Title: Next time don't look down!
Author: RandomBabbling
Plot: Y'know, the usual thing. Draco crashes his broomstick and Harry has to rescue him. Just plain Yaoi fluff! And admit it, EVERYONE loves Yaoi fluff! ^_^
I know everyone's a little OOC, but this IS fluff afterall so does it really matter?
Rating: PG-13 for mild cussing and sweet sweet Slash! Homophobes, turn around and head for the door, if you don't like it don't read it! *glares*
Disclaimer: They ain't mine so don't sue me! If ya even try I'll hex you, ya muggle!
This 'fic is dedicated to Shampoo, ChibiWhiteFerret and Marysia/Amethyst. I would also dedicate to Snow, StarRose and Anna Sartin, but they're Pokemon fic writers, and although they are talented, I'll save them for my next PKMN 'fic.
K, on with the show!
@~~~~~
"And she's really going for it now, a neat pass to Alicia Spinnet, heading for - OW! That must have hurt, hit in the face with a Bludger! The Slytherin beaters are on top form tonight! And Flint gets the Quaffle!"
Lee Jordan's commentary blasted out across the Quidditch pitch as the 13 players zipped and glided about the field.
Just 13 you say? Well Alicia wasn't in any condition to do much zipping or gliding anymore.
"Is she alright? No....no, I think we're gonna need another Chaser out here! Keeper Wood calls for a time out...........and reserve Chaser Seamus Finnigan is up off the bench! The match continues…Flint's really flying up there! Johnson moving to block him - misses - and Flint passes to Blaise Zambini. Nice catch there - he's new to the Slytherin team - last year only a reserve. He's heading for the goal, come ON Griffindor! Keeper Wood dives - MISSES! - OH NO SLYTHERIN SCORE AGAIN!"
Cheers were heard from the Slytherin side, but were quickly drowned out by boos and moans from everyone else.
High above the players, watching the game with growing disgust, Harry Potter sighed. This wasn't really a very important match overall, it wouldn't affect the league either way if Slytherin won, but that still didn't make the fact that Griffindor were losing any harder to bear.
Harry cursed under his breath (and not the magical kind!). The score was now 70 - 20 to Slytherin.
They were a much better team than Harry remembered. Better than ANY of the team remembered, or they would have practised more.
'At least they practised at all!' Harry muttered to himself.
As usual, his less-than-understanding Uncle had forbidden Harry from riding his broomstick over the summer holidays, and he was a little rusty.
"Not quite so cocky now, eh Potter?" A mocking voice drawled suddenly.
Harry spun around, forgetting he was still on his Firebolt, and nearly fell off. He kept his balance, barely, and turned round to face the owner of the voice, as if he didn't already know who it was...
"What's the matter, Potter? Getting a little jumpy now you're losing?" Draco Malfoy asked mockingly, hovering gracefully on his broomstick only two metres from Harry.
"No," Harry shot back, feeling anger at both Draco and himself, "I just find it annoying when idiotic creeps like you seem to find it entertaining to sneak up on me. Got nothing else to do?"
Draco sighed, and surprised Harry completely by saying, in a voice that totally lacked his usual sneer, "Actually, I've been looking for that damn Snitch all evening, but I can't find it! Do you think they even remembered to let it out?"
Harry was a little taken aback. Was Malfoy actually trying to make a conversation with his enemy? Was this some kind of trick?
"You'd probably find it faster if you didn't waste your time trying to distract me!" Harry yelled to his nemesis as he zoomed off, not wanting to spend any more time than he needed to just sitting there while Slytherin gained more points.
While they'd been 'talking', the score had changed to 100 – 40.
Harry scanned the field while his mind drifted aimlessly, trying to get the thoughts of Draco out of his head.
'Stop it, Harry!' He told himself sharply, 'Why do you keep thinking about him? Come on, you know who you're thinking about, right? Let me spell it out for you: D.R.A.C.O. M.A.L.F.O.Y.! This guy is your enemy! So quit thinking about him and look for the bloody Snitch!'
And y'know what annoyed Harry most at that moment? The fact that the little voice at the back of his simply said 'Mmm…Draco's a nice name, don't you think?'
Half an hour later, there was still no sign of the damn Snitch, and Harry was beginning to wonder if maybe Malfoy had been right…Maybe they really HAD forgotten to let the Snitch out!
'Shut up.' He said to himself.
He did a quick Loop-the-loop on his Firebolt when Seamus scored for a third time, but other than pull off fancy moves, there wasn't much Harry could do while the Snitch was out of sight.
An excited murmur vibrated through the stands, and Harry looked down, gasping in shock as he took in the scene below him.
"Ooo! That can't be right! Foul!" Lee Jordan yelled as Marcus Flint headbutted Seamus and took the Quaffle, "FOUL! A dirty, senseless, rotten foul by the Slytherin Captain!"
The game soon became chaos as Angelina Johnson slapped Flint upside his head, and before anyone could even say "What the f...!", everyone seemed to be either getting punched or was punching someone.
Suddenly, out of the corner of Harry's eye, he noticed a streak of gold followed by a fast-moving silver-blonde blur.
Captivated by the melee, it took Harry several seconds to notice that Malfoy had spotted the snitch, and was racing after it at a breakneck speed Harry hadn't even thought capable from a Nimbus 2001!
He cursed under his breath and pulled his Firebolt into a dive, trying to catch up with him.
It was impossible! Draco was just two metres from the panicking Snitch, Harry – with more than 10 metres of distance between him and the snitch - knew he could never make it in time...could he?
He dodged past Fred and George Weasley, who were chasing a very frightened Blaise Zambini around the Griffindor goalposts - trying to hit him with their Beater's bats - and nearly lost control of his broom as a stray Bludger blew past his left ear. Draco was gaining on the Snitch with every passing second.
~TBC~
OK, I figured I should just post this chapter and see how you guys like it before I continue.
Any thoughts or suggestions are welcome, but flames left for everyone to laugh at and ignore.
Ja ne!
Author: RandomBabbling
Plot: Y'know, the usual thing. Draco crashes his broomstick and Harry has to rescue him. Just plain Yaoi fluff! And admit it, EVERYONE loves Yaoi fluff! ^_^
I know everyone's a little OOC, but this IS fluff afterall so does it really matter?
Rating: PG-13 for mild cussing and sweet sweet Slash! Homophobes, turn around and head for the door, if you don't like it don't read it! *glares*
Disclaimer: They ain't mine so don't sue me! If ya even try I'll hex you, ya muggle!
This 'fic is dedicated to Shampoo, ChibiWhiteFerret and Marysia/Amethyst. I would also dedicate to Snow, StarRose and Anna Sartin, but they're Pokemon fic writers, and although they are talented, I'll save them for my next PKMN 'fic.
K, on with the show!
@~~~~~
"And she's really going for it now, a neat pass to Alicia Spinnet, heading for - OW! That must have hurt, hit in the face with a Bludger! The Slytherin beaters are on top form tonight! And Flint gets the Quaffle!"
Lee Jordan's commentary blasted out across the Quidditch pitch as the 13 players zipped and glided about the field.
Just 13 you say? Well Alicia wasn't in any condition to do much zipping or gliding anymore.
"Is she alright? No....no, I think we're gonna need another Chaser out here! Keeper Wood calls for a time out...........and reserve Chaser Seamus Finnigan is up off the bench! The match continues…Flint's really flying up there! Johnson moving to block him - misses - and Flint passes to Blaise Zambini. Nice catch there - he's new to the Slytherin team - last year only a reserve. He's heading for the goal, come ON Griffindor! Keeper Wood dives - MISSES! - OH NO SLYTHERIN SCORE AGAIN!"
Cheers were heard from the Slytherin side, but were quickly drowned out by boos and moans from everyone else.
High above the players, watching the game with growing disgust, Harry Potter sighed. This wasn't really a very important match overall, it wouldn't affect the league either way if Slytherin won, but that still didn't make the fact that Griffindor were losing any harder to bear.
Harry cursed under his breath (and not the magical kind!). The score was now 70 - 20 to Slytherin.
They were a much better team than Harry remembered. Better than ANY of the team remembered, or they would have practised more.
'At least they practised at all!' Harry muttered to himself.
As usual, his less-than-understanding Uncle had forbidden Harry from riding his broomstick over the summer holidays, and he was a little rusty.
"Not quite so cocky now, eh Potter?" A mocking voice drawled suddenly.
Harry spun around, forgetting he was still on his Firebolt, and nearly fell off. He kept his balance, barely, and turned round to face the owner of the voice, as if he didn't already know who it was...
"What's the matter, Potter? Getting a little jumpy now you're losing?" Draco Malfoy asked mockingly, hovering gracefully on his broomstick only two metres from Harry.
"No," Harry shot back, feeling anger at both Draco and himself, "I just find it annoying when idiotic creeps like you seem to find it entertaining to sneak up on me. Got nothing else to do?"
Draco sighed, and surprised Harry completely by saying, in a voice that totally lacked his usual sneer, "Actually, I've been looking for that damn Snitch all evening, but I can't find it! Do you think they even remembered to let it out?"
Harry was a little taken aback. Was Malfoy actually trying to make a conversation with his enemy? Was this some kind of trick?
"You'd probably find it faster if you didn't waste your time trying to distract me!" Harry yelled to his nemesis as he zoomed off, not wanting to spend any more time than he needed to just sitting there while Slytherin gained more points.
While they'd been 'talking', the score had changed to 100 – 40.
Harry scanned the field while his mind drifted aimlessly, trying to get the thoughts of Draco out of his head.
'Stop it, Harry!' He told himself sharply, 'Why do you keep thinking about him? Come on, you know who you're thinking about, right? Let me spell it out for you: D.R.A.C.O. M.A.L.F.O.Y.! This guy is your enemy! So quit thinking about him and look for the bloody Snitch!'
And y'know what annoyed Harry most at that moment? The fact that the little voice at the back of his simply said 'Mmm…Draco's a nice name, don't you think?'
Half an hour later, there was still no sign of the damn Snitch, and Harry was beginning to wonder if maybe Malfoy had been right…Maybe they really HAD forgotten to let the Snitch out!
'Shut up.' He said to himself.
He did a quick Loop-the-loop on his Firebolt when Seamus scored for a third time, but other than pull off fancy moves, there wasn't much Harry could do while the Snitch was out of sight.
An excited murmur vibrated through the stands, and Harry looked down, gasping in shock as he took in the scene below him.
"Ooo! That can't be right! Foul!" Lee Jordan yelled as Marcus Flint headbutted Seamus and took the Quaffle, "FOUL! A dirty, senseless, rotten foul by the Slytherin Captain!"
The game soon became chaos as Angelina Johnson slapped Flint upside his head, and before anyone could even say "What the f...!", everyone seemed to be either getting punched or was punching someone.
Suddenly, out of the corner of Harry's eye, he noticed a streak of gold followed by a fast-moving silver-blonde blur.
Captivated by the melee, it took Harry several seconds to notice that Malfoy had spotted the snitch, and was racing after it at a breakneck speed Harry hadn't even thought capable from a Nimbus 2001!
He cursed under his breath and pulled his Firebolt into a dive, trying to catch up with him.
It was impossible! Draco was just two metres from the panicking Snitch, Harry – with more than 10 metres of distance between him and the snitch - knew he could never make it in time...could he?
He dodged past Fred and George Weasley, who were chasing a very frightened Blaise Zambini around the Griffindor goalposts - trying to hit him with their Beater's bats - and nearly lost control of his broom as a stray Bludger blew past his left ear. Draco was gaining on the Snitch with every passing second.
~TBC~
OK, I figured I should just post this chapter and see how you guys like it before I continue.
Any thoughts or suggestions are welcome, but flames left for everyone to laugh at and ignore.
Ja ne!