This update would've been quicker had I not been busy going from doctor to doctor trying to figure out what the fuck was wrong with me. Then I got prescribed on medicines that made me sleep almost throughout the day. So forgive me if this turns out sucky…

Disclaimed.


Harry didn't understand why he liked (and sought) Draco's company that much Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that the people he worked with were double his age and had been his teachers once. So it was nice to have someone to talk to without acting like a student…or a teacher.

He was making his way down to dinner when a group of students hurried past him, one of them supporting a very disoriented student. Sensing trouble, Harry went with them.

"What happened?" Harry asked.

"Got hit by some curse…" was the distracted reply of one student "Should've known better with the match coming up."

Harry frowned but he couldn't ponder much on it because there was a steady stream of blood pouring out of the boy's nose now.

Draco knew something was amiss when he came to Harry's office that evening, Harry had this sharp, calculating look in his eyes.

"Hey…" Draco said uncertainly, wondering if he should close the door behind him or keep it open just in case.

"When are we playing each other?" Harry tilted his head slightly, chin propped on clasped hands.

"Er…this coming Staurday…" Draco slowly pulled up the chair and sat down, "Is something wrong?"

"Yes, but I doubt if the same could be said about the Ravenclaw Chaser who got hit by a curse this afternoon…"

Draco kept his expression guarded, "Your point being?"

Harry leaned back, "Don't play innocent…you're playing Ravenclaw next! Of course, I can't prove anything…"

He continued when Draco didn't reply, "So lets see….if I win, you'll play fair."

Draco's brow furrowed, "What do you mean?"

"No more cursing other players…or other foul means to win. You should trust your player's ability as their Captain."

"So you're accusing me of cheating?"

Harry didn't reply, simply met Draco's gaze levelly.

Eventually, Draco looked away, a pink tinge on his cheeks, "Fine…" he muttered.

"Excellent!" Harry beamed, "Now, we were on venoms…"


Blaise and Pansy were in Draco's room when he returned.

"Whats wrong?" Blaise asked, "You look…weird."

Draco abruptly sat down on the edge of the bed, "I've done something really stupid."

"And I presume it involves Potter." Blaise rolled his eyes.

"Oh, shut up Blaise, "Pansy snapped, she went and sat down next to Draco, "What happened?"

Draco haltingly explained his predicament.

Blaise whistled softly, "In case you lose, what do you plan on telling the rest of the house?"

Draco looked at Blaise, half pleading, half glaring and some bits of misery.

"Well, win then!" Blaise said and he sounded annoyed, "You don't have to keep up your end of the deal anyway. Oh no wait, its Harry Potter…how can you disappoint him!"

"Blaise!" Pansy interjected while Draco looked stunned, "What's wrong with you?"

"Me?" Blaise stood up angrily, "What's wrong with him? He's going against everything we've done for the past seven years! All for one fucking teacher! He's ruining his own reputation! You're kissing his arse- oh no wait, you have other plans with it-"

A bright flash of light, a bang and Blaise had flown backwards into the wall while Draco was on his feet, wand aloft.

Pansy swore, "You two-"

"You're unbelievable, Blaise." Draco said icily, but his voice shook slightly, "Get out. Now."

Blaise looked like he had half a mind to cast a curse at Draco, but then he stowed his wand back inside and stomped out of the room, banging the door behind him.

Pansy looked at Draco helplessly.

"Merlin help me…" Draco ran a frustrated hand through his hair.

"Oh I doubt even he could, Draco…"

Draco and Blaise ignored each other next day on. Slytherin won against Ravenclaw, but Draco was in no mood to celebrate. And since none of them was willing to make any amends, it didn't seem like matters would improve anytime soon.


It was snowing lightly when Draco made his way to the Quidditch pitch on Saturday evening. It had been three days since he and Blaise had fought, but he had decided that he was not going to let that affect his match with Harry.

"You wanna play in this weather?" Harry was already present there, making patterns in the snow with his broomstick.

"You scared of a little snow?" Draco smirked at him.

Harry laughed, "Okay then!" He pulled out a golden snitch from his pocket and raised his hand and released it, "Mount your broom. And….go!"

Draco shot off. The cold air hit him and he shivered, but he didn't let that deter him. He had to get that snitch first.

Harry rose and circled around the pitch. It felt great to be back in the air. Flying for him was always a liberating experience.

Draco glanced at Harry and inhaled sharply, the guy seemed to be in another world altogether. His eyes were more focused and his movements were the epitome of elegance. He seemed to glide through the air with superior ease. Draco found himself following his movements and he quickly snapped himself out of it. He had a snitch to find.

It was a very evasive snitch considering none of them had even glimpsed it after around twenty minutes. It was starting to snow more heavily now, compromising their vision.

Draco rose higher and gazed around. Harry was at the other end of the pitch, his gaze went downwards, to the centre of the pitch, near the ground-there!

Draco flattened himself on the broom, arm extended, searing through the air, he was parallel to the ground now, the snitch was in front of him and Harry was coming at it from the other end.

"UF!" The wind was knocked out of Draco, his fingers curled around something, the world was spinning and he was lying on the ground, half buried in snow. Draco blinked blearily, two bright green orbs were staring back at him.

Harry Potter was lying on top of him.

The orbs blinked, "Ow…are- are you okay?"

Harry's breath ghosted across Draco's face, "Wha-" Draco blinked again, "'M fine…"

He noticed that his right hand was interlocked with Harry's, with the snitch making feeble attempts at flying away from between them.

"Oh…we caught it at the same time…" Draco said thickly.

"Huh?" Harry looked at his hand, "Oh yeah…" he chuckled.

"Erm…" Draco could feel Harry's heart hammering against his chest and a faint blush crept across his cheeks, "Harry…"

"Oh sorry," Harry went slightly pink himself, as he stood up and helped Draco to his feet, well their hands were clasped anyway. He shivered, "It was warmer that way…" he muttered.

Draco let go of the snitch, "Flesh memory…" he said, pretending to ignore the later statement.

Harry nodded, "Lets go back to the castle though, I'm freezing."

"I'm the one you half buried into the ground, "grumbled Draco.

"Scared of a little snow? Harry mimicked and Draco punched him on the arm, "Ow! That hurt."

"You deserved it."

"Did I now?"

Their banter continued all the way to the castle and till Harry's office.

Harry pointed his wand at the fireplace to start a nice roaring fire. Draco sat down on the couch in front of it, warming his hands. Harry came and handed him a bottle of butterbeer, and sat down himself.

"Right…so lets see who won," Harry tapped the snitch with his wand and let it go. It hovered in the air between them, neither going to Harry nor Draco.

"It's a draw," Draco said, amused and relieved at the same time.

"Yep, a draw it is." Harry pocketed the snitch, taking a long sip of his butterbeer in the process, "What were the odds of that…"

There were a few minutes of comfortable silence after that, wherein Draco tried not to pay attention to the fact that their shoulders were touching.

"Well, will you continue with the whole cheating thing then?"

Damn Potter for ruining everything.

"Its not that I'm the one responsible for that. Its been happening from since before I got here. We just carry on being Slytherins," Draco couldn't believe he was justifying himself, "I can't just go against that…"

Harry pondered on that for a while, "Hmm…I guess you're right. Y'know, you're not too bad for a Slytherin."

"I dunno whether to take that as a complement or an insult!"

Harry grinned, "I'm kinda glad I took this job now…so cheers to that!"

Draco smiled back, "Cheers."

And they clinked their bottles together.


Urgh…I'll try and make some amends to make it better later on.

A BIG thanks to Flanclanman for the 'catching the snitch together' part. :)

Coming up is Christmas and Blaise acting like a complete jackass!

Review to make me actually write that part out… -sweatdrop-