Chapter 2
The game
Warning, this is slash. Don't like it, don't read it!
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It was with a heavy heart that Harry left the Slytherin's dungeons. He had tried to leave several times but had been...detained. Malfoys, apparently, had a hard time letting go. But Harry had, finally, slipped the invisibility cloak over his head and left for Gryffindor tower.
As he walked through the halls, he noticed that people were already up and about. He had stayed longer than he should have. He started to hurry, nervous about the amount of people in the halls. When he got to the Fat Lady, out of breath and disheveled, he pulled off his cloak and muttered the password, Orange Switzerland. The Fat Lady swung open, and Harry gagged. He had discovered why so many Gryffindors were roaming the corridors.
The smell of Dungbombs wafted through the empty common room. Harry took a deep breath of the corridor's fresh air and sprinted through the room to the boy's dorms, holding his breath all the way.
After opening a window, Harry brushed his teeth and tried, to no avail, to calm his hair. He then rushed out of Gryffindor common room much the same way he had come.
He skipped going to the Great Hall and left straight for the quidditch pitch. He knew he couldn't avoid questions forever, but at least may delay them.
He pulled his cloak tightly around him and pushed open the huge front door. He stepped outside, where the wind seemed to blow right through him.
He hurried along to the pitch and ducked inside the locker rooms. With that wind, the game might not go as well as he'd hoped.
Harry pulled out his Firebolt and gazed lovingly at it. Last night had been so... amazing. Draco was just what Harry had thought he'd be... After a minute or two, Harry realized what he was doing, and shook himself out of it. Bloody Draco.
Harry smiled despite himself and pulled out his quidditch robes to change. He pulled off his shirt, and shivered in the cold. It really wasn't a good day for a game. What with the cold and the wind...
Then, warm arms wrapped around Harry's middle. A shiver ran down his back. He would've been alarmed, if it weren't for the distinct Draco smell—spices mixed with something Harry couldn't quite place.
Harry felt Draco's lips on his neck, and he leaned back into the embrace.
Sadly, the pair soon heard footsteps coming towards the locker rooms.
"Good luck Harry," Draco whispered into Harry's ear. "You'll need it."
Harry sighed when Draco left, and looked over his shoulder to see Draco strutting away.
Just when Draco had turned the corner that led to the Slytherin's changing rooms, the door burst open and Ron, Ginny and Katie Bell walked in. Katie, after Angelina's graduation, was the new captain. She was a lot easier on the team than either of the previous captains had been, but the team was still doing well.
"Time for my pep talk!" she announced grinning, after the rest of the team had filed in.
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"Mount your brooms! On my whistle!" Madam Hooch had to practically scream over the noise of the crowd and the wind.
Harry and Draco, as the seekers for the two teams, were already hovering above the rest of the teams. Harry looked up and saw that Draco was staring at him, eyes glittering.
Harry grinned, then winked. A shocked expression came over the blonde's face—he'd never seen Harry be so forward! The whistle blew, and Harry took off, leaving Draco, still confused, behind.
The game raged on for hours. Both teams had superb chasers, and it was neck and neck the whole time. Not that the seekers noticed.
Draco and Harry spent the whole time flirting. Yes, they developed a way to flirt in the midst of a quidditch game.
They raced around the quidditch pitch a few times, mostly with Harry in the lead. After he'd grown bored of it, Harry actually tried looking for the snitch. After thinking Katie's watch was the snitch—twice—Harry saw Draco dive out of the corner of his eye.
As quickly as he could, Harry did an about face and dove after Draco. He didn't see the snitch, but if he just followed Draco...
Draco slowly pulled out of the dive, his feet touching the grass. He turned and smirked at Harry. Harry could have kicked himself. Of course he'd never seen the snitch—Harry had always had the better eyes for spotting it.
And then he really did see it. It was underneath the teacher's box. Harry took off towards the stands. Draco, thinking Harry was just trying to get him back, didn't follow, slowly rising and shaking his head.
Harry neared the teacher's box, reached out and clasped his hand around the struggling snitch. Then he crashed right into the base of the stands. Fortunately, after Draco's false dive, Harry wasn't that high off the ground. He, and his broom, only fell about five feet before hitting the ground. Unfortunately, the crash knocked him out.
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Harry awoke in the hospital wing. Why did he always get hurt in quidditch matches?
Though his vision was blurry without his glasses, Harry could see two groups of people—one small group standing rather close together and whispering. The other—well, it wasn't really a group; it was only one person—was simply sitting there. This person, Harry noticed, was sitting as close to Harry as he/she possibly could without being near the other group. Draco.
Harry rolled onto his side and fumbled around for his glasses. The sudden movement caught everyone in the room's attention, and everyone zoomed in around Harry.
In this corner, Harry thought, once he had on his glasses and could see straight, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. In the other corner, Draco Malfoy.
"Harry! You're awake!" Hermione squealed, stating the obvious. Draco snorted.
Ignoring Draco, Ron said, "Yeah, you've been asleep for hours mate."
Ginny leaned down and spoke quietly. "We don't know why he's here—we couldn't keep him out!"
Harry glanced at Draco to gauge his reaction. His face was carefully blank.
"No, its OK. I want him to be here." Harry said softly, smiling at Draco.
To everyone's surprise, The Slytherin smiled back.
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A/N—well, there you go. I actually wrote a second chapter to something. Woo! I think this is probably the end, but I said that last time, didn't I? As always, please review!
The game
Warning, this is slash. Don't like it, don't read it!
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It was with a heavy heart that Harry left the Slytherin's dungeons. He had tried to leave several times but had been...detained. Malfoys, apparently, had a hard time letting go. But Harry had, finally, slipped the invisibility cloak over his head and left for Gryffindor tower.
As he walked through the halls, he noticed that people were already up and about. He had stayed longer than he should have. He started to hurry, nervous about the amount of people in the halls. When he got to the Fat Lady, out of breath and disheveled, he pulled off his cloak and muttered the password, Orange Switzerland. The Fat Lady swung open, and Harry gagged. He had discovered why so many Gryffindors were roaming the corridors.
The smell of Dungbombs wafted through the empty common room. Harry took a deep breath of the corridor's fresh air and sprinted through the room to the boy's dorms, holding his breath all the way.
After opening a window, Harry brushed his teeth and tried, to no avail, to calm his hair. He then rushed out of Gryffindor common room much the same way he had come.
He skipped going to the Great Hall and left straight for the quidditch pitch. He knew he couldn't avoid questions forever, but at least may delay them.
He pulled his cloak tightly around him and pushed open the huge front door. He stepped outside, where the wind seemed to blow right through him.
He hurried along to the pitch and ducked inside the locker rooms. With that wind, the game might not go as well as he'd hoped.
Harry pulled out his Firebolt and gazed lovingly at it. Last night had been so... amazing. Draco was just what Harry had thought he'd be... After a minute or two, Harry realized what he was doing, and shook himself out of it. Bloody Draco.
Harry smiled despite himself and pulled out his quidditch robes to change. He pulled off his shirt, and shivered in the cold. It really wasn't a good day for a game. What with the cold and the wind...
Then, warm arms wrapped around Harry's middle. A shiver ran down his back. He would've been alarmed, if it weren't for the distinct Draco smell—spices mixed with something Harry couldn't quite place.
Harry felt Draco's lips on his neck, and he leaned back into the embrace.
Sadly, the pair soon heard footsteps coming towards the locker rooms.
"Good luck Harry," Draco whispered into Harry's ear. "You'll need it."
Harry sighed when Draco left, and looked over his shoulder to see Draco strutting away.
Just when Draco had turned the corner that led to the Slytherin's changing rooms, the door burst open and Ron, Ginny and Katie Bell walked in. Katie, after Angelina's graduation, was the new captain. She was a lot easier on the team than either of the previous captains had been, but the team was still doing well.
"Time for my pep talk!" she announced grinning, after the rest of the team had filed in.
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"Mount your brooms! On my whistle!" Madam Hooch had to practically scream over the noise of the crowd and the wind.
Harry and Draco, as the seekers for the two teams, were already hovering above the rest of the teams. Harry looked up and saw that Draco was staring at him, eyes glittering.
Harry grinned, then winked. A shocked expression came over the blonde's face—he'd never seen Harry be so forward! The whistle blew, and Harry took off, leaving Draco, still confused, behind.
The game raged on for hours. Both teams had superb chasers, and it was neck and neck the whole time. Not that the seekers noticed.
Draco and Harry spent the whole time flirting. Yes, they developed a way to flirt in the midst of a quidditch game.
They raced around the quidditch pitch a few times, mostly with Harry in the lead. After he'd grown bored of it, Harry actually tried looking for the snitch. After thinking Katie's watch was the snitch—twice—Harry saw Draco dive out of the corner of his eye.
As quickly as he could, Harry did an about face and dove after Draco. He didn't see the snitch, but if he just followed Draco...
Draco slowly pulled out of the dive, his feet touching the grass. He turned and smirked at Harry. Harry could have kicked himself. Of course he'd never seen the snitch—Harry had always had the better eyes for spotting it.
And then he really did see it. It was underneath the teacher's box. Harry took off towards the stands. Draco, thinking Harry was just trying to get him back, didn't follow, slowly rising and shaking his head.
Harry neared the teacher's box, reached out and clasped his hand around the struggling snitch. Then he crashed right into the base of the stands. Fortunately, after Draco's false dive, Harry wasn't that high off the ground. He, and his broom, only fell about five feet before hitting the ground. Unfortunately, the crash knocked him out.
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Harry awoke in the hospital wing. Why did he always get hurt in quidditch matches?
Though his vision was blurry without his glasses, Harry could see two groups of people—one small group standing rather close together and whispering. The other—well, it wasn't really a group; it was only one person—was simply sitting there. This person, Harry noticed, was sitting as close to Harry as he/she possibly could without being near the other group. Draco.
Harry rolled onto his side and fumbled around for his glasses. The sudden movement caught everyone in the room's attention, and everyone zoomed in around Harry.
In this corner, Harry thought, once he had on his glasses and could see straight, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. In the other corner, Draco Malfoy.
"Harry! You're awake!" Hermione squealed, stating the obvious. Draco snorted.
Ignoring Draco, Ron said, "Yeah, you've been asleep for hours mate."
Ginny leaned down and spoke quietly. "We don't know why he's here—we couldn't keep him out!"
Harry glanced at Draco to gauge his reaction. His face was carefully blank.
"No, its OK. I want him to be here." Harry said softly, smiling at Draco.
To everyone's surprise, The Slytherin smiled back.
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A/N—well, there you go. I actually wrote a second chapter to something. Woo! I think this is probably the end, but I said that last time, didn't I? As always, please review!