The Quidditch game this afternoon was the heaviest of the season—Gryffindor vs Slytherin. Two hours in, neither of the seekers had gotten so much of a glance at the Golden Snitch.
Suddenly, a flash of gold. Harry sped off after it, Draco close on his tail. As they chased it down, the familiar cries of the fans below grew strange. Draco came neck to neck with Harry and took his eyes off the snitch for a moment to glance over at him.
"Are they bloody shouting what I think they are?" he yelled out.
"They couldn't be! They must be shouting 'miss!'" Harry proclaimed, just as confused but slightly flushed, "they want you to miss the bloody snitch so Gryffindor will win!"
"Don't be an idiot!" Draco shouted back, taking a chance to look behind them at the jumbo screen. His eyes grew wide and he turned back to Harry. "Look at the bloody screen!"
Harry shook his head. "And let you catch the snitch? As if!"
Draco scowled, trying to get his head back in the game. They continued to chase the Snitch, ignoring the louder and louder cries of the crowd, until the Snitch brought them around the corner. Harry reached out his hand toward the snitch and brushed hands with Draco, who was doing the same.
"Oi, shove off!" Harry yelled at him, ignoring the skipping of his heart, telling himself it was just the thrill of the game.
"No, you shove off!" Draco shouted back, slamming into him.
Harry rolled over on his broom, and just before Draco caught the snitch, he got a glance at the jumbo screen, showing him and Draco within a heart shaped view, the words "KISS CAM" emblazoned across the top.
"Bloody hell…" he murmured as the game ended and the screen changed to flash the end results. "SLYTHERIN WINS."
Harry dove towards the ground, landing just after Draco, who held the snitch up in victory. Before his teammates could get to him to congratulate him, he shared a sly smile with Harry.
"You see the screen?"
Harry nodded, blushing furiously.
Draco cocked an eyebrow. "So, erm, how about it then?"
"No way." Harry threw his hands in the air and began backing away.
"C'mon, Potter. No kiss for the victor?" He winked, stepping in closer.
Harry swallowed, unable to move, his heart beating faster and faster as Draco grew closer and closer to him. Draco turned his head to the side.
"Scared, Potter?"
Harry smirked, suddenly calm. "You wish," he whispered, and closed the distance.
The crowd went wild.
A/N: Inspired by a tumblr post by drarrycontrary which asked "Why are Kiss Cams at professional Quidditch matches not a popular fanfic trope yet?" I know this isn't a professional match, but who better to be the guinea pigs for this trope?