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Word Count was 3,000 something words... Dont know how that happened ..but here you go .

Repost: So sorry, the system ate this document and spit it out with extra phrases and extra words where that didnt exist before. Thanks so much to everyone that pointed it out to me. Hopefully its fine now. ...


He woke up before the alarm went off with an armful of the man who had become his husband. Harry wondered why he didn't seem to have a problem with Draco entwining his limbs with his own. He was so different from what Harry had expected, and at times he was almost adorable. His teammates seemed to like him and they had never liked any of the drifting lovers they'd met before.

Harry gently shifted the silky hair that was obscuring Draco's face, gently tracing the light eyebrows and the pink lips. With that sweet expression of relaxation, his appearance was easily that of an angel. Not that Harry believed in them. The thought made him withdraw his fingers as if burned, remembering another countenance that had convincingly hidden the true nature of what lay beneath.

He took the arm that lay on his chest and repositioned it at Draco's side, and moved from under the thigh the blond rested on him as well. He had to remind himself that they all wanted something from him--all of them--as long as he didn't forget no one could hurt him again.

After showering and dressing in his practice gear, he approached Draco's sleeping form, and with a mischievous smile let his palm drop to those rounded globes. He accompanied the movement with a loud yell of "Wake up, rookie!"

Draco jumped, startled at the unexpected dual wake up calls. He glared at Harry for waking him up in such a rude manner.

"You have ten minutes to get ready," Harry ordered before leaving the bedroom.

"What is this man's obsession with striking my arse?" Draco pondered out loud. After a moment he forced his body into action and nearly tumbled out of bed.

"Ten minutes," he scoffed, making sure to thoroughly scrub and cleanse every part of his body regardless of his supposed time limit. He dried off, pulling on briefs and wrapping himself in a towel so he could begin searching for something to wear.

X x X x X x X x

Harry could feel impatience start to set in as he watched his teammates exit their tents and start taking the equipment towards the Quidditch pitch, ready to begin. He checked his watch; he'd already been there for seventeen minutes already. He went back to hurry Draco. Waltzing back into the bedroom, he stopped in his tracks.

Memorising the way the material of his pants were molding to Draco's backside seemed more important than the complaint on his lips. He was wearing the uniform Harry always packed for luck from his days at Hogwarts.

Draco finished adjusting the pant legs around his trainers muttering, "I'm coming," having heard Harry's steps.

"What?" he asked when he turned to face the silent man.

"Why are you wearing that?" Harry raked his eyes over his uniform clad form again.

"I wasn't going to wear jeans and it's not exactly like I have one of my own," Draco answered, giving him a look that clearly spoke of his confusion at the question. "You mind?"

"No, I'm surprised it's not too big for you though," Harry replied.

"They fit just fine, Potter," Draco assured him, smoothing the front of the shirt down.

"Well, they were from my school days, that's all. Come along, rookie!" Harry called to Draco, stressing his new nickname.

"Don't call me that," Draco protested, following him out.

X x XxXxXxx

"Captain's late."

Some of the other players nodded in agreement.

"Any guesses why?" Mark asked, making suggestive movements with his hips.

"The new husband maybe?"

Mark didn't flinch much when Audrey smacked the back of his head, used to her rough treatment.

"I like him," Audrey stated uncharacteristically.

"You actually like someone? I can't believe it! I didn't think hearts made of metal could feel emotions like that!" Mark interjected with exaggerated surprise from behind Hailey, using her as a shield.

Hailey moved a bit to let Audrey get to Mark and heard the others agreeing with her comment of liking Draco, but it sounded as if their voices were coming from far away.

Hailey couldn't believe it: Harry was married now. She had been hoping to finally approach him seriously and make her feelings known. Ryan in particular had tried to dissuade her, but she couldn't hold back the need to confess. She knew he didn't get involved in any serious relationships, and had seen him accept far too many one night stands with Quidditch fans to romanticise the idea of getting more than just sex.

She knew that, but she couldn't stop the desire to be closer in the only way he allowed. So she gathered her courage and had decided to approach him during training.

But he hadn't come alone. Looking over to where the handsome blond man stood shielding his eyes from the sun, the blaring red letters on his back were a painful reminder that he and only he had the right to call himself Mr Potter if he wished.

He wasn't like the other people that approached Harry: he didn't look on at him with reverence--he teased him and showed him up. It would be much easier if she could hate him, but only if he had been cruel to her…. But so far, while he had not been overly friendly with any of them, he seemed to be a nice guy when they approached him.

"Hailey!"

She snapped out of her musings to come face to face with Harry.

"Wake up, okay? You're liable to catch a Bludger to the head if you don't pay attention," he told her sternly.

"Yes, Captain."

He nodded, patting her arm.

"Hey, Harry, Draco's going to practice with me," new Keeper Oliver Wood called out, draping his arm around the blond's shoulder for a moment before the other man moved from under it. "It's fine, right? That way you can practice yourself."

Harry shrugged after a long pause. "I don't care."

There was something in his tone that hinted otherwise, though, as he didn't agree in his usual carefree manner.

"Great. Come on, Draco!" Oliver called for him to follow, but Draco just stood in place, casting a disbelieving look at Oliver.

"What's wrong?" Oliver asked, trying to catch Draco's hand in his. Hailey noticed how, once again, the blond man did not allow the contact.

"You don't summon me. I'm not an animal. Now move aside, Wood, and I'll lead the way," Draco informed him before moving forward.

She wished she hadn't noticed the definite clenching of Harry's fists, however brief. He didn't look away from the direction the pair had gone until Ryan called his attention.

She'd never seen him give a paramour a second glance or even bat an eye when they approached their other teammates, but Draco was something different, and it was with that realisation she knew she stood no chance.

X x X x X x X x

"You brought a broom?" Oliver asked, gesturing to the object in question in Draco's hands.

"No, I borrowed Harry's extra one."

"And his uniform," Oliver added, looking over the lean frame clothed in the borrowed uniform.

"Yes, that too. So, Wood, what exactly is my role in all this?" Draco asked, getting impatient.

"All you have to do is get the Quaffle past me into any one of these three hoops." He handed him the ball and indicated up in the sky.

"Seems simple enough."

They took off into the air and Oliver took his position in front of the hoops while Draco hovered in front of him.

"Start whenever you're ready, not that you're getting anything past me, but you can try," Oliver teased.

The blond man didn't roll his eyes like he wanted to, but bounced the Quaffle in his hand and asked Oliver with a confused expression. "How should I...?"

Oliver relaxed his defensive stance and began to give him pointers when he felt a gust of air rush pass his cheek. He turned in time to see the Quaffle exit the middle hoop.

"One," Draco declared.

"You can't count that!" Oliver protested, clutching the newly retrieved ball in his arm.

"Of course I can, Wood. Now pass it back." Draco extended his arm.

Oliver sighed as he gave in to the unyielding expression on Draco's face.

"Ok, I'll give you that one, but let's see how many more you can get through me," he challenged, feeling his competitive side take over.

X x X x X x X x

"I won. I told you there was nothing that could get past me," Oliver boasted.

"I wouldn't brag so much. You are the professional player and I've never played before, so how satisfying can your victory be?" Draco pointed out, smirking when he watched the older man virtually deflate.

They now sat in the stands watching the other team members practice. Draco had grown weary of the activity and had wandered off to take a break and Oliver had joined him.

"Hey, Draco!"

Both men turned to where Will was waving and Oliver was surprised to see Draco make a small wave back.

"You've changed a lot since Hogwarts," Oliver mused aloud.

"Really? I didn't know you knew me well enough to make a comparison," Draco replied. His impassive expression took the sting from his words.

"Well, not as well as I would have liked considering how nicely you've matured," Oliver admitted softly, moving a bit closer.

"I don't know; you seem more relaxed now. It always seemed like there was something bothering you in school, and now you actually seem...content."

Draco's attention had returned to the players and he didn't reply to Oliver's comment.

"Draco, can I ask you something?" Oliver asked, serious all of a sudden.

"If you must," Draco answered without looking away from the match in front of them, taking note of Harry's technique: the way he flew like he owned the air and would turn the broom from hair raising drops and impossible angles with the control of powerful thighs.

"Why would you get bonded this way?"

"How fast do you think his reflexes are?" Draco asked a question of his own, either deliberately ignoring or genuinely unaware of Oliver's question.

"Who?" Oliver asked, following Draco's line of sight to where Harry was pulling up from a steep dive.

"Well, he is one of the fastest in the league, and he's known for changing direction smoothly even when flying at high speeds. He was the youngest player in one hundred years after all," Oliver answered, wondering if he should continue his question now that the momentum was gone.

"Come on, Draco. Captain wants take you on now!" Mark yelled exuberantly from above.

"Are you ready?" Will asked landing carefully in the narrow space of the row.

"Yes, but will do something for me, Will?" Draco pulled him aside for a moment.

X x X x X x

Ryan let the Snitch go and Harry deliberately gave Draco a small head start to make it a little more interesting. Draco's inexperience shown through in the mistakes he made, but Harry had to admit he wasn't half bad.

He could hear his teammates cheering them both on and smiled at their childish enthusiasm as the chant changed from "Go Captain!" to "Go Draco!" He spied the Snitch and knew the end of the game was near as he went for it.

Harry reached forward and was about to imprison the struggling Snitch within his determined palm but a blur of colour appeared across the corner of his eye.

Something dropped into his lap making the broom dip from the additional weight. It took him a moment to straighten the broom and discovered--to his amazement--the object was actually a person. He suddenly found himself with a lap full of Draco.

Harry quickly wrapped his arms around Draco's waist and pulled him back more securely against his chest, steering the broom lower until he could make a safe and unrushed landing.

Once his feet touched the ground, he could make out the yells from around him as the airborne players made their way to the ground to join them.

Draco's cheeks were flushed from the exertion, but he was smiling.

"You can let go of me now, Harry," Draco informed the man, glancing over his shoulder to look at the shocked Quidditch captain, but Harry made no move to loosen the grip around his middle.

"Harry, the match is over. I won," he lifted his arm in the air to show the man the trapped Snitch in his right palm.

"I don't think so," Harry contradicted. "You stole my Snitch but I caught you." He tightened his arms to emphasize his point. He finished with a smile, "So, technically, I win."

"Technically nothing, Potter. It's in my hand; I just used your body to get closer," Draco argued.

"Oh Merlin, you didn't say you were going to do that Draco!" Will hurried over with Draco's discarded broom. "You just told me to Accio your broom, but what if something had happened to you?" he questioned.

"That was crazy! You could have killed yourself!" Oliver yelled as he got closer.

"Nothing happened to me. He's the captain for a reason, right? And I did ask you how his reaction time was," Draco pointed out.

"Not for flinging yourself off your broom onto his in midair!"

"Oliver," Harry interjected, "I caught him. He's fine. Nothing broken or out of place," he reassured, removing his arms from Draco's waist to run them over his body for injuries.

"Don't ever do that again, Draco," Harry whispered softly into his ear, squeezing him tightly before releasing him and getting off the broom himself.

"Can you imagine? The things this man does just to try to beat me!" Harry said aloud for the benefit of their spectators.

"That was something else! You should have seen the Captain's face!" Mark told Draco, rushing up to slap him on the back in a show of congratulations.

Amongst the congratulating and amazed players, Draco didn't see Harry anymore or, for that matter, Oliver.

X x X X X x

Oliver followed Harry after he Apparated them out of the stadium. He had not said anything else, but Oliver thought he knew pretty well what the conversation was going to be about.

Harry suddenly ceased his fast strides and turned to face him.

"What was this morning all about?" he demanded.

"What do you mean?"

"Practicing with Draco?" he said, his face contorting into a skeptical expression.

"What about it?" Oliver replied.

"We're this close to the championship and you choose to slack off. What kind of practice could he give you that would sharpen your goal keeping skills?" Harry narrowed his emerald eyes in anger.

"Are you angry because I didn't practice seriously or because I played with Draco?" Oliver threw back at him.

"What?" Harry asked in disbelief.

"You're acting more like a jealous lover than a concerned captain."

"Being jealous would mean I cared."

"C'mon, Harry! I saw the way you held onto him when he pulled that move back there. You were probably terrified out of your mind."

"Just get it together. After this break you'll practice with us," Harry said, finally getting ready to Apparate back.

"He's not like Marietta or any of the others you've been with, Harry."

Harry glared disbelievingly at Oliver.

"He's not using you for your fame or to make an ex-boyfriend jealous."

"What do you know about it?" Harry asked in a deceptively calm voice.

"I know that I approached him and he couldn't have been less interested in what I had to say and was more involved in watching you play. This might be the best thing that ever happened to you, and as a friend I'm telling you not to screw it up before it even gets started."

X x X x

"You'll be introducing them into society as marriage partners before we dine. Is your speech ready?" Narcissa asked the father of her son coolly.

Grey eyes looked back at her over the long expanse of their dining table, which shown and reflected the lights above.
"I don't know why you let that foolish boy choose," Lucius complained, looking at her over the rim of his goblet.

"Why? Did you have a work associate you wanted to drop him with to further your position in the Ministry?" Narcissa smiled tightly.

"I love how you assume that I'm trying to use him when it's you that has kept him away from me to punish me," Lucius challenged her.

A house elf appeared at their table, exchanging the plates for desert as was customary, not looking at either person.

"He's not the right choice for Draco," Lucius stated with quiet anger.

"And why is that? Because he's not doing what you want him to do? Because nothing he does will ever be good enough for you? Not entering the Ministry in your footsteps? Not finding a pureblooded marriage partner? What is wrong now?" Narcissa asked, gripping her own glass tightly in her manicured hands.

"Potter reminds me too much of myself," Lucius stated quietly.

Narcissa tried hard not to show any emotion as he spoke her fear aloud. She knew that already! But Draco wanted a chance to be loved by that man in return; what was there for her to do?

"But then again, Draco is very much like you, my dear, and look how happy we turned out." His smile was humourless as he threw back the contents of his goblet, satisfied at the burning sensation pouring down his throat.

A/N: sorry if Oliver seemed a little OOC . Hope it was okay
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