Hello all! A few hours back I posted the first chapter up on the site and since then I have written this. It is only half as long as the other chapter but I have to stop it when the story deems fit. So anyway, enjoy this as much as you like... See you at the note at the end...

"You're on, Malfoy. What are you doing tonight?" asked Harry as he hated being called a chicken. Malfoy smirked at Harry and then walked closer and for a second Harry wondered if Malfoy was going to kiss him. Instead he leant forwards and whispered coolly into Harry's ear, "Game on."

Harry ate lunch in silence, after leaving the room a few minutes after Draco, ignoring the looks he was getting from Ron and Hermione. They had both tried to apologize for getting involved when he didn't need their help but he just snubbed them and then continued eating. He was going down straight after tea that night to meet Malfoy and found that some strange part of him couldn't wait. He convinced himself he was just looking forward to flying with some sort of competiton again.

When he had finally finished lunch he hurried along to his next lesson which he had again with Draco. All lesson he didn't so much as glance Harry's way – annoying the boy no end – but when he left he whispered, "Don't be late Potter or I'll think that you are bailing!"

When he was sitting that evening with his friends at tea he was just waiting for Draco to stand up to play. The tea seemed to go by excruciating slowly until eventually Harry stood up and from across the hall saw Draco mirror his actions. Harry summoned his broom as they walked and it caught up with him when he got just outside the great hall. Draco's also landed his hands as he joined him in the huge hall and then in silence they began to walk down to the pitch. Harry smiled at the feel of the smooth wood beneath his fingers and stroked it absentmindedly.

When they reached the pitch Draco turned to Harry and said, "I know the password to the supply cupboard so maybe you can just wait here whilst I go and get us a good snitch alright?"

Harry nodded and instead of climbing onto his broom he lay down on the dark floor in the middle of the pitch. They weren't worried about being caught down here because eighth years were allowed to be out for as long as they wanted at night. Harry was tired from a lack of sleep over the past week and so closed his eyes gently before sleep overtook him briefly.

He awoke to the feeling of someone falling over him and then landing on him awkwardly straddling him. "Potter, why the fuck are you lying on the floor in the dark, so that anyone could just come along and trip over you?"

"I was…"

"Well, whatever I don't really care. Right, whilst I get the snitch out I need you to go and light up the pitch so that we can have even a vague chance of seeing it. Hurry along now, I'm frozen." Draco rolled off him and allowed Harry to take his hand to pull himself up.

Harry did light up the pitch and by the time he returned to where Draco was the blonde had the snitch and was ready to let it go. They had agreed that they should give it fifteen seconds to get away from them before they could start the chase. Both boys mounted their brooms ready whilst Draco let go of the snitch and it flew off into the air. Fifteen seconds later and they were off after it but both soon realized they couldn't see it anywhere. Harry hadn't realized that Draco was so close but then he noticed the glint of gold behind him and dove towards him.

From the castle it was quite a spectacular sight to behold as the Gryffindor and Slytherin chased each other round and round to try and catch that snitch. Only one person was watching them however and her face broke into not her usual tight-lipped smile, but a lovely soft one.

Draco and Harry chased down through the foundations of the stands, just like they had done in second year. They flew faster and faster through the wooden stands until Draco crashed hard into one of them. Harry whooped with joy because there was no way he couldn't win this now and as much as he loved the competition he also loved winning. However in the second he whooped he lost concentration and went spinning down into the gravel on the ground. Draco zoomed over his head chuckling loudly whilst Harry spat out a mouthful of stone angrily.

When he finally got back up onto the main pitch he realized that Draco had lost the snitch and so the hunt continued. They swerved and dodged each other when being defensive but at other times hurtled towards the other to knock them off. But there was nothing malicious about the way they were acting now it was all just brilliant for relieving more of the tension.

Draco laughed when Harry fell from his broom again and only managed to hang on by a couple of fingers. He could have easily zoomed over and helped – it wasn't like he had seen the snitch – but it was more fun to watch him struggled. Anyway he had charmed the ground when they began to feel like a pillow no matter what height you fell from. Eventually Harry was back on the broom and now looked even more determined that ever.

The tension from inside his body, inside his very head, heart and other muscles, was now almost completely gone. He felt slightly guilty for being so mean to his friends earlier even if they had annoyed him. The good thing about being seeker is he had times to think about these things and resolved to apologize when he returned that night. At the same time he began to wonder how he could get away with not dating Ginny.

He was pretty sure he wasn't gay but when she touched him or tried to kiss him it did nothing for him. There were no two ways about it; Ginny Weasley did not turn him on in anyway whatsoever. Then all of a sudden the two boys spotted the snitch from their current positions at either end of the pitch, both whilst circling the middle ring. The snitch was directly in the middle of the pitch and with a yelp both boys were now chasing as fast as they could towards it.

Both their arms were outstretched as they got closer and closer to the snitch and they realized at the same time that they were going to crash. Both of them held out their hand for the snitch and flinched as they crashed and one of their hands closed tight around the cold golden ball. For a minute they just fell through the air picking up speed until they landed on top of each other in the middle of the pitch with hardly any noise at all.

For a minute both of them just lay there groaning whilst they didn't dare to move. Eventually Harry managed to roll off of Draco and lay next to him on the grass groaning about how much pain he was in. He turned to look at Draco's face which had gone a very pale white but had a little smirk on it.

"Malfoy are you injured or something?" Harry asked quickly feeling the blood rise up into his head.

Draco didn't actually bother to open his mouth to answer but instead held up one hand which had a flash of gold in it. He'd caught the snitch. Fuck.

You actually read all the way to the end :) I don't have much to say except I am just about to start the third chapter and I promise it'll be up soon. Maybe even today depending on how much time I have. :)

Thanks and reviews appreciated but I just like knowing people have read it...