded in catching up with Malfoy. "What are you doing here?" he shouted, his voice filled with annoyance.
Malfoy's eyes darted on Harry then back on the Snitch again. Even if they were both flying very fast, Harry could still see the sneer that was always present in Malfoy's face.
"What are you doing here?" Malfoy snapped back. He flew closer to shove Harry away.
Harry fought to keep his balance and stay on his Firebolt. That did it. He would fight back. In this game there were no rules, no Madam Hooch, no penalties and no other Hogwarts students watching. He would fight back.
Harry drew closer to Malfoy and reached out a fist to punch his rival. Malfoy narrowly avoided his attack. "Saint Harry Potter, playing dirty in a game," he drawled insolently before he returned the punch. Harry was nearly hit. Harry stopped his broomstick and pulled on Malfoy's robes so he can deliver a punch that would hit the Slytherin squarely in the jaw.
Malfoy's broomstick also stopped. He held his swollen jaw with his left hand, then punched Harry with the other. This time he also succeeded in hurting Harry, punching him on the nose. The Snitch was forgotten.
Harry shoved Malfoy on the shoulder, and Malfoy retaliated by kicking Harry on the shin. Harry quickly took his wand from under his robes then pointed it at Malfoy. "Let's see you kick me again, Malfoy," he said as he directed his broomstick to face the blond-haired fifteen-year old.
Malfoy smirked. "You bet, Potter," he sneered, about to also get his wand, but they both saw a flash of golden light nearing their direction. The Snitch was quickly flying towards them, heading for the space between them. When the Snitch was exactly in front of them, they both reached for the Snitch at the exact same time. Harry with his left hand and Malfoy with his right. They did catch the Snitch, both of them did. And they also found their hands clasped together, the Snitch between their palms.
"Let go of the Snitch, Potter. I caught it," Malfoy demanded.
"I caught it too," Harry replied, then pointed the wand at Malfoy once again. "You let go of it."
Malfoy grasped Harry's wand and tried to pull it away. Harry struggled to pull his wand back. Their hands were still clasped together, neither was willing to let the other claim the Snitch and win. Malfoy achieved in pulling away the Gryffindor's wand, but Harry hit Malfoy's hand. The blond-haired boy dropped the wand, and it succumbed to the darkness below them.
"Great, Malfoy. Now you lost my wand," Harry muttered as he stared below him, but he could see nothing.
"You were the one who hit my hand, you dimwit," Malfoy spat. "And you can bet it's still there when you look for it. Who would steal something so pathetic anyway? Now let go of the Snitch so you can get your stupid wand."
"The only way you can have the Snitch is when you shove me out of my broomstick," Harry pinned down Malfoy's thumb with his own thumb so the Slytherin will not able to seize the Snitch for himself.
"Thanks for the brilliant idea, Potter," Malfoy scoffed, then suddenly his expression grew serious. Harry looked at him quizzically. He knew his rival was now up to something. Then Malfoy leaned down and lightly touched his lips on Harry's wrist. Harry felt electrocuted. He snatched his hand away, staring at his wrist then at Malfoy, with a disgusted and shocked look at his face. Malfoy was giving him a sinister smile.
"I won, Potter," he said triumphantly. Harry couldn't care less. He just led his Firebolt away, flying at an insanely high speed. Harry Potter disappeared into the darkness, filled with confusion.


Harry was already lying in bed, but he was still staring at his wrist. He had washed and scrubbed it many times when he was in the bathroom, so the tingling feeling would go away, but now it felt like it was burning. Harry rubbed his wrist, but it tingled again.
Malfoy, Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. It was all he could hear in his thoughts. And Harry kept on seeing his challenging sneer and the cold steely gray eyes. Maybe it was just in his attitude to stoop low just to win. Harry felt so tired. He had been thinking about what Malfoy did for the past hour, and now he felt so drained. Drained, sleepy, disgusted, confused butliberated. In an odd and weird way.
Then he remembered somethinghis wand! He left his wand on the Quidditch pitch! Should he go get it now? But he couldn't. He was so tiredMaybe it would still be there tomorrow.
Harry couldn't stop his eyes from closing. So he yielded to sleep, about to embrace the dreams that were about to come.