I do not own the Harry Potter world, just the idea for this story. :]
Two hours later, the World Cup was still going strong. Ireland and Bulgaria were at a turning point, and the two men sat in different states of drunken stupors.
"What's wrong, Potter? Can't hold your fire whiskey?" Malfoy drawled. Harry hiccupped in response.
"I may sound like I'm inebriated, but at least I don't look like a tomato. Where's that famed Malfoy pallor now?" Potter replied. It was true; Draco was no longer ghostly white. He had taken on a rather red hue, making him look as if he was horridly sun burnt.
The game continued, and more goals were made. Then suddenly, a shout rose from the Irish team. The Golden Snitch had been sighted. The Irish seeker dove sharply towards the left, his Bulgarian counterpart shortly joining him in the chase.
Both Harry and Draco stood up at this point, leaning against the railing and watching the ensuing struggle. The two seekers dove this way and that, zipping through the air like disturbed bumblebees. Neck and neck they were, the tiny golden ball flying just inches in front of their outstretched hands.
The Bulgarian seeker edged in front of the Irish one, preparing to whisk away that elusive prize. Harry leaned farther over the railing, all thoughts of safety forgotten. He nearly fell into the seats below before Draco grabbed him by the shirt collar and hauled him back up. Harry murmured a surprised and very slurred thank you.
"Well, I couldn't have had you getting out of our bet, now could I!" Draco retorted.
Then as suddenly as the frenzy to grab it had begun, it had ended. Draco fell backwards into his seat in stunned fury. Harry began laughing and dancing around, very nearly falling over the railing once more. This time the wizard that had performed the Unbreakable pulled him to safety, as Draco was quite happy to let him fall.
The Bulgarian seeker had been knocked from his broom by a well and carefully aimed bludger, enabling his rival to grab the snitch right from under his nose. It was at this point that Draco had fallen backwards and Harry had begun his victory dance.
A short while later, Harry had calmed down enough to address Draco.
"So about that name, Draco…" Harry began.
Thank you to my lovely Caprice for betaing for me! :]