Draco's PoV:

A half an hour passed and both Draco and Potter hadn't even gotten close to catching the Snitch. They weren't trying to neglect Quidditch; they were just fixated on other things.

Or in other words, each other.

Draco was secretly stealing glances at Potter and Potter was not-so-secretly stealing glances at him. Draco probably noticed at least half of the other boy's looks. He was sneaky enough so Potter, hopefully, didn't recognize that Draco was watching him too.

Today had been odd. Draco was expecting Potter to inform him that he would join him or Quidditch, giving Draco that same determined and heated look that always gave Draco an increased desire to win.

Instead he had been glared at, and worse, ignored. Draco had always, always hated it when Harry Potter ignored him. That was part of the reason why he always messed with him. However, Potter had stopped ignoring him years ago. Yet suddenly Potter was genuinely mad at him, and Draco had no idea why.

He had racked his brain, trying to figure out what he had done in the last few hours that could have pissed the Gryffindor off. But Draco had found nothing. In fact, as far as he could see, he had actually been nicer than usual. He couldn't remember the last time he had used that word on Granger or anyone else. Draco hadn't even tripped any Hufflepuffs recently.

It was horrible. Potter wouldn't speak to him, and Draco actually cared.

Throughout all of Transfiguration Potter ignored him. Draco couldn't say a word unless he wanted to worsen his reputation with McGonagall. The professor was eyeing him specifically as she prattled on about tails. She would give him detention the moment he opened his mouth, he was sure.

Then Draco had suffered through the rest of the day; curious, worried and confused. And that was stupid because it was Potter and Draco had been trying to get rid of him and his stupid questions for weeks now. The concerned thoughts he was having about the Chosen One only increased his confusion and annoyance.

Still, he had made his way down to the Quidditch Pitch, worried and anxious. He had lain in the grass for ten minutes, wishing with all his heart that Potter would come. Draco had hoped that some part of him didn't want to be near the brunette, but he could at least be honest with himself. When Potter had finally come out of the changing rooms, dressed and ready to play, Draco had been relieved and happy to see him.

Potter had easily lightened the mood and so they had started their third one-on-one match.

Thirty minutes in and Draco still couldn't take his eyes off Potter, and not in a watchful way at all. Maybe it was the way the sun was setting or the change of atmosphere or the lack of angry tension that flittered between them, but Potter looked better than Draco remembered.

It wasn't as if it was a new thing for him; being attracted to boys. In fact he was pretty sure he only found boys attractive. Various flings with Pansy and some other Slytherin girls had clued him in. Marcus Flint and a couple Muggle boys over the summer confirmed it. But Draco still had to get married and produce a pureblood heir, so he couldn't exactly come out.

Draco had never appreciated Potter before. Maybe at some point he had registered that Potter had a nice arse, but now he couldn't stop starring.

Potter with a broom between his legs was sexy. His hair no longer seemed to be an unkempt mess. It more looked like he had styled it into a ruffled, rebellious, just-had-sex look. And he was fit. Very fit, from what the Gryffindor's tight clothes were saying. One had to be pretty fit to play Quidditch, and Draco could easily see the muscles in Potter's arms, chest and legs; covered, unfortunately. It was as if Potter was teasing him, showing off a bit of skin with his rolled up sleeves, but not showing near enough.

But his eyes.

Whenever their gazes locked while in the air Draco was startled by how bright and beautiful they were. He was starting to think that he had been slipped another love potion.

Except Potter was looking at him too, and in a rather lustful way from what Draco could see.

They would fly lazily around the Pitch, watching one another, completely ignoring the Snitch. Draco had no idea where the speedy gold ball was.

Rather than a flash of gold, Draco noticed a speck of emerald green in his peripheral. He looked away from Potter and noticed the group of newly-arriving students. Below him, walking toward the center of the Pitch, was Pansy, Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle.

Quickly Draco turned to look across the field, reaching a speed that he would have been at had he been searching for the Snitch the past forty minutes. He saw Potter drawing close to him, so he sped up even more and rammed into the brunette.

It wasn't amusing to see Potter lose his balance on his broom and spin away from him. Not near as amusing as it might have been a couple weeks ago. Draco hadn't wanted to harm Potter, and he tried to ignore the whoosh of relief he felt when Potter straightened up. Instead of comforting the Gryffindor, he forced out a laugh. "Hang on tight, Potter, that's the only thing you're good for!"

A vision of Potter holding his robes tightly as Draco fucked him made Draco regret his statement even more. He didn't need to get horny when the Slytherins were near.

Draco flew away from the other boy and noticed Blaise waving him down.

He floated toward the ground, hiding his annoyance with a lazy smirk. "I see you're flirting with Potter again." Blaise called out the moment Draco was in range. He rolled his eyes, clenching his fists in an inconspicuous manner. He turned his broom awkwardly in the moment and landed messier than necessary.

"On the contrary, Potter seems to believe our last match wasn't 'fair'." Draco swung off of his Nimbus Two Thousand and One, stretching as he stood in front of his friends.

"When does a Slytherin care about fair?" Blaise countered.

Draco closed his eyes and turned away; stupid suspicious and horribly correct Blaise.

"Dray, are you coming to the party?" Pansy asked out of the blue. Draco was then reminded of the others, and how he was stuck with the most annoying girls in his House. Daphne was a close second.

"Party?" He asked, hoping it wasn't another pureblood ball where he would to politely tolerate boring, rich people who wanted to hook him up with their daughter, or worse, daughters. "The one Professor Lupin is throwing in the Great Hall." Pansy told him. Draco suddenly remembered the announcement. There wasn't any real reason for the celebration, Hogwarts and its staff just wanted to do something fun for the older students, apparently. "Probably." Draco replied after a minute. He needed to be considered a good student by every teacher in order to excel, and McGonagall and Lupin were the last two on his list.

Suddenly Potter flew in front of him, whipping his hair around. Draco sputtered and patted his hair back down. Potter smirked, "Are we doing this, Malfoy, or can I assume that you forfeit?"

"Never, Potter!" Draco snarled. He walked over to his broom and gripped it tight, glaring at Potter as he flew around tauntingly above him. "Later Blaise." He muttered, not even bothering to look at the black-skinned boy as he swung onto his broom and flew after Potter.

Below him Blaise shook his head knowingly and followed his friends back to the Slytherin dorms.

Another twenty minutes passed before the Snitch was caught.

After a round of chasing each other around the field they had started hunting for the Snitch. It had ended up in Potter's blind spot when Draco had grabbed it, giving a whoop of victory.

Draco was more humble about his win this time, and he wasn't sure why. Just like he wasn't sure why he was watching Potter out of the corner of his eye, or why he was laughing at the Gryffindor's corny jokes.

They walked toward their house changing rooms, both resigned and tired. Draco peeled off his sweaty Quidditch robes and changed before putting away the Snitch in its designated box.

When he emerged Potter was waiting for him.

The brunette looked nervous. "You know, Malfoy…you were civil until your friends came over." He muttered as he passed. Draco stopped walking and turned to look at Potter over his shoulder. This did not look good. "And?" He snapped. "Well…is it possible that…that it's all an act?" Potter asked, hesitant, twirling a thread from his robes between his fingers. Draco grimaced and clenched his fists. Always Potter with his questions. He could never leave alone and let him have a stress-free time. "What, Potter? You mean my actions? You mean everything I was told to do since the day I could comprehend it? Stop trying to define everything I'm doing, I'm not a charity case!"

Draco finished and spun around, leaving with a dramatic huff, a cloud of dust floating up behind him.

Note: I can't believe I got in two chapters in one week, but I wrote for awhile since I haven't posted in awhile. Thank you so much for all the likes and comments and follows! Enjoy ^^