Story title: Next time don't look down!
Author: RandomBabbling
Chapter: 3. 'Depression, Shock, and a Challege'
Rating: PG-13 for mild cussing and some sweet sweet Slash!
Homophobes, turn round and head for the door, if you don't like it don't read it! *glares*
Plot: Draco crashes his broomstick, and Harry has to save him! I know it's been done before, but we all love it! ^_^
Pairings: Harry/Draco (YAY 4 HP/DM!)
*A/N* I don't own them so don't sue! If ya even try, I'll hex you, ya muggle!
This 'fic is dedicated to three people: Shampoo (my bestest mate Julie!), ChibiWhiteFerret (LOVE your fanfics!), and Marysia/Ameythst (I hope I spelt that right, 'The Marks We Bear' is the best HP/DM 'fic out there and that's a fact!)
I know I haven't written much Yaoi yet, but it's coming! It just takes a while, OK? If I made them snog in the first chapter it would be all OOC don't you think? So WAIT!
Sorry everyone is OOC, but this is my first go at this, so I'm just gonna see how it turns out.
K, more from dippy!Harry and angsty-but-hot!Draco !!!
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Chapter 3: Depression, Shock, and a Challege.
***
He decided neither giggling like an idiot or bawling like a child would get him anywhere soon, so figured that being absolutely furious would do the trick.
"WHAT?!" Draco shrieked.
Half the crowd fell silent and cowered under the gaze of those stormy grey eyes.
(A/N; Can you tell I think he's hot? Heehee!)
"You heard what I said, Mister Malfoy.." Madam Hooch said simply, in a voice that clearly said 'Don't push your luck', "The points have been added up, and Griffindor win by ten points."
Draco either missed her dangerous tone, or was simply past caring.
"You can't be serious!!!" He yelled, still holding onto the Snitch and completely unaware that he was squeezing it far too tightly in his fury. If it had had lungs he would have choked it.
The adrenaline in his system was quickly draining away to nothing, leaving him feeling empty and hollow and slightly hysterical. What had started out as a strong argument that might have actually worked...was slowly turning into desperate temper-tantrum.
"But I got the Snitch fair and square! What do you mean only 3 penalties for Slytherin?! They were hitting us just as much as we were hitting them! It was self-defense! Did you see what they were doing to Blaise?! You only let them win because of Potter!"
The last sentense was said like it was a string of curse words.
"Mister Malfoy! That's another ten points from Slytherin! And if I so much as hear one more word out of you, I'll personally take away every point Slytherin has left! Do I make myself clear?!" Madam Hooch screeched, her gold eyes burning into Draco's silver ones with an equal amount of fury.
One look from Snape told Draco that if he even opened his mouth he'd be spending the rest of his life as a horned-toad, and he reluctantly backed down.
The eerie silence ended at last as the offical score was read out by Lee Jordan, just barely managing to keep the excitment out of his voice. 250 for Slytherin, 260 for Griffindor.
As though at last realising that someone wasn't about to come out and explain the whole thing was a joke, the crowd erupted into a mass of cheers and applause from everyone except the Slytherins, who were still silent in an awkward mix of surprise and disgust.
His mind tried to convince him they were disgusted at the whole team, but Draco still had the distict feeling all their disgust was directed solely at him.
He really didn't feel like going back to the Slytherin common room right now.
"Harry? HARRY? Are you listening to me? HARRY!"
"Huh...What?" Harry answered vaguely, still in shock and thoroughly confused.
"Snap out of it, Harry, what planet are you on?" Seamus Finnigan laughed, clapping Harry on his shoulder so hard he nearly fell off his broom, "Did you see that? I've never seen Malfoy look like that! I swear, there must be a Werewolf in his family somewhere, he practically had fangs! I'm sure he looked like he was gonna rip Madam Hooch's throat out!"
Harry grunted in responce. "Yeah..."
Seamus barely noticed.
"And did you see me and Adrian Pucey, that Slytherin Chaser? He gave me a bloody shiner, he did!" He pointed to the nasty purple bruise around his left eye, and grinned, "But I got him back for it! Knocked one of his teeth out! Look!"
Harry turned a slight shade of green as Seamus shoved a bloodstained tooth under his nose.
"What are you going to do with THAT?" Harry asked, before he could stop himself.
"Well, keep it of course! It's my new lucky charm!"
Harry was about to ask what his OLD lucky charm had been like if that was his new one, but realised, on reflection, that he really didn't want to know.
"What's the matter, Harry? Are you gonna just sit there on your broom 'till you get splinters up your arse? Come on, let's help Fred and George get Oliver out of that goal, OK?"
"No thanks, Seamus, I think I'll just stay out here for a while..." Harry answered vaugely.
"OK....listen, Harry...You're not upset because you didn't get the Snitch, are you?"
"Hmm? No....no...I'm fine, just fine, Seamus. You go help Oliver, I'll be back by dinner."
Seamus just shrugged, and zipped off towards the Griffindor goalposts, where by now a large crowd had gathered.
Draco sighed, watching his team mates file quietly back into the changing rooms, muttering inaudiable words that Draco was glad he couldn't hear.
He looked across the pitch to where a group of Griffindors were still working on 'The Oliver Situation'. Draco smirked as Oliver finally popped out of hoop like a cork in a wine bottle, knocking the whole chain of Griffindors over like a stack of dominos.
He wondered if his team mates would have done the same for him. Probably not.
Draco felt himself shudder at the image of himself being stuck 50 feet up in the air with no way of getting down until someone took pity on you and pulled you out.
He could feel something familiar that felt suspiciously like sadness or possibly a little depression welling up inside him, and quickly did the one thing that had managed to keep him sane all these years; he forced all his emotions and any sort of feeling he didn't like thinking about right to the back of his mind, and let a comforting veil of classic Malfoy snobbery and ignorance wash over his consciousness until he barely remembered what he'd been sad about.
He watched his team mate's retreating backs and scowled. 'Ignorant gits. I caught the Snitch, what more was I supposed to do?! They're acting like it's MY fault! My fault? Gods, that's a laugh!'
Feeling a little less angsty, he waited until Adrian had given up on finding his lost tooth and gone back to the changing rooms, before releasing the thankful Snitch, and took off after it again.
Harry woke from his trance to the sound of laughter and cheering as the Griffindors limped and staggered back to their changing rooms (The Weasely Twins were carrying Oliver with help from Seamus, seeing as he was still a little too sore and disorientated to walk in a straight line).
He watched them dissappear through the doors, and, casting all doubts aside, began weaving in and out of the goalposts, going faster and faster, seeing how fast he could go without smacking into a post.
'It's all about agility' he thought, narrowly scraping his left ear against the cold metal post, 'Got to be faster, got to have better reflexes, or he'll do it again, I know he will. He'll get the Snitch before me...Stupid, stupid bloody Malfoy! Why does he have to be so bloody annoying..so irritating and cocky and attractive and...huh?'
He shook his head quickly.
'Bah, stupid ignorant Slytherin git, with his silly blonde hair all silky and shiny with those gorgeous enchanting eyes and...Oh SHIT! What the BLOODY hell is going on!?'
Draco nearly fell out of the air when he saw the dark, alluring figure flying in a tight figure-of-eight around the opposite goal hoops.
'Not him again...' Draco pleaded with himself, closing his eyes for a second just to make sure it wasn't all a hallucination conjured up by his raging hormones or whatever the hell it was people called it, 'Why does that bastard always show up just when I want him to leave me alone!? What, is he stalking me or something!?'
He wondered for a second as to why that thought didn't disturb him half as much as he thought it would have...
He shook his head quickly, and zipped across the pitch to have some fun.
*WHOOSH*
*CLUNK*
"Owwieee..."
Harry cursed again as he noticed the Silver-haired Slytherin approaching from out the corner of his eye, just in time to see him smack head-first into the post, nearly cracking his glasses.
'D'oh!'
Harry managed to keep his balance on his Firebolt, and sat there rubbing the large bump on his forehead, a sense of impending doom and certain humiliation decending on him as Draco advanced on him.
"Oh go away, Malfoy, I don't have time to deal with you right now..." Harry mumbled before Draco had even opened his mouth, "Why the hell are you following me around anyway?"
He sighed, irritated. "Don't assume that I'm here just because you are, I have better things to do with my time, like practise."
Harry sniggered, "Yeah, and a lot of good that did you, didn't it?"
"Just because that old hag Madam Hooch favours you because of your stupid scar, doesn't mean you're any better than I am."
The second the words were out of his mouth he regretted them. Of course Harry was a better flyer than he was!
But still, he couldn't back down now.
"Oh yeah, well we'll see about that..." Harry growled through gritted teeth.
"What the hell are you talking about, Potter?"
Harry grinned, it wasn't a nice smile. "Oh nothing, just a little challege...You know the tallest tree in the Forbidden Forest? The big pine one north of Hagrid's hut?"
"Of course. What's your point?"
"Let's have a race if you think you're so good. First one around the tree and back wins."
Draco knew it was impossible. Harry's Firebolt was about five times faster than his Nimbus2001, and it was starting to get dark too. Swirling black storm clouds had started to gather above them, making the sky look twice as overcast as it really was.
He could have said no, he should have just said no, like the websites and leaflets and posters always say.
But instead, he plastered a confidant smirk on his face, tucked a restless strand of silky hair behind his ear, and said "You're on."
~TBC~
Ha-HA! Just a liiiiiiittle hint of Slashy goodness, but there's more to come! God, this chapter was hard to write! But it was worth it, wasn't it? WASN'T IT?????
Will you review now? Will you? PLEASE? Do you want me to beg?
*gets down on knees* PLEASE REVIEW!!! PLEASE!!! *weeps*
*gets up and brushes off dust* There, you made a Slytherin beg. Happy now?
Author: RandomBabbling
Chapter: 3. 'Depression, Shock, and a Challege'
Rating: PG-13 for mild cussing and some sweet sweet Slash!
Homophobes, turn round and head for the door, if you don't like it don't read it! *glares*
Plot: Draco crashes his broomstick, and Harry has to save him! I know it's been done before, but we all love it! ^_^
Pairings: Harry/Draco (YAY 4 HP/DM!)
*A/N* I don't own them so don't sue! If ya even try, I'll hex you, ya muggle!
This 'fic is dedicated to three people: Shampoo (my bestest mate Julie!), ChibiWhiteFerret (LOVE your fanfics!), and Marysia/Ameythst (I hope I spelt that right, 'The Marks We Bear' is the best HP/DM 'fic out there and that's a fact!)
I know I haven't written much Yaoi yet, but it's coming! It just takes a while, OK? If I made them snog in the first chapter it would be all OOC don't you think? So WAIT!
Sorry everyone is OOC, but this is my first go at this, so I'm just gonna see how it turns out.
K, more from dippy!Harry and angsty-but-hot!Draco !!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 3: Depression, Shock, and a Challege.
***
He decided neither giggling like an idiot or bawling like a child would get him anywhere soon, so figured that being absolutely furious would do the trick.
"WHAT?!" Draco shrieked.
Half the crowd fell silent and cowered under the gaze of those stormy grey eyes.
(A/N; Can you tell I think he's hot? Heehee!)
"You heard what I said, Mister Malfoy.." Madam Hooch said simply, in a voice that clearly said 'Don't push your luck', "The points have been added up, and Griffindor win by ten points."
Draco either missed her dangerous tone, or was simply past caring.
"You can't be serious!!!" He yelled, still holding onto the Snitch and completely unaware that he was squeezing it far too tightly in his fury. If it had had lungs he would have choked it.
The adrenaline in his system was quickly draining away to nothing, leaving him feeling empty and hollow and slightly hysterical. What had started out as a strong argument that might have actually worked...was slowly turning into desperate temper-tantrum.
"But I got the Snitch fair and square! What do you mean only 3 penalties for Slytherin?! They were hitting us just as much as we were hitting them! It was self-defense! Did you see what they were doing to Blaise?! You only let them win because of Potter!"
The last sentense was said like it was a string of curse words.
"Mister Malfoy! That's another ten points from Slytherin! And if I so much as hear one more word out of you, I'll personally take away every point Slytherin has left! Do I make myself clear?!" Madam Hooch screeched, her gold eyes burning into Draco's silver ones with an equal amount of fury.
One look from Snape told Draco that if he even opened his mouth he'd be spending the rest of his life as a horned-toad, and he reluctantly backed down.
The eerie silence ended at last as the offical score was read out by Lee Jordan, just barely managing to keep the excitment out of his voice. 250 for Slytherin, 260 for Griffindor.
As though at last realising that someone wasn't about to come out and explain the whole thing was a joke, the crowd erupted into a mass of cheers and applause from everyone except the Slytherins, who were still silent in an awkward mix of surprise and disgust.
His mind tried to convince him they were disgusted at the whole team, but Draco still had the distict feeling all their disgust was directed solely at him.
He really didn't feel like going back to the Slytherin common room right now.
"Harry? HARRY? Are you listening to me? HARRY!"
"Huh...What?" Harry answered vaguely, still in shock and thoroughly confused.
"Snap out of it, Harry, what planet are you on?" Seamus Finnigan laughed, clapping Harry on his shoulder so hard he nearly fell off his broom, "Did you see that? I've never seen Malfoy look like that! I swear, there must be a Werewolf in his family somewhere, he practically had fangs! I'm sure he looked like he was gonna rip Madam Hooch's throat out!"
Harry grunted in responce. "Yeah..."
Seamus barely noticed.
"And did you see me and Adrian Pucey, that Slytherin Chaser? He gave me a bloody shiner, he did!" He pointed to the nasty purple bruise around his left eye, and grinned, "But I got him back for it! Knocked one of his teeth out! Look!"
Harry turned a slight shade of green as Seamus shoved a bloodstained tooth under his nose.
"What are you going to do with THAT?" Harry asked, before he could stop himself.
"Well, keep it of course! It's my new lucky charm!"
Harry was about to ask what his OLD lucky charm had been like if that was his new one, but realised, on reflection, that he really didn't want to know.
"What's the matter, Harry? Are you gonna just sit there on your broom 'till you get splinters up your arse? Come on, let's help Fred and George get Oliver out of that goal, OK?"
"No thanks, Seamus, I think I'll just stay out here for a while..." Harry answered vaugely.
"OK....listen, Harry...You're not upset because you didn't get the Snitch, are you?"
"Hmm? No....no...I'm fine, just fine, Seamus. You go help Oliver, I'll be back by dinner."
Seamus just shrugged, and zipped off towards the Griffindor goalposts, where by now a large crowd had gathered.
Draco sighed, watching his team mates file quietly back into the changing rooms, muttering inaudiable words that Draco was glad he couldn't hear.
He looked across the pitch to where a group of Griffindors were still working on 'The Oliver Situation'. Draco smirked as Oliver finally popped out of hoop like a cork in a wine bottle, knocking the whole chain of Griffindors over like a stack of dominos.
He wondered if his team mates would have done the same for him. Probably not.
Draco felt himself shudder at the image of himself being stuck 50 feet up in the air with no way of getting down until someone took pity on you and pulled you out.
He could feel something familiar that felt suspiciously like sadness or possibly a little depression welling up inside him, and quickly did the one thing that had managed to keep him sane all these years; he forced all his emotions and any sort of feeling he didn't like thinking about right to the back of his mind, and let a comforting veil of classic Malfoy snobbery and ignorance wash over his consciousness until he barely remembered what he'd been sad about.
He watched his team mate's retreating backs and scowled. 'Ignorant gits. I caught the Snitch, what more was I supposed to do?! They're acting like it's MY fault! My fault? Gods, that's a laugh!'
Feeling a little less angsty, he waited until Adrian had given up on finding his lost tooth and gone back to the changing rooms, before releasing the thankful Snitch, and took off after it again.
Harry woke from his trance to the sound of laughter and cheering as the Griffindors limped and staggered back to their changing rooms (The Weasely Twins were carrying Oliver with help from Seamus, seeing as he was still a little too sore and disorientated to walk in a straight line).
He watched them dissappear through the doors, and, casting all doubts aside, began weaving in and out of the goalposts, going faster and faster, seeing how fast he could go without smacking into a post.
'It's all about agility' he thought, narrowly scraping his left ear against the cold metal post, 'Got to be faster, got to have better reflexes, or he'll do it again, I know he will. He'll get the Snitch before me...Stupid, stupid bloody Malfoy! Why does he have to be so bloody annoying..so irritating and cocky and attractive and...huh?'
He shook his head quickly.
'Bah, stupid ignorant Slytherin git, with his silly blonde hair all silky and shiny with those gorgeous enchanting eyes and...Oh SHIT! What the BLOODY hell is going on!?'
Draco nearly fell out of the air when he saw the dark, alluring figure flying in a tight figure-of-eight around the opposite goal hoops.
'Not him again...' Draco pleaded with himself, closing his eyes for a second just to make sure it wasn't all a hallucination conjured up by his raging hormones or whatever the hell it was people called it, 'Why does that bastard always show up just when I want him to leave me alone!? What, is he stalking me or something!?'
He wondered for a second as to why that thought didn't disturb him half as much as he thought it would have...
He shook his head quickly, and zipped across the pitch to have some fun.
*WHOOSH*
*CLUNK*
"Owwieee..."
Harry cursed again as he noticed the Silver-haired Slytherin approaching from out the corner of his eye, just in time to see him smack head-first into the post, nearly cracking his glasses.
'D'oh!'
Harry managed to keep his balance on his Firebolt, and sat there rubbing the large bump on his forehead, a sense of impending doom and certain humiliation decending on him as Draco advanced on him.
"Oh go away, Malfoy, I don't have time to deal with you right now..." Harry mumbled before Draco had even opened his mouth, "Why the hell are you following me around anyway?"
He sighed, irritated. "Don't assume that I'm here just because you are, I have better things to do with my time, like practise."
Harry sniggered, "Yeah, and a lot of good that did you, didn't it?"
"Just because that old hag Madam Hooch favours you because of your stupid scar, doesn't mean you're any better than I am."
The second the words were out of his mouth he regretted them. Of course Harry was a better flyer than he was!
But still, he couldn't back down now.
"Oh yeah, well we'll see about that..." Harry growled through gritted teeth.
"What the hell are you talking about, Potter?"
Harry grinned, it wasn't a nice smile. "Oh nothing, just a little challege...You know the tallest tree in the Forbidden Forest? The big pine one north of Hagrid's hut?"
"Of course. What's your point?"
"Let's have a race if you think you're so good. First one around the tree and back wins."
Draco knew it was impossible. Harry's Firebolt was about five times faster than his Nimbus2001, and it was starting to get dark too. Swirling black storm clouds had started to gather above them, making the sky look twice as overcast as it really was.
He could have said no, he should have just said no, like the websites and leaflets and posters always say.
But instead, he plastered a confidant smirk on his face, tucked a restless strand of silky hair behind his ear, and said "You're on."
~TBC~
Ha-HA! Just a liiiiiiittle hint of Slashy goodness, but there's more to come! God, this chapter was hard to write! But it was worth it, wasn't it? WASN'T IT?????
Will you review now? Will you? PLEASE? Do you want me to beg?
*gets down on knees* PLEASE REVIEW!!! PLEASE!!! *weeps*
*gets up and brushes off dust* There, you made a Slytherin beg. Happy now?
