Hey all! This is my first fic, so please go easy on me!:( This will only be one chapter, and won't continue or anything.
Quidditch. The single most powerful word in Harry Potter's life. It was a practice match, but it might as well have been a game, for-lo and behold- Slytherin agreed to face them unofficially. He gently rearranged his red and gold scarf, when he saw the whole Slytherin troop walk out onto the field. Their heads were so big they were practically floating. Malfoy was at the head, go figure, with his nice and brand new Nimbus 2001 in his hand. Could that boy be any more spoiled?
"Hello, Potter," Malfoy greeted him coldly, raising a very calculated eyebrow. Everything about him was calculated, for even his hair perfectly slicked back.
Harry's hair suddenly felt shabby, when he said a weak and attempted to be threatening, "Hello."
The game started as traditional. The snitch was thrown up into the air, and all the other balls were released. Both teams pushed off, and Harry followed his normal strategy of coasting the scene, and keeping high above to look for the snitch. Malfoy, however, wasn't following him this time. He seemed to have adopted his own strategy for once.
It wasn't until about midgame that Harry saw even a trace of the snitch. Slytherin was 15 points ahead of Gryffendor, so it was CRUCIAL he found the snitch first.
The snitch came into sight! Harry dove for it, only to realize that Malfoy was charging forward as well! Harry was going to beat him, but-SMACK!
Both boys flew off their brooms and onto the ground, as Harry charged right into Malfoy! They both were sprawled out, Harry on top of Malfoy.
"WHAT'D YOU DO THAT FOR?" Malfoy yelled.
"It was an accident!" Harry appologized, his tone softer.
"AN AVOIDABLE- MMF!" Malfoy was shocked to discover that Harry was... was... KISSING him! Harry had bent forward, and pressed his lips to Malfoy's, for a kiss not too long and not too short.
Once Harry pulled away, neither of them said anything.
"Ew..." Malfoy finally moaned.
"Don't kid yourself, Malfoy, you LIKED it!" Harry chided him. Quickly, Harry sprang up and grabbed his broom. The moment, he did, however...
"COME BACK HERE POTTER! WE WEREN'T FINISHED YET!"
Harry turns around, just in time for Malfoy to give him a kiss, right on the lips! Harry blushed.
"Is that what I think that is?" Fred asked George up in the air.
"Yup, must be spring again," George kidded.
"No, seriously! I thought-"
"Look, Fred! They were probably just giving each other evil looks! They're already back on their brooms. Stop being so paranoid..."
"Pardon my sick mind, George..."
A/N So?! How'd I do?!
Quidditch. The single most powerful word in Harry Potter's life. It was a practice match, but it might as well have been a game, for-lo and behold- Slytherin agreed to face them unofficially. He gently rearranged his red and gold scarf, when he saw the whole Slytherin troop walk out onto the field. Their heads were so big they were practically floating. Malfoy was at the head, go figure, with his nice and brand new Nimbus 2001 in his hand. Could that boy be any more spoiled?
"Hello, Potter," Malfoy greeted him coldly, raising a very calculated eyebrow. Everything about him was calculated, for even his hair perfectly slicked back.
Harry's hair suddenly felt shabby, when he said a weak and attempted to be threatening, "Hello."
The game started as traditional. The snitch was thrown up into the air, and all the other balls were released. Both teams pushed off, and Harry followed his normal strategy of coasting the scene, and keeping high above to look for the snitch. Malfoy, however, wasn't following him this time. He seemed to have adopted his own strategy for once.
It wasn't until about midgame that Harry saw even a trace of the snitch. Slytherin was 15 points ahead of Gryffendor, so it was CRUCIAL he found the snitch first.
The snitch came into sight! Harry dove for it, only to realize that Malfoy was charging forward as well! Harry was going to beat him, but-SMACK!
Both boys flew off their brooms and onto the ground, as Harry charged right into Malfoy! They both were sprawled out, Harry on top of Malfoy.
"WHAT'D YOU DO THAT FOR?" Malfoy yelled.
"It was an accident!" Harry appologized, his tone softer.
"AN AVOIDABLE- MMF!" Malfoy was shocked to discover that Harry was... was... KISSING him! Harry had bent forward, and pressed his lips to Malfoy's, for a kiss not too long and not too short.
Once Harry pulled away, neither of them said anything.
"Ew..." Malfoy finally moaned.
"Don't kid yourself, Malfoy, you LIKED it!" Harry chided him. Quickly, Harry sprang up and grabbed his broom. The moment, he did, however...
"COME BACK HERE POTTER! WE WEREN'T FINISHED YET!"
Harry turns around, just in time for Malfoy to give him a kiss, right on the lips! Harry blushed.
"Is that what I think that is?" Fred asked George up in the air.
"Yup, must be spring again," George kidded.
"No, seriously! I thought-"
"Look, Fred! They were probably just giving each other evil looks! They're already back on their brooms. Stop being so paranoid..."
"Pardon my sick mind, George..."
A/N So?! How'd I do?!