Quidditch

Draco was sat in the Gryffindor stands with Hermione, watching the Gryffindor-Hufflepuff Quidditch game unfold above.  Draco's green and silver scarf stood out massively from the crowd of red and gold, but the 'Gryffindor for Champions' flag he was waving united him with the group of spectators.  In fact, Draco was an even bigger supporter of the team – read: seeker – than most, indicated by the 'I ride Harry Potter's broom' banner he had charmed to hover above his head.

"Malfoy."

"Granger."

"Is that banner really necessary?"

"Entirely."

The scarlet clad seventh year seeker flew over the Gryffindor stands, grinning unashamedly at the advertisement and at the blond Slytherin below it.

"And the Hufflepuff team captain, Ernie Macmillan, has called for a time out at this early stage of the game.  A huge change in strategy should be on the agenda if Hufflepuff are to stand any chance at all of equalising against Gryffindor's amazing 80 point lead."

Draco squinted through Harry's omnioculars at the huddle of red robes on the pitch below, eyes trained on his boyfriends rear.  Salazar, Quidditch robes were damn flattering.

Two minutes later, the Bo's'un's Pipe was blown by Madame Hooch once more and the game resumed.  Yet the outcome had already been decided.  Harry shot upwards and his hand had clasped the golden sphere before the Hufflepuff seeker, Hannah Abbot, had even noticed its presence.

Dean Thomas, his commentary drowned out by the cheers from the stands, abandoned his magical megaphone and jumped up and down on the spot alongside Seamus Finnegan, both boys waving their arms madly in the air.

Harry glided to a smooth stop in front of Draco and held out his free hand.  Draco grabbed the hand and, joining Harry on the broomstick in tandem, snatched the banner out of the air and attached it to the rear of Harry's broom.

Together, the couple flew a victory lap of the Quidditch pitch; behind them the banner fluttered its silent innuendo in the breeze.