You should have guessed by now that I am not writing these in chronological order. Instead I am just taking past scenes as Harry would have remembered them and am building up a history. Sorry it's been taking me so long to update but my computer doesn't seem to be working well at the moment. I still own nothing, its all J.K. Rowling.

First kiss

It was Quiddich, the sport of wizards and witches, fourteen players flying high on broomsticks, intoxicated by the frenzy of the crowd and the desire to win. To be the best. Griffindor vs. Ravenclaw, the very first match of the year, and the one that would decide whether Griffindor faced the Hufflepuffs or Slytherins next.

It lasted barely an hour before Harry had the snitch, holding the struggling golden ball tight in his fist, swooping down to see his screaming house and the delighted roars of the Hufflepuffs. They would be challenging Griffindor next.

Harry landed with his team-mates. Ron clapped him heartily on the back as the swept towards the changing rooms, sweaty and dirty but thoroughly delighted with the way things had gone. Harry only wished that it had lasted longer; he loved the feeling of exhilaration at flying through the skies, supported only by a broom and the winds around him. And the magic.

Harry did love magic.

They showered and changed to the sound of celebrating Griffindors, charging out into the crowds, singing chants. There would be a party tonight, everyone was so excited. They had done amazingly in the match, 300 points to forty.

"I'll get some food!" Harry yelled to his team-mates, pulling himself away to go down into the kitchens. He walked down the passageway, the noise slowly disappearing behind him as everyone moved up a different corridor to Griffindor tower.

He was almost the kitchen doors when he saw him. Draco. The other boy was sitting in one of the tunnels, broomstick in hand, clearly waiting for someone. Probably a Slytherin he was supposed to go flying with.

Harry would never know why he stopped and said, "Hello, Malfroy". Draco's head shot up. "Potter."

Harry smiled. "Flying, Malfroy?" he laughed. "Game got you all wound up?"

Harry had been a mere second year the first time he had heard those words and too naive to understand them. He had soon learnt, though.

"Oh, yes" Draco muttered sarcastically. "'Cause watching you fly gets me so hot and bothered."

"Good to know" Harry laughed, moving close, his hand on his wand just in case. "How about a little kiss for the winner?" he joked. Harry knew that most of the girls and a fair few of the guys would jump at the chance to snog him post-match, but he wanted Draco, just to see if he could have him.

"Why, sure!" Draco laughed sarcastically, leaning in, pretending to give Harry a kiss.

Harry was never sure what happened in those next few moments but the joke was gone. Draco's lips were on Harry and Harry just didn't ever want them to stop. He pulled himself close to the other boy as his mouth was intruded, his waist grasped and his thoughts became meaningless.

Draco…

The sound of footsteps broke them apart and Harry ducked around the corner just in time to see Blaise join Draco, broom in hand. He watched the two boys walk away, smiling to himself, particularly when Draco looked back for just a second and their eyes met.

When they were gone, Harry went to the house elves and asked them to bring food to Griffindor tower. They were as always perfectly willing. And as Harry walked up to the common room and the party, he realised that he was feeling a completely different kind of magic.

He couldn't decide if he liked it or not.