A/N: Look, it's Sunday! WHAAAAAAAAT? I know.

But don't get used to the frequent updates. It'll probably be another week, week and a half, before the next chapter pops up.

Anyways, Enjoy!

Chapter 7

Harry was already enthusiastic after his jaunt with Malfoy, and as soon as he walked into the locker room his teams' exuberance filled him as well. Surprisingly only two girls had made the team that year and even more surprisingly, they were both sick. Their replacements chatted quietly off to the side, excited for their first real game of the season.

This was going to be a fun game, he thought happily albeit slightly nervously, before Ron called him over to make the traditional inspiring speech.

Harry had been offered the title of Captain, but mostly out of respect and awe from the other players. After all, he had defeated Voldemort not even a year ago. But Harry declined; he knew the real captain would always be Ron. The rest of the team cheerfully, and unanimously, agreed that the eldest ginger Gryffindor was the best choice for the job.

After the speech, Harry quickly joined his fellow members in uniform and went to stand beside Ron, who was at the door, listening to the gathering crowd.

"Ready mate?"

"Definitely," Ron said, shooting him a grin, "We've won both our other games so far and I have a good feeling about today."

"But this is our first game against Slytherin."

"So? The lot of them best be ready to cry into each other's arms when they lose."

Harry snorted, pumped for the game once more.

"Although," Ron turned to face his friend with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "With the way you've been acting lately, you might be the one comforting Malfoy."

Harry gaped. When had Ron become so perceptive?

"I'm your best friend mate; I notice things." Ron explained, only encouraging Harry's stray thought that maybe Ron had somehow become a Legilimens over the summer without his noticing.

The shock wore off and Harry laughed aloud, drawing the looks of a few other players.

"Can always count on you, right mate? I guess Hermione knows too?"

Ron looked smug, "Actually no. I don't think she's figured it out yet. Unless she reckoned I might have a bad reaction to the news and decided it would be better coming from you. Don't know why she'd think that. You're my best mate and I stuck by you this long, I'm not just going to desert you now because you seem to have developed a crush on Malfoy. Even if I find it completely irrational and even if it is Malfoy."

Harry felt a feeling of affection for his best friend swell and he fought to crush it before he said something absurdly Hufflepuff-y. Instead he decided for a nice swing at the ginger's shoulder.

"Could you not say that so loud? Pretty sure the whole school doesn't know yet, unless I was extremely obvious, and I'd like to keep it that way."

Ron just laughed and rubbed his arm.

"Oi! Don't be hurtin' our Keeper now, Harry. We're gunna need him today if what I heard about Malfoy was true. Apparently the git's been practicing over the summer and did you see that move he pulled off in their last match against Ravenclaw? Best be on your toes, or he could beat even you today, Mr. Youngest Seeker In The World." It was Seamus who had shouted from across the room. Harry held up two fingers in a rude but joking gesture and the team around them laughed.

Ron clapped him on the shoulder.

"Well, you ready to prove your worth?"

"You guys really are the most supportive friends." Harry replied dryly.

As they got in position to leave the locker room, the last comment Harry heard was from Dean, eager and loud.

"LET'S GO KICK SOME SLYTHERIN ARSE!"

~HP/DM~

Draco rolled his eyes as he heard one of the Gryffindor's yell something akin to "Let's go kick some slithering carts!" through the thin walls.

Eloquent, came his sarcastic thought.

Sometimes he wondered how Granger had been Sorted into a house full of testosterone and stupidity.

Thinking of Granger led Draco's thoughts back to the seemingly ever-present man of his thoughts. Harry Potter.

He had been constantly thinking of the boy and every time he took out his sticky notes, the green color instantly sent his mind to the memories of Harry's deep emerald eyes, despite the two other possibilities that could be his History Note Sender.

But no amount of hope on his part could really convince Draco that it was Potter. The man he was talking to in the notes knew who he was, commented on his beauty, and made him blush constantly. Potter would never behave like that towards the blonde without an Unforgivable enforcing his actions.

Draco had heard numerous stories of the Saviour and his many sexcapades with girls (and several boys) in all of the Houses. Naturally, he realised they couldn't all be true but there had to be at least one truth hidden among the silly rumours.

Well, Draco did know one rumour that was definitely true and it was beyond his reasoning as to why he hadn't told anyone yet.

The Weaselette had given up on her hopeless chase after a particularly secretive meeting with Potter at the beginning of the year that Draco had accidently and shockingly happened across.

Harry had dragged his almost girlfriend into a tight alcove, much to her delight. Draco had stumbled across them, an apology almost spilling from his lips before he realised who the couple were and that they were in fact, not snogging the life out of each other. In reality, Potter had looked disgusted and the Weaselette had looked both devastated and understanding. Draco had done the obvious thing that any self-respecting Slytherin would have done in his position; cast a Disillusionment Charm on himself and moved closer to hear the heated words better.

"Are you sure?" Ginny asked and Harry started nodding before she had even finished. Her eyes flashed determinedly and she reached up to grab Potter's chin firmly. He didn't even resist; it was as if he knew what was coming. He had even looked slightly hopeful, as if the following motion actually could change whatever was plaguing the boy.

The girl rose slowly onto the tips of her toes and her eyes fluttered closed. She moved her face forward until her lips gently touched the raven-haired boys. He stood completely still and Draco wondered if he was breathing. After a minute or so the Weaselette dropped back down but looked questioningly up at Potter. The boy shook his head in disgust once more and Draco realised the disgust was aimed at himself.

"I'm sorry Gin, nothing. That does it, if you can't do it for me, it's official." He took a deep breath and Draco barely heard the two, very resolute words form when the breath was let out.

"I'm gay."

The girl shrugged. "It's okay, Harry. No one is going to judge you, and if they do, I'll hex all their hair to grow in a very different place than what they're used to."

Potter's shoulders relaxed slightly and he snorted.

"Wonder how your brother will take it," He murmured.

"I almost hope he reacts badly just so I can have an excuse to Jinx him into oblivion."

Someone jostled Draco out of his reverie and he looked over to see Blaise giving him a concerned look. Draco flashed him a grin.

"What're you doing here, Blaise? The games about to start."

"Just wanted to make sure Potter didn't murder you on the way down here." He mumbled something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like, "Or snog your face off," but Draco chose to ignore the absurd thought in favour for a very expressive snort.

Sometimes he thought the boy should've been Sorted into Hufflepuff, what with all the emotion he showed for his friends. Then he remembered the dark-skinned boy's latest prank and reconsidered once again.

"Well, as you can see, I'm fine. You can go back to the stands to watch with Pansy as I beat Potter's arse and stare unabashedly at my own arse like I know you want to."

It was Blaise's turn to snort. "'Course, your Majesty. Good-luck." He pushed at the door before turning around, lowering his voice conspiringly and throwing Draco a wink.

"Oh and Draco dear, do try to refrain from gawking at the Chosen One's gorgeous eyes long enough to catch the snitch this time around, alright?"

A/N: So no Quidditch this time, sorry. *Runs away to hide*

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