Chapter eight
Three days passed and it was now time for the Quidditch-match, Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Harry was really nervous; as he, Ron and Hermione were in the Great Hall, eating breakfast, Harry tried to eat but found it was impossible. Several times, he looked over his shoulder to see Draco, and every time, the other boy looked back.
When they had finished, they got outside. Harry and Ron said 'Good bye' to and Hermione, and walked over to the other Gryffindors in their team. They changed into their Quidditch-robes, Harry gave them instructions and finally, the match could start.
Ron was now one of the Chasers, and this suited him much better. He scored several times and Harry was real proud of him. But he couldn't think too much about this; he had to look out for the Snitch. He really tried to focus but found it hard; his eyes somehow wandered off and Harry found himself staring at Draco, who didn't seem to notice it.
But that was only what Harry thought, because Draco actually looked at him several times, too, their eyes just never met.
'And Gryffindor scores again! 60-40 to Gryffindor!' the commentator, a young Hufflepuff, screamed. Harry immediately looked at Draco and grinned.
'We're gonna win,' he mouthed, making the other boy smirk.
'Oh yeah?' Draco said. 'We'll see about that.'
And suddenly, the Slytherin dived. Harry wasn't prepared for this but quickly recovered; he hurried after the other boy and was right behind him when he caught a glimpse of the Snitch.
'Come on,' he urged on his broom. 'Faster!'
But it didn't help. For the first time in both Harry and Draco's lives, Slytherin defeated Gryffindor as Draco triumphantly raised his hand, holding the Golden Snitch with a firm grip.
'And Slytherin wins!' screamed the commentator, obviously chocked. 'With 30 points, for the first time since Harry Potter joined the team, Slytherin beats Gryffindor ... ruddy unbelievable.'
'YES!' Draco roared and his teammates ran towards him, screaming with happiness. 'We won! We won!' He kept yelling this until his voice was hoarse, then he stopped and just beamed.
This was without doubt one of the best moments in his whole life; boy, would his father be proud of him. Although, as he glanced at Harry, he couldn't help but feeling sorry for him; he looked so upset Draco would do anything to go over there and comfort him. But he couldn't, because Ron and Hermione were after all his best friends and they'd comfort him, so Harry didn't need Draco.
So, instead, Draco walked up to the castle together with the rest of the Slytherins, and all the way up there they roared and sang about their victory.
The rest of the day was spent in absolute bliss; Draco walked around Hogwarts with a big grin in his face and so did his fellow Slytherins. It was now time for Potions and Draco couldn't wait to hear Professor Snape praise him for the great game. And indeed, as he sat down in the classroom, his teacher immediately walked up to him.
'Draco!' he said, trying not to look too happy but failing. A big smile showed up on his lips and he continued: 'Congratulations! The game was absolutely fantastic. It's about time you show that ruddy Potter ...' Draco bit his lip and smiled at the same time.
'Thank you, sir,' he said. Professor Snape nodded and started the lesson by saying:
'Students. I can only hope the Gryffindors won't screw up today as much as usual, since we're handling real difficult potions, but seeing the great Harry Potter failed to catch the Snitch, I guess it's too much to ask for.'
Behind him sat Harry, and Draco couldn't help but turning around; he did so and noticed Harry was red in his face with anger.
Harry looked back and his expression changed. He gave a courageous smile, making Draco's heart flicker. He returned the smile and then turned back to Professor Snape, who was going on about some new Potion. Draco didn't pay attention that well.
When all lessons were finished, Harry, Ron and Hermione went back to the common room. Harry was thinking about the Quidditch-practice the other day. Draco had lain on top of him. It had undeniably felt good. Yes, his body was so soft and warm ... Hey, stop it! Don't go there, Harry told himself. My god, Harry, what are you doing! You did not like it when he lay on top of you ...
Liar.
I'm not lying! Just because we're going to the ball together, doesn't mean I like him. I might like him some time, you know, when Hell freezes over and –
So why did you agree to be his date?
Because ...! Hermione forced me!
Oh come on, Harry, that was lame. You said 'yes', because somewhere in that wicked mind of yours, you actually thought you and Draco might be friends. And, because, you like his ...
STOP IT!
Harry slapped his face, making Ron and Hermione stare at him.
'Harry, what are you doing?' Hermione asked.
'Umm ... nothing,' Harry said, 'it was a ... a bee. And I thought I'd ... you know ... smash it.'
He smiled sheepishly and continued quickly, 'Hey, I think I'll just go for a walk. I'm not feeling particularly tired, and I need to think about ... uh, the Quidditch-match,' he lied quickly. The truth was, he wasn't going to think about Quidditch. Well, perhaps Draco in his tight Quidditch-robes ...
'Um, okay,' Hermione replied. 'We'll see you later then.' Harry nodded, and walked out the Portrait.
He didn't know where he was going, but he just couldn't stay in the common room. It was so warm, and crowded, and Harry didn't like it. Ron and Hermione had no idea he was actually thinking about Draco ... Hermione probably thinks I just want to be his friend, Harry thought and laughed bitterly. He was now walking outside, feeling the cold air sweeping against his cheeks. It felt nice. He was so into his thoughts, and suddenly, he bumped into something.
'Ouch!' he exclaimed and looked up. 'Oh ...!' It was Draco.
'Sorry,' Draco said, 'didn't mean to ... um, are you alright?' Harry nodded.
'And you?' he asked.
'I'm fine.' They stood silent for a while, and then spoke at the same time.
'So, what are you ...'
'I was wondering ...' They laughed, and Harry said:
'You go first.'
'Oh, it was nothing, really, I just ...' Draco looked nervous. 'Well ... you know, we're going to the ball and everything, and ... how's it going to be afterwards?'
Harry didn't know what to say; he had been asking himself this a hundred times so he couldn't possibly answer.
'Er ... I don't know,' he said truthfully. 'I mean, we won't be best friends, I know that, but ... maybe ... we could try and just forget what's been going on between us. You know?' he added hesitantly.
'Yes,' Draco said eagerly and smiled. 'I know what you mean, it's exactly how I thought too.'
'Really?' said Harry and got closer.
'Yes,' Draco repeated. They were really close now ... Should I kiss him? Draco thought. Yes, I think that would be appropriate.
Their lips met. This must be heaven, Harry thought. In his fifth year, Cho Chang had kissed him. But only just barely, she was crying at the same time and it wasn't any good. This, on the other hand ...
'Mmm,' Draco mumbled. 'Potter ...' Harry didn't know how, but suddenly, Draco's tongue was in his mouth. At first, Harry was a bit surprised and let out an 'Mmpf!' of shock.
But soon, he welcomed Draco's tongue; he opened his mouth just a bit more, put out his own tongue and let them struggle ... it felt good. Really good, actually.
But eventually, they had to broke apart for air.
'Wow!' Draco breathed. 'Potter, that was ...' Harry could only nod.
It was great.
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