Title: Harry Potter's Lessons on PDA (Public Display of Affection)

Author: tranquil storm

Warnings: slash, mushiness, and a naughty Harry Potter. Necessary OOC-ness, for the whole point of the fic. This is pure fun, so can we not think about Voldie and Lucius for a while?

Disclaimer: I would love to own Draco and all HP characters, but alas, I am only a fan.

Summary: Harry seems to be amusing the public more often with his not-so-hidden affection towards a blonde Slytherin… and for once he is enjoying all the attention. Post-Voldemort. Slash; H/D.

A/N: hehe… this is my first HP slash fic, so if ever you are to review, please be gentle. I decided to input some more chappies, for the sake of the relentless D/H moments entering my biology exam drained mind… I thought this one up while trying to figure out how the Kreb Cycle works…

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Draco Malfoy slumped on his broom, and looked around the Quidditch field with lazy eyes.

"Found it yet?" he said dully as Harry Potter returned from his roundabout in the dim field.

"Nope" said the boy in question and Draco dropped his head in silent frustration.

A Quidditch game between Gryffindor and Slytherin had started eons ago, and the neither of the two seekers has found the Golden Snitch to date. The rest of the team had given up when they tied at 450 points each, and agreed that the winner will be decided when the Snitch is found.

As enjoyable as the game was, they really weren't very keen on playing after 12 hours of flying around and shooting really heavy balls in high hoops.

The two Seekers were still on their brooms flying around listlessly, as an audience full of yawning wizards and witches watched on with dissipating interest.

"Where the hell is it?!" Draco finally burst angrily as he stopped in mid-air "that blasted thing must've flown away to some place, any place other than this damn field!"

Harry smiled as Draco breathed heavily, cheeks turning a light shade of pink in his chagrin.

The bespectacled boy flew to his lover and when he was near enough, whispered "You know, you look really adorable when you're angry."

Draco turned to him with narrowed eyes and hissed, "I do not look adorable. And if you dare say that again I will definitely be angry, but will come nowhere close to adorable."

Harry chuckled and flew away, leaving Draco with an additional irritation as he did.

Draco 'hmphed' and spun away in the opposite direction, muttering something about his 'manliness' and stupid boyfriends who don't respect said 'manliness'.

The blonde watched jealously at the other players who were comfortably sitting on the grass, and muttered more things about useless teammates and really soft-looking grass.

"It does look really tempting to come down, doesn't it?" Harry commented as if they had been having a conversation previously.

Draco was not one to appreciate this and said, "Well, after having my arse perched on a broom for God knows how long, that would be very likely wouldn't it? And will you top sneaking up on people like that? I have this thing I'd like to refer to as personal space, you know."

"I only sneak up on you, and I can do whatever I want in this field. The air didn't exactly put up a special barrier around you that had your name on it." Harry said calmly as he flew closer.

Draco rolled his eyes and retorted, "The world you grew up in must have had no decency or anything of the same range as that, did it?"

"I'd like to think so. Then you wouldn't have to blame me for doing what I'm about to do"

Then Harry smiled that smile.

That smile that was Draco's cue to get away from Harry while he still can. That smile was Harry's way of saying, "I'm coming to get you. You can try to run away, but you know I'll catch you, so there really is no use in trying".

Harry's previous words really weren't really necessary because he had already put on that smile.

Draco shifted his broom away from Harry with the cautiousness of a man in danger of being bitten by a snake. Slowly, as to not to break into a chase.

"I'll go look for the Snitch." Draco said urgently when Harry moved closer, all signs of anger converted to panic.

"Do you know how hard it is to be in the same airspace as you are, and not be able to touch you?" Harry said with that smile, paying no heed to Draco's prior statement.

"Actually, I don't. Not all of us are horny Seekers who seek more than they're supposed to." Draco said coolly, though he edged a bit farther from his opponent.

Harry chuckled. "Good one"

"Thank you."

"It won't change the inevitable though. I'm still going to come for you."

"This is a large field, Harry. You could go on chasing me for hours."

"I'm not tired."

"Me neither. So don't expect me to just fall into your arms."

"I have a Firebolt"

"So?"

Harry smiled. "It's a fast broom. I also have this tiny thing called determination in addition to that. With those, it isn't impossible for you to 'just fall into my arms'."

"Dream on"

And in two seconds Draco had zoomed off with Harry tailing not very far behind. The audience restored their enthusiasm as the two became mere blurs in the field.

Draco smiled as the air rushed past him. Harry was definitely dreaming if he thought that he could—

"The Snitch!"

Okay, so it was either Draco was really stupid or Harry had a hidden talent for acting and extremely convincing voice alteration. Draco would have liked to believe it was the latter, because of his pride that put the highest mountain to shame, and all.

But either way, the result was the same.

The moment the words reached Draco's ears, he automatically sped to where Harry was racing toward.

And the very second his broom touched the earth, he stumbled in a manner with as less grace as possible. He could have tried to not fall onto the grass, and was rather thankful when something prevented his face from kissing the green things, and held on tightly to whatever he could. It all happened so fast that his mind went temporarily blank.

"What the hell?" Draco had said before he realized his stupid, stupid, stupid mistake.

Why would Harry share the knowledge of where the Snitch was?

Of course, all Harry wanted was to get him at an arm's length and the opportunity for a snog session.

Oh crap.

Draco averted his eyes from the green things only to find Harry Potter's face a foot away, and then he realized something that made him want to perform the Avada Kedavra curse on himself.

He was caught about the waist by the other boy's arm, with his own hands clinging on to the red robes.

You could describe it as that, or you could say that Draco Malfoy fell into Harry Potter's arms.

Draco let go of the cloth and fidgeted with all his fidgeting power. Harry struggled to keep Draco from getting away. Draco cursed and Harry merely smiled.

All that movement made the couple fall onto dewy grass.

The green-eyed boy was on top of a highly disoriented Draco, his knees on either side of the

Slytherin's waist and his hands trapping the blonde head.

"Get off me—"

"No."

"Get off—"

Harry's lips came crashing down. Draco sagged and squirmed and sighed and eventually melted into the kiss, just like Harry knew he would.

He even started to close his eyes, but not before a flash of gold came to view. His eyelids shot open and when he looked above Harry's head he could have laughed.

He could have, if the boy on top of him wasn't kissing him senseless.

So he just reached above Harry's raven head in daze and caught the Golden Snitch.

The stands went even wilder than they have when Harry tackled him, and the announcer seemed

to have realized what his job was when his voice declared "And Draco Malfoy has caught the

Snitch! That's one hundred and fifty more points to Slytherin who has officially won this match!"

Harry pulled away.

Draco expected him to say that he was a cheating bastard who didn't know what the word fairness meant, but what he received was another soft and chaste kiss on his pink lips.

And that smile, again.

"Congratulations."

And then he bent down lower to whisper in a rough voice that came out as nothing but seductive, "We should celebrate."

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