Author's Notes: This fic was inspired by The Golden Snitch, Matinee, and
other DxH fics. I do not take credit for the wonderful characters that J.K.
Rowling created, and I also want to credit that since this fic was inspired
by other fics, I may have borrowed a few terms or items, Gommen! I have
been writing this off and on for a while for I don't have much time with
being a full time college art student and all, but I'll try and update
ASAP. Comments and Crits welcome! Mikomi
"Move it Potter! That snitch is mine!" Draco sneered, pushing Harry out of the way and leaning off his broom towards the snitch. Harry wouldn't let him have it. Not now, not ever. "Eat dirt Malfoy!" Harry elbowed Draco, causing him to fall off his broom completely. Luckily for him they were close to the ground. "Gryffindor wins!!!! 210 to 90!" Lee Jordan screamed, "Slytherin..."
"Mr. Jordan!" "Sorry Professor." Lee smirked and cheered with the crowd. Harry held up the snitch and flew around the pitch as wizards from all houses cheered him on. All but the Slytherins that is. They had sour faces on, having not been able to beat the Gryffindor team all year. While the Gryffindor team was flying their victory laps around the pitch, the Slytherin team sulked off the field and into the locker room. Draco was positively livid. 'Damn that Potter! I was so close to catching that snitch! If his stupid elbow wouldn't have gotten me I would've had it! Argh!' Draco slammed his fists into the locker room door. No one noticed him; they all were pretty much ignoring him. He didn't care, they all could just sod off. He didn't care about them, they didn't care about him. Draco quickly changed and went back to the Slytherin common room. He walked into his room and threw himself on his bed, staring up into the ceiling, arm above his head. 'How does Potter beat me every time? It's annoying!' Draco sighed and closed his eyes. He was tired and wasn't in the mood to deal with the rest of the house, so he drifted off for a nap.
Harry was ecstatic! He beat Malfoy again! His fellow Gryffindor teammates hoisted him on their shoulders once back to the common room. Everyone was cheering and celebrating. Like on all special occasions, the twins smuggled items, though it seemed McGonagall was looking the other way tonight. She was simply overjoyed and was constantly boasting to other teachers about it. The celebrating went on for hours, but Harry was exhausted. "Well why wouldn't you be? You played long and hard today!" Hermione exclaimed. "I think I'm going to head off to bed." Harry smiled tiredly. "But dinner's in an hour!" Ron scoffed. "I'm not really that hungry." Harry smiled at his best friend. Ron placed a hand to Harry's forehead. "You ok? Not Hungry?" Harry moved Ron's hand. "I'm fine, just tired."
"Are you..."
"Come on Ron, I have something to show you."
Harry gave Hermione a grateful look. He just wanted time by himself to think. WITHOUT Ron as a distraction. He walked up to his room and laid his robe on the chair by his bed. He grabbed his walkman out of his trunk and smiled, remembering Ton's reaction. "Where is the music coming from? How does that work??" He hit play and listened to his favorite song at the moment. Music flowed and he hummed along with the words. You build me up You knock me down Provoke a smile And make me frown You are the queen of runaround You know it's true
Harry sighed and lay down on his bed and closed his eyes. He needed to think but what about? He wasn't sure. He had this feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't put a finer on it. The feeling had been bothering him for sometime now. How annoying! Though it kept surfacing whenever he was around Malfoy. What a git. Always with those Slytherin goons of his. Thinks he' hot and sexy with that sleeked back hair. Though recently he's been watching Harry. Why? Was he planning something? Shit. Harry had to be careful. Though every time he looked at Malfoy his sneer wasn't as malicious. What was going on? As long as he watched what was going on it would be ok. Harry fell asleep, his dreams of what Draco could be up to.
Hot breath was on his neck, warm lips caressing his shoulder, light kisses and fingers caressed his hot skin. Draco started. What the hell was that?! He sat up, head in his hand. That was so real feeling. Draco's hand went to his neck and caressed it. He was imagining things again. He really mist be stressed. He slipped out of bed and looked at the time. 10pm, he slept longer than he planned. Oh well. He was getting hungry though. His stomach growled in hunger. That settles it. He was going to take a trip to the kitchen. The house elves always do as he wishes.
Draco snuck out of the dungeons, heading towards the kitchen. Why was he sneaking? He only had to worry about Filch and his damn cat. Any other professors he can talk his way out of trouble. He knew what paths and corridors the professors took, so he knew how to get around them. He slipped into the kitchen by the painting and stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide before turning into a smirk. He spoke to the figure standing in the kitchen, looking in cupboards himself for dinner no doubt. "Well Hello....Potter."
Harry started and turned around. This was not good. He was alone with Malfoy. Shit. Why hadn't he just gone to dinner instead of falling asleep!
"Move it Potter! That snitch is mine!" Draco sneered, pushing Harry out of the way and leaning off his broom towards the snitch. Harry wouldn't let him have it. Not now, not ever. "Eat dirt Malfoy!" Harry elbowed Draco, causing him to fall off his broom completely. Luckily for him they were close to the ground. "Gryffindor wins!!!! 210 to 90!" Lee Jordan screamed, "Slytherin..."
"Mr. Jordan!" "Sorry Professor." Lee smirked and cheered with the crowd. Harry held up the snitch and flew around the pitch as wizards from all houses cheered him on. All but the Slytherins that is. They had sour faces on, having not been able to beat the Gryffindor team all year. While the Gryffindor team was flying their victory laps around the pitch, the Slytherin team sulked off the field and into the locker room. Draco was positively livid. 'Damn that Potter! I was so close to catching that snitch! If his stupid elbow wouldn't have gotten me I would've had it! Argh!' Draco slammed his fists into the locker room door. No one noticed him; they all were pretty much ignoring him. He didn't care, they all could just sod off. He didn't care about them, they didn't care about him. Draco quickly changed and went back to the Slytherin common room. He walked into his room and threw himself on his bed, staring up into the ceiling, arm above his head. 'How does Potter beat me every time? It's annoying!' Draco sighed and closed his eyes. He was tired and wasn't in the mood to deal with the rest of the house, so he drifted off for a nap.
Harry was ecstatic! He beat Malfoy again! His fellow Gryffindor teammates hoisted him on their shoulders once back to the common room. Everyone was cheering and celebrating. Like on all special occasions, the twins smuggled items, though it seemed McGonagall was looking the other way tonight. She was simply overjoyed and was constantly boasting to other teachers about it. The celebrating went on for hours, but Harry was exhausted. "Well why wouldn't you be? You played long and hard today!" Hermione exclaimed. "I think I'm going to head off to bed." Harry smiled tiredly. "But dinner's in an hour!" Ron scoffed. "I'm not really that hungry." Harry smiled at his best friend. Ron placed a hand to Harry's forehead. "You ok? Not Hungry?" Harry moved Ron's hand. "I'm fine, just tired."
"Are you..."
"Come on Ron, I have something to show you."
Harry gave Hermione a grateful look. He just wanted time by himself to think. WITHOUT Ron as a distraction. He walked up to his room and laid his robe on the chair by his bed. He grabbed his walkman out of his trunk and smiled, remembering Ton's reaction. "Where is the music coming from? How does that work??" He hit play and listened to his favorite song at the moment. Music flowed and he hummed along with the words. You build me up You knock me down Provoke a smile And make me frown You are the queen of runaround You know it's true
Harry sighed and lay down on his bed and closed his eyes. He needed to think but what about? He wasn't sure. He had this feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't put a finer on it. The feeling had been bothering him for sometime now. How annoying! Though it kept surfacing whenever he was around Malfoy. What a git. Always with those Slytherin goons of his. Thinks he' hot and sexy with that sleeked back hair. Though recently he's been watching Harry. Why? Was he planning something? Shit. Harry had to be careful. Though every time he looked at Malfoy his sneer wasn't as malicious. What was going on? As long as he watched what was going on it would be ok. Harry fell asleep, his dreams of what Draco could be up to.
Hot breath was on his neck, warm lips caressing his shoulder, light kisses and fingers caressed his hot skin. Draco started. What the hell was that?! He sat up, head in his hand. That was so real feeling. Draco's hand went to his neck and caressed it. He was imagining things again. He really mist be stressed. He slipped out of bed and looked at the time. 10pm, he slept longer than he planned. Oh well. He was getting hungry though. His stomach growled in hunger. That settles it. He was going to take a trip to the kitchen. The house elves always do as he wishes.
Draco snuck out of the dungeons, heading towards the kitchen. Why was he sneaking? He only had to worry about Filch and his damn cat. Any other professors he can talk his way out of trouble. He knew what paths and corridors the professors took, so he knew how to get around them. He slipped into the kitchen by the painting and stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide before turning into a smirk. He spoke to the figure standing in the kitchen, looking in cupboards himself for dinner no doubt. "Well Hello....Potter."
Harry started and turned around. This was not good. He was alone with Malfoy. Shit. Why hadn't he just gone to dinner instead of falling asleep!