Chapter seven

Harry was sleeping and dreaming. He didn't have any nightmares about Voldemort anymore, much thanks to Professor Snape and his Occlumency-lessons from last year. Harry had finally learnt how to block his mind so that Voldemort couldn't reach it, and he didn't have to worry about seeing him in his dreams anymore. In fact, right now, he was dreaming about a certain Slytherin ...

He was walking into the Great Hall. As soon as he had entered, heads turned and people stared at him. Actually, people stared at them. Him and Draco. They looked really good this evening; Harry didn't wear any glasses, so his beautiful, green eyes were now visible, sparkling like emeralds.

His black untidy hair fell into his eyes, and almost every girl giggled at the sight of him. Draco looked amazing, too; his white-blonde hair shone in the moonlight, it almost looked like silver, and his grey-blue eyes looked it too. But it wasn't only their good looks that made people stare; the reason they did so was because Harry and Draco had walked in together. They were holding hands, and since people were so used to seeing them fighting, this was a bit of a shock. But the two boys didn't seem to care. Instead, they just walked up to the dance floor, and started dancing to the music. Harry's arms were resting on Draco's shoulders, and Draco held his arms around Harry's waist. Their eyes locked, and as the dance was over, they kissed, smiling at each other.

Harry sighed blissfully, and a smile appeared on his lips. It was still there as he woke up, but the young boy couldn't remember what he had been dreaming of. All he knew was that it had been a very pleasant dream, very pleasant indeed.

Draco was awoken abruptly.

'Draco!' someone said and shook him. 'Draco, time to get up ...' Draco's eyes slowly opened, and he saw Blaise standing above him, smiling broadly.

'Good morning!' he said cheerfully. Draco grunted.

'Seriously, you have to get up. Lessons start in -' he checked his wristwatch, '- exactly thirty minutes ... so, if you want to have some breakfast, you'd better hurry.' Draco groaned.

'Fine,' he said and threw the blankets off. Blaise stared at his half-naked body.

'What?' Draco snapped, making Blaise blush.

'Nothing,' he murmured and turned away. 'I'll wait downstairs.' He walked out, leaving Draco alone. Slowly, Draco got up and dressed himself.

When finished, he went down to the common room. Blaise stood there, waiting for him, like he'd said. He was still blushing.

'Shall we go, then?' Draco asked softly. Blaise nodded.

They ate quickly, went to their lessons and the day continued like usual. Draco had Quidditch this day, and he was looking forward to it. He knew the Gryffindors had practice the same time as the Slytherins, so this way, he'd get to see Harry.

And indeed, as he and the rest of the Slytherin-team had changed into Quidditch-robes, they walked out on the pitch and immediately saw the Gryffindors.

Harry stood there, giving his team instructions. He was the captain of the team now; Angelina Johnson was two years older so she had left the school.

Draco watched him as he waved his hands and told them what to do; he looked incredibly beautiful. And all of a sudden, he turned his head, and looked straight into Draco's eyes, making the Slytherin shiver. Draco was unsure of what to do; were they suddenly friends now, or did he have to say something rude? He got the answer almost straight away, as Harry waved at him and smiled.

Oh my god, Draco thought. Oh my fucking god!

He waved back and smiled vaguely. Harry turned to his teammates, and so did Draco.

'Alright,' he said and started explaining how they were going to fly. A young Slytherin-boy raised his hand. Draco pointed at him and said, 'Yes?'

'Well, I was just wondering, how are we going to be able to fly when the Gryffindors are here?'

The rest of the team looked at Draco, who thought about this matter. The boy had asked a good question ... how were they going to fly?

'I shall have to talk about this with Ha ... uh, Potter,' he said, correcting himself. The others looked at him curiously, and he walked over to the other boy.

'Um, Potter?' he said hesitantly and tapped him on the shoulder. The Gryffindor turned around.

'Oh!' he said and blushed at the sight of Draco. 'Yes?'

'Well, um, here's the thing ... um, how are we going to decide which one gets the pitch? I mean, we can't very well fly at the same time, right?' Draco said quickly.

'Er ...' said Harry. 'Actually, why not? We could play against each other; it would be good for training. The next Quidditch-match is up next week, and it's Gryffindor versus Slytherin ...'

Draco smiled and nodded.

'Okay,' he said and went back to his team. 'Alright,' he said, 'we've solved this whole issue. We're going to play against each other. Just for training, of course,' he added.

The team seemed to like this idea; they smiled at each other and together, they gathered their brooms and started playing.

Soon, both teams were soaring up in the air, throwing the Quaffles to each other. The beaters hit the Bludgers, and Draco was looking for the Snitch. Suddenly, he caught sight of it, right under the other Seeker's leg. He zoomed towards the other boy, not paying attention to anything but the Snitch. At last, Harry noticed Draco flying real fast, so he looked down and saw the little golden thing, floating beneath him. Just as he was about to catch it, it disappeared. But Harry had great reflexes, so he just flew after it. He couldn't see Draco but assumed he had changed course as well.

The Slytherin had indeed done that; he was flying right behind the other boy, trying to overtake him, but it didn't work out that well. Harry's Firebolt could fly faster than his own Nimbus 2001.

But suddenly, Harry stopped in front of him and raised his hand. Draco wasn't prepared for this, so he crashed right into Harry, and both of them fell to the ground. Luckily, they weren't that high up in the sky, only about three metres. And Draco also winded up on top of Harry, which moderated the fall. For him, that is.

'Ouch,' Harry moaned, and grinned at the same time. 'Hey, it looks like I caught the Snitch!' He held up the Snitch, which struggled against his fingers, trying to set itself loose.

Draco laughed. 'Yeah, it does,' he said. Usually, he would've been angry because he had lost, but this time, since it was just practice, he only laughed it off. Maybe it wasn't only the fact that it was just practice, but Draco told himself so. And suddenly, he realised he was actually lying on top of the other boy, so he slowly got up and said, 'Well, thanks for a great game, then.' He held out his hand, offering to help the other boy up. Harry took it and replied, 'You're welcome.'

And for a while, they just stood there, looking at each other. Suddenly, Harry got closer. He was so close that Draco would have touched his mouth had he put his tongue out.

Draco was sure Harry was about to kiss him when they heard someone call Harry's name. It was Ron.

'Harry! Harry, are you alright?' he said, running towards them. He stopped and looked at them with a puzzled expression on his face. 'Has something happened?' he asked suspiciously.

'No,' said Harry in a casual tone. But Draco knew he was lying; something had most definitely happened. And as Harry walked up to the castle together with his team, Draco cursed under his breath.

'Dammit,' he said. 'I was so close ...'

That night, he once again dreamt about Harry. In the dream, they were kissing each other, and as Draco woke up next day, he could only wish it would happen for real.

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