A Winter Wish
Tuesday, December 21
When he finished his breakfast, Draco decided to go out to the Quidditch pitch to practice his skills on his Nimbus 2001. He walked across the school grounds, his shoes sinking into the snow that littered the floor. As Draco approached the pitch he spotted someone else there, zooming around on his or her broom.
'No one else can ride like that…' Draco thought. "Potter." Draco frowned wondering whether or not he wanted the company of the Gryffindor seeker. He made up his mind, walked over to the broom shack and pulled out his Nimbus. The Slytherin sat upon his broom and drifted into the sky to where Harry could see him. Soon enough, he did.
"Draco!" Harry smiled and flew over to the blonde. "You came to join me?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "No, Potter. I came to fly by myself and you just happened to be here."
Harry's mood visibly dropped. "Oh. Would you rather me leave then?"
Draco blinked. What was he supposed to say to this? He didn't think Harry would want to leave even if he forced him to but apparently, he would. Draco simply shrugged. "It's a free world."
"Fancy a go at the snitch then?"
The blonde cocked at eyebrow. "What's the catch?"
"There's no catch. We'll just go after the snitch. That's it. Whoever gets it, gets it."
"All right then." Draco smirked. He knew that flying would be easier for him without the entire school watching. "You're on."
Harry smiled before flying down, taking out the snitch and releasing it. The golden ball darted out of the raven-haired boy's hand and disappeared. Harry floated back up to where Draco was waiting. "Ready?"
He nodded. "Ready."
And with that, both boys flew straight up to get an overall look of the field.
When Draco came to an abrupt stop, he was somewhat startled to see that Harry had stopped precisely when he did. "Copying my tactics, Potter? I thought you were better than that." Draco drawled.
"Actually, no. I guess great minds think alike." Harry smirked and, to Draco's utter shock, winked.
'What in the world…?' Draco stared at Harry who simply searched around the pitch, obviously not staggered by his action. 'He's just trying to throw me off. I'll beat you, Potter. You'll see.' With this in mind, Draco cleared all thoughts and searched for the snitch.
'Now where could it- there!' Draco's heart leaped at first sight of the snitch, no more than twenty feet from where he hovered. Draco instantly pulled into a dive as fast as he could towards the golden ball. The snitch darted away but Draco continued to give chase. The Slytherin lost concentration for a moment when seeing Harry Potter pull right up to him. 'No, he will not beat me. Not this time.' Draco leaned forward, urging his broom to move faster. Harry had apparently thought of the same thing and now both boys were neck-and-neck. Slowly inching closer and closer to the snitch, Draco held out his hand for the ball and Harry did as well at the same time. Both boys stretched out across their brooms and reached with all their might for the snitch. But with an outburst of speed, the Boy-Who-Lived wrapped his fingers around the tiny ball, ensnaring a win for himself.
Draco was shocked. He was so sure that he was going to win. Harry slowed down to a stop with a smile of triumph on his face. Draco was so caught up on watching the raven-haired boy that he crashed right into one of the goal posts.
"Draco!" Harry screamed as the Slytherin slipped off his broom and tumbled to the ground.
'Damn…that hurt…' Draco brought a hand to his forehead. Before he knew it, Harry was kneeling by his side, worry trapped behind emerald irises.
"Draco? Are you all right? Do you need me to get Madame Pomfrey? I can take you to her myself, if need be. Draco?"
"Dammit Potter, enough!" Draco snapped. He could barely think straight and all those questions were making it worse. "I'll be fine. I just fell off my broom is all."
"Are you sure?" Harry didn't look too convinced but backed up, anyway.
"Yes, I'm sure." Draco picked himself up off the ground and dusted himself off. Nothing seemed to be broken or sprained even though it felt like he'd been run over by a hippogriff.
Harry stood up as well, clutching something in his hand.
'The snitch.' Draco sighed then shook his head in defeat. "I can never win against you can I?"
Harry looked at Draco squarely in the eye. "Then stop fighting me."
Draco blinked in surprise and watched as Harry walked away, sending the blonde into more confusion and more hope.
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Harry Potter but I do own a dog biscuit until I give it to my cat.
I know that this is very short and I know that it took me forever to get it out but at least it's better than nothing, eh?