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Draco let out a breath he'd subconsciously been holding.
"Phew…" weight shifted above him.
"What was that all about?" Draco heard Seamus ask.
"Nearly got caught after curfew again." Harry answered. He poked his head under the bed. "Come on out love, he's gone." Seamus chuckled as Draco crawled out.
"Have a nice time under there?"
"Riveting." Draco muttered, brushing dust out of his hair and sitting down next to Harry on his bed. By now, Dean was up as well.
"What's he doing in here?" Dean asked. There was no malice behind the question, he was just asking.
"Well we couldn't leave him to get caught. And he doesn't know the secret passageways like we do." Harry said, giving Draco a small smile. Draco snorted.
"Just because I'm not a night-time rule breaker." He muttered. Harry grinned.
"So are you three going to sleep?" Seamus asked.
"Nah. I'm wide awake!" Ron said, grinning. "What do you guys want to do?"
"Harry." Draco said innocently. Harry rolled his eyes. Seamus laughed. Ron looked like he was biting his tongue.
"How about we go for a fly?" Dean asked. "Or in my case, a hover? I'll show you my transformation!" Harry stared at the floor.
"I'd love to…" he muttered.
"Oh right…um…sorry…" Dean muttered. "Well I'd suggest Truth or Dare but…" he glanced at Seamus, who blushed and averted his eye contact as far from Harry as possible. "…That would go wrong."
"Yes." Draco said, his voice deadly calm. He was glaring at Seamus. Harry wrapped his arms tightly around Draco in a possessive way. Draco blinked, averting his gaze to look questioningly up at Harry. Harry just smiled at him, pulling the blonde into his lap. Dean chuckled.
"You two are just too cute together." He said. Harry grinned, but Draco just looked affronted.
"I am in no way 'cute'." He snapped.
"Oh yes you are." Harry whispered.
"How about Quidditch?" everyone turned to Ron. He was looking determinedly at Dean, away from Harry and Draco. "Not a real game. We don't have enough players. Just a small game. One keeper, two people on each team. No Seeker. I'll charm a piece of paper to keep score or something."
"But we'll get caught." Seamus said.
"We'll say we're training!"
"But we're not on the team." Dean said pointedly, gesturing between himself and Seamus.
"Well…say you're helping us train."
"Great!" Harry said, grinning. "I'm with Draco!"
So half an hour later, all five of them were down on the Quidditch pitch with brooms. Draco had his Nimbus 2001, Ron had a Nimbus 2000, Dean and Seamus had borrowed a couple of brooms from the locker rooms, and Harry had his famous Firebolt. It was going to be an experience for Harry to play as a chaser. To get into the action, as opposed to just watching like he usually did. And another thing added to the mix, was that this would be the first time ever that he'd worked along side with Draco, on the same team. Draco was having similar thoughts, only his were more self-conscious.
'What if I'm no good as a chaser? What if I let Harry down?' he shook his head, reminding himself that Harry was as new to this as he was. But then again, Golden Boy usually excelled at everything…
"Ok, so it's just 'score as much as possible' is it?" Seamus asked.
"Yeah." Harry said. He had a competitive smirk on his face that unnerved Dean and Seamus, and turned Draco on.
The action was pretty one sided. At the end of the first half hour, Harry and Draco had scored 120 points between them, and Dean and Seamus had scored 10. Harry and Draco seemed to work flawlessly with each other, using sneaky Slytherin manoeuvres combined with pure Gryffindor talent. Most of the goals were scored by Harry, because Draco was best with getting the quaffle away from Seamus and Dean. Harry had the best aim, so he waited at the centre of the pitch while Draco tried to get the quaffle. Then, he would fly alongside Draco until they were three quarters of the way to Ron. Draco would pass Harry the quaffle, and Harry would score every time. They changed over every now and then to keep their opposition guessing.
After an hour, Seamus had had enough.
"Ok! We quit! Stop pummelling us!" Harry grinned.
"Well you should try harder!" Draco flew up beside Harry, smirking at Dean and Seamus as they flew over. Harry beckoned Ron away from the goals.
"Well, Harry won that hands down!" Ron said, grinning at Harry.
"What about me?" Draco snapped. Ron raised a brow.
"You want my praise?" Draco shrugged, stating he wouldn't mind. "Fine, well done ferret boy." Draco scowled. Harry rolled his eyes, chuckling.
"You two are impossible." Ron grinned.
"And loving every minute of it." Harry laughed.
"Come on guys. Better get back before we're missed…more."
"I'll put the quaffle away!" Seamus said, flying down to the ground with it in his arms. Harry looked back at Ron. He was giving him a meaningful look, glancing at Draco and making a bottle shape with his hands. Harry frowned. Then it clicked.
"Oh…I'll ask later." Ron nodded. Draco darted his eyes between them.
"What's going on?" he asked suspiciously. Before Harry could answer, there was a swooshing noise and he was nearly knocked off his broom. He gasped, regaining balance. Looking up, he saw a bludger rocketing back towards them.
"Sorry!" Seamus yelled from the ground. He looked really guilty. He'd obviously set the bludger loose accidentally. Harry was about to snap at him when something- the bludger- rammed him from behind, a searing pain travelling up his back. He hissed in pain.
"Harry! Are you ok mate?" Ron asked. Harry looked up through tear filled eyes.
"I'm fine! Look out!" the bludger was obviously after blood. It was hurtling straight at Ron. The redhead gasped, frozen in shock. Draco flew up and aimed a kick straight at the offending ball. The bludger rebounded off. Draco swore loudly.
"That fucking hurt!" he cursed. Ron was staring at him.
"You saved my life!"
"Don't exaggerate Weasley." Was Draco's chosen reply. He was looking around for the bludger. In the near pitch black, it was really hard to see until it was too close for comfort. The swooshing noise came from behind Draco. The Slytherin turned just in time to see the bludger rocketing towards his stomach. Draco was flung backwards and off his broom. Harry gasped, lunging off his own in a desperate attempt to catch him. Ron grabbed him by his shirt and yanked him back.
"Don't be stupid! You can't fly!" Harry swore under his breath as Dean dived after Draco. Draco was dangerously close to the ground. Harry started tearing up in despair. But Dean took one final dive, grabbing Draco's arm mere meters away from the ground. Harry nearly fainted in relief, but was struck from behind again by the bludger. he doubled over in pain on his broom, nearly slipping off.
"Get down to the ground!" Ron said, starting to dive. "Come on!" Harry didn't hear. His whole body was convulsing with pain, his eyes closed trying to stop tears flowing. The last bludger had hit him in the exact same spot as before, and it felt like his back was broken.
'Where's your pride!' Harry's eyes flew open. The scenery had changed drastically. He was falling through the sky, but it was day time. It was sunny, and there were three birds flying happily around him, and cherry trees in full bloom below him. Something flew up to him, as fast as lightning. Once it had reached him, it started descending with him. 'It' was another Incandeche. A male with piercing red eyes and almost golden hair- the one from the book in the library. He was looking over Harry scathingly.
"Stop this! You're disgracing all Incandeche kind!" Harry blinked.
"I…I can't stop! I can't fly!"
"Nonsense!" the being snapped. He ripped the bandages off Harry's wing. "No mere Veela Halfling can injure an Incandeche!" he nodded. Harry just watched in fascination. This male was the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen. "Now fly!" Harry blinked.
He was back on the Quidditch pitch. He was suddenly filled with a burning desire to do what the amazingly handsome Incandeche had told him to. He outstretched his wings, amazed at the lack of pain in his left wing. He was still plummeting. He saw someone from the ground mount a broom and kick off to try and catch him.
'No! I have to do this on my own!' Harry thought, flapping his wings violently. He stopped dead and began to rise. The familiar free feeling entered his body as he flew up to search for the bludger, drawing a lightning bolt. He heard the telltale swoosh and threw the bolt straight into the night. There was a boom as it hit it's target, and pieces of bludger fell to the ground.
Harry landed back on the ground, four pairs of eyes staring at him, with four identical thunderstruck expressions. Harry smirked.
"Hey guys." His eyes landed on Draco, who was clutching his stomach and limping slightly. "Are you ok?" Harry asked softly. Draco just nodded, not trusting himself to speak.
"What happened to you up there Harry?" Ron asked. "You just kinda…slipped off your broom and fell in slow motion…but then you opened your eyes and started falling really fast…and then…and then you flew! But your wing…wait…it's healed!" Harry stretched out his wings, grinning.
"It's like he said… No Veela Halfling can injure an Incandeche!" Ron frowned.
"Who said?" Harry blinked. He didn't know his man's name…but one word was screaming itself over and over in his head.
"Meravi."
"Erm…who's that?" a dreamy look clouded Harry's eyes.
"My saviour." Draco didn't trust the look in Harry's eyes. It was not unlike a love-sick puppy's.
"Your saviour?"
"He's a really incredible Incandeche. He saved me when I was falling. Meravi…Meravi Lioso." Harry spoke his full name like it was precious. Draco's eyes were nearly green with jealousy.
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