Warnings and notes: This is a slash fic, which means that it involves two guys having strong feelings for one another. This is your only warning; so if you do not like reading about two men in love, then don't read. Go read some other fic. Do not harass the author, please. And there is some strong language in here!
Note that this is my first Harry Potter story. I am not new to the Yaoi/slash concept, and I have written many fics for the Gundam Wing universe (and been writing GW fics for over two years!).
Harry/Draco snogging in here!! And some Ron/Hermione kissage as well. There is also a rather intense Quidditch match in this chapter. Umm... I think that 's it.
Contents: This fic will contain Slash, sap, drama, angst, adventure (let's hope), and some possible lime, depending on my muse.
Pairings: Draco/Harry, Ron/Hermione (others?)
Year: 6th
Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of these characters! J.K. Rowlings is the wonderful person who does, and I wish her luck with her next book.
Other notes for this chapter:
Quidditch players for Gryffindor: Keeper-Ginny, Chasers-Lavender, Seamus, Dean; Beaters-Ron & Neville, Seeker & Captain-Harry
Slytherin players: Keeper -Goyle, Chasers - Pansy, Blaise & ? –Beaters - Millicent & Crabbe, Seeker & captain-Draco
Make note that this was written way before book 5 came out. I don't feel like changing it, because certain things happen in here that is hard to undo and such. So, let's just say that Ron decided to play as the Chaser now, and Ginny took Ron's place. ^_^
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Love Is In The Air
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It was the day of the game. The bleachers were filled to the max for this event. Gryffindor versus Slytherin had always been the most popular and entertaining of matches. Many believed that Harry Potter had started the whole intense competition, but others had thought that the two Houses were always out for each other's blood. Fred and George were there in the stands as well, cheering their team on.
The players took their positions and waited for Madame Hooch to arrive on the field. The Quidditch Chasers all glared at one another as Hooch finally walked up to the giant chest containing the balls.
"Remember to keep it clean," Hooch announced, although she knew it was pointless to say, and then kicked open the chest. The Snitch and the two Bludgers immediately took flight. Harry watched as the golden winged ball seemed to almost dance in the air, as if taunting the two Seekers. He noticed that Malfoy also had his eye on it and was watching intensely. Harry knew, despite the way that Draco acted so protective and possessive last night, that he wanted to win this match no matter what. That gave Harry a sinking feeling in his gut.
Madame Hooch threw the Quaffle into the air and the Chasers went crazy. The first one to catch it was, surprisingly, Lavender Brown. She weaved and bobbed this way and that, barely avoiding a bludger. Ron raced closer to her and hit the black ball away, sending it toward one of the Slytherin Chasers. Crabbe had suddenly appeared and hit the bludger away, and it sailed off to the side of the pitch.
Lavender was being pursued by Pansy and Blaise, both aiming to take her out. Before either of them could, however, she reeled up and tossed the Quaffle at one of the three hoops. Unfortunately, for the Slytherins, Goyle was too busy picking at his nose to notice that the Quaffle had just cruised by his head and through the hoop.
"You idiot!" Draco shouted. "Pay attention!" Not only was Draco the Seeker of the team, he was also the captain. And right now, the captain of the Gryffindors was looking for a sight of the Snitch.
"Sorry captain." Goyle said, turning his eyes back to the game.
"Why do I put up with such morons?" Draco huffed.
Just then, he saw Potter do a nosedive. He growled to himself before he took off after the Gryffindor's Seeker.
"Watch it, Harry!" Ron shouted, "Malfoy's coming behind you!"
"Oh, stuff it, Weasley!" Crabbe sneered. "Let Potter defend himself. Besides, he's been playing Seeker without your help for five years."
Ron glared dangerously, "Next bludger I see I'm sending your way."
~*~
Harry *did* hear Ron's warning, but it didn't faze his stature a bit. He could just see the glint shining off of the golden snitch about three meters away. The distance was getting smaller and smaller by the second and he could already feel the tiny ball in the palm of his hand.
Moments later, a silver and green figure shot out from his side and rammed into his right side. He turned his head quickly and instantly saw blond hair and a cheeky grin.
"Malfoy." Harry narrowed his eyes.
Draco gave him a mock salute, "Potter."
Harry turned his head forward again, looking for the sight of the snitch. He spotted it almost instantly and so had Malfoy, it seemed. Together they raced closer to their goal, the gleaming ball was now just a few feet away.
Draco knew, almost dreadfully, that his Nimbus 2001 was no match for Harry's Firebolt, but he gave it all he got, just barely keeping up with his opponent.
When Draco saw Harry stretch his arm out and open his hand, he knew that it was now or never. Making sure nobody was watching, he veered his broom to the left, bumping his thigh against Potter's, and then grabbed hold of the end of the Firebolt with his hand. He pulled up slightly, just as he pulled his own broom up, and they watched as the snitch moved from straight in front of them to below. No one had noticed that foul.
Harry growled in frustration and toward Draco's direction. Draco smiled smugly and then they both looked down to get a glimpse at where the snitch had gone now.
It was still below them, to Harry's amazement. Just before either of them could dive after it, the snitch suddenly changed course and shot itself upward, right between Harry and Draco's broomsticks.
Harry shot a hand out just as Draco did to catch the elusive ball. When both began to cry in triumph, they instantly both gasped.
Little golden wings fluttered from between the palms of both Seekers' clasped, sweaty hands.
"Well, this is interesting." Draco drawled.
~*~
Ron groaned aloud as he moved towards Seamus to smack away another bludger aimed at him. This was getting ridiculous to say the least. Both Crabbe and Bulstrode, the Slytherin Beaters, seemed to have come up with a sadistic plan to hit all the bludgers toward whoever had the quaffle, and continue to do so until one hit their target. To say that Ron was upset was an understatement.
Seamus sped away when Ron had hit the bludger back at the other two Beaters, hoping that that would get it through their heads that he wasn't appreciating this little game of theirs. Millicent laughed boisterously before she flew over to where another bludger was coming from and she swung at it, hitting it toward the Gryffindor's newest member and novice player, Neville.
"Neville! Bludger coming at you!" Ron warned.
Ron was expecting Neville to take out his bat and try to hit it back, but instead he maneuvered his broomstick over and the bludger just barely missed the back end of his broom's bristles.
"Get your bat ready, Neville! Crabbe and Bulstrode are starting to get real nasty."
Shakingly, Neville took out his bat and then quickly grabbed onto the front of his broomstick again. Ron noticed that he was shaking badly and his knuckles were turning white. "I'm sorry, Ron." He whispered. "I don't think — I don't think I'm cut out for this."
"You just need more practice. Come on, let's go make sure that those two aren't hitting any bludgers at our mates, huh?"
Neville nodded, "Ok." And together they looked around to see what the other two Beaters were doing.
It was just as Ron had feared. Bulstrode had just hit a bludger in the Keeper's direction. Ron's eyes widened in horror. Before Neville could say anything, Ron shot his broom in the Keeper's direction as fast as he could go.
The Keeper, who was Ginny, screamed as she saw the bludger coming towards her.
Ron shot right in front of his sister and swung his bat at the bludger, which was only about a foot away. He was able to hit it out of the way, but he had swung his bat wrong and the impact of the hit had sent a very sharp pain through his hand and wrist. Ron screamed out in agony and lost control of the broom as it hurdled down to the ground. He couldn't move his wrist or his fingers.
"Ron!" Ginny cried. Neville instantly moved over to the Keeper's side and positioned his bat. He didn't wish to leave Ginny unprotected. He knew that Ron would approve of his action.
~*~
Harry and Draco were too busy staring at their clasped hands to have noticed what was going on with the other players.
"What now?" Harry asked. "Hooch will be here soon and see us."
Draco looked around and saw that Hooch had landed somewhere at the end of the Gryffindor's side of the pitch. It looked like someone had been taken out, but he couldn't tell who it was. All he saw was the red and gold colors on the uniform and he was relieved to know that it wasn't one of his teammates.
Draco looked back at Harry and smirked, "Let's make a deal."
Harry narrowed his eyes. "What kind of deal?"
"I will let you have the snitch if . . ."
"If what?"
Draco smiled, as nice as he could, "If you finish what we started last night. If you give me a kiss."
Harry gasped. He had no idea that Malfoy would ever bring that up, considering how Harry wasn't sure what Malfoy's motivations were. He had been dreaming of completing that kiss last night, surprisingly wanting it to happen. He only wanted to tease Malfoy, to get him sexually frustrated, and then back away. But when he started teasing, he ended up teasing himself.
Before Harry could speak his mind, Draco intervened. "It has to be a very nice one. No quick little peck, it has to be on the lips, and it has to be passionate." He wiggled his eyebrows. He knew that Harry yearned for him from the way he had touched Harry in the locker room.
"That's pretty demanding," Harry said. "But won't everyone see?"
"Yes, good point. That's why I was about to say that we have to fly up as high as we can so that they can't see us."
"But a lot of people have binoculars. And some of those binoculars are pretty powerful and can see for miles."
Draco waved a finger, "Tut, tut, Harry. Have you not noticed that their attention right now is elsewhere? They won't even notice us. Come on, follow me." Draco tugged lightly on the hand that was joined with Harry's, snitch still locked inside, and together they soared up as high as they could go and still breathe normally.
When they reached the appropriate height, Draco just stared at Harry, waiting for him to make his move.
"How will I know that you won't double cross me and steal the snitch when I'm busy kissing you?"
Draco laughed, and to Harry's ears, at the moment, it sounded incredibly adorable. "Trust me on this. You really have no other choice. Any time now, Hooch will find out where we went and come up here to see what's going on. Do you want her to catch us snogging, or wrestling for the snitch? Better make your move real quick, Lion, or you'll never get to have it."
Harry sighed, knowing that he really couldn't think of a way out of this. Oh, yes, he wanted that kiss to happen back in the locker room. He so desperately wanted to feel those strong looking lips over his and inhale the blonde's aroma, breath the air he breathed, taste the saliva that he produced . . . he wanted that and more, especially now.
"Ok," Harry said carefully. "It's a deal. I give you a kiss and you give me the snitch."
Draco smiled triumphantly. "That's a good boy. And then later, we discuss our date."
Harry sighed, "Isn't the kiss supposed to come *after* the date?"
"Don't make things more complicated than they already are, Lion. Just kiss me."
'He's so demanding!' Harry contemplated. He slumped his shoulders in defeat. He knew, any minute now, Hooch will be flying up here to see what was going on, and he would never get to kiss Malfoy, and Hooch would declare a draw. 'Yes, he's demanding, but he makes it so alluring. Damn him.'
Harry found himself leaning closer to his adversary, slowly closing his eyes along the way. He watched as Draco's eyes slowly slid shut as well before his world went black behind his eyelids. It wasn't too difficult to find those soft lips, for he could smell and feel Draco all around him. The blond had this certain musky, vanilla scent that drove his nostrils wild. He felt his heart beating faster the closer he got to Draco, his chest was heaving intensely and his trousers were feeling a size too small.
At first, the touch was very tentative and unsure. The very thin surface of the two lips just made contact, and then, Draco moved experimentally, not wishing to scare Harry away. Harry jolted but then leaned in a bit more into the kiss and finally felt Draco's lips pressed deeply into his.
The moment that their lips parted, a strong force flowed through them. Harry gasped softly as he felt a jolting exchange of sparks between their mouths. It was like they were sharing their magical energy, or feeling the strength in it. He moaned into the Slytherin's mouth uncontrollably, unable to resist the other Seeker's urge for more. He gave his all into that kiss, trying to show as much passion to the git as he could muster.
Draco hummed his approval of the endearing kiss, loving the feel of those Gryffindor lips firmly molded with his, and the feeling of their magical properties being shared. Slowly, and very reluctantly, he began to unlace his fingers from around Harry's, playing with his fingertips first, caressing them, before he moved his hand carefully away from Harry's. The snitch seemed to vibrate even more as their grip loosened. With his nimble fingers and thumb, Draco pulled down on Harry's fingers so that they were enclosed tightly around the golden ball. With as much inner strength as he could gather, Draco tightened his hand around Harry's fist, which had the snitch in its tight grip, and slowly pulled back from Harry's face.
Harry's cheeks were dark red, and his breath was coming out labored and harsh. Draco Malfoy had just given him his first guy kiss, and it was more mind-blowing than any game of Quidditch that he had ever played with the Slytherins. It didn't even compare to the sloppiness of his first kiss, or any other kiss he'd received. He felt so light that for a second he didn't think he needed his Firebolt to fly to the heavens.
"Draco . . ."
Malfoy tried to give Harry a reassuring smile as he whispered, "It's all yours—the snitch is yours. You won."
And before Harry could say anything, or think up anything to say to him, Draco had dropped from his position and headed for the field just as Hooch was starting to fly up to them.
When Hooch had finally got up to where Harry was, Harry was still looking completely out of it.
"What happened?" Hooch asked.
Harry snapped out of his stupor and then showed Hooch the snitch. "I . . . I caught it."
Hooch blew her whistle as she dove down to the pitch, announcing that Gryffindor had won. The cheers from the bleachers were deafening, and Harry wondered quietly to himself just why everyone looked so relieved.
"Yeah," Harry said finally, still feeling Draco's lips on his, "I've won."
~*~
When the match was nearing its end (basically when Hooch saw that Harry and Draco were way up in the air with what looked like an argument), Seamus and Dean had flown down to where Ron had landed after he miraculously saved his little sister from a bludger. While that was going on, and one of the Slytherin chasers had the quaffle, Neville stayed by Ginny's side, as he had silently promised Ron. He had saved her from another bludger that came sailing toward them.
With all of his courage, Neville cocked back the bat in his hand and smacked the bludger toward Crabbe, who had hit it their way in the first place. Crabbe then hit it back toward them, getting Neville a bit riled, and he swung and whacked the bludger back again.
While that was going on, the Slytherin chaser with the quaffle was nearing the Keeper with ramming speed. Ginny steeled herself, determined to do her job as the Gryffindor Keeper and make sure that no points have been scored this time around. The Slytherin looked like he wasn't fazed by the look on Ginny's face and he was just about to throw the quaffle when Hooch had announced that Gryffindor had won.
Relieved and happy, Ginny cheered. The Slytherin that had the quaffle, however, wasn't pleased and he threw it toward Ginny's head. Ginny had just seen it coming straight at her out of the corner of her eye and she twirled her broom, hitting the quaffle away with fierce fortitude. To say that the Slytherin was shocked was an understatement.
Hooch had to blow her whistle again. "Game's over, everyone! Hit the showers!!"
When Harry had snapped out of his astonishment, he instantly went to see who it was that got injured. When he found out who it was, he kept kicking himself for being occupied with Malfoy.
"How're you feeling, Ron?" Harry asked. They had brought the redheaded Beater to the hospital wing to get his wrist healed.
Ron moved his wrist around in a circle, "Better. But the next time we play, I'm sending all the bludgers to that ass Crabbe."
"I'm sorry that I didn't see what was going on. Malfoy was . . . well, he would have gotten the snitch if I wasn't there."
"You couldn't help it, Harry. You were just doing your job. It's not like I can't take care of myself, you know."
"Is Ginny ok?" Harry asked suddenly.
"Yeah. But for some reason she's all psyched about the next time we play." Ron shook his head. "I don't understand girls sometimes."
"You mean most of the time."
Ron hit him playfully, "Shut up."
Harry snickered.
Hermione walked in with a basket of candy and other goodies.
Ron smiled, "Is all of that for me?"
"No. Some of it's for Harry." Hermione handed Harry a chocolate frog, "For a job well done for winning the match."
Harry took the frog reluctantly, deciding not to reject Hermione's kind offer. They would worry about him if he didn't accept it, which he felt he didn't deserve. If they knew just how he got the snitch, they would have both fainted, he was sure of it.
"Is that all I get is sweets?" Ron pouted, trying to get Hermione's sympathy.
Hermione rolled her eyes, "Oh, for crying out loud, Ronald!"
"Come on, it's only Harry here!" Ron grinned, wiggling his eyebrows.
Despite her best efforts to not smile, she did anyways. Ron's smile could always force one out of her, nowadays, and she found herself leaning over the hospital bed and placing her lips to his.
Harry groaned softly as he closed his eyes. The image of Draco so close to his face, the heady smell that surrounded him and the feel of his lips on his, had come into his head unbidden. When he opened his eyes, both of his friends were looking at him with concern.
"Are you ok, Harry?" Ron asked.
Harry, despite how lonely he was feeling right now, smiled widely. "Yeah, I'm good, Ron. Never felt better."
He was missing Draco badly.
~TBC~
Edited a few sentences, fixed some canon errors (like it being Harry's first GUY kiss, not just his first one), and deleted some unnecessary words.
Hopefully it's to you people's satisfaction. :)