The Quidditch pitch, Saturday, 7 pm
The prince of Slytherin walked into the doors of the pitch carrying his Nimbus 2001 and wearing his quidditch robes. Is this stupid? What if he's just wearing normal clothes and I'm wearing this? Maybe I should go change… but then if I changed I wouldn't be comfortable. This is pretty much the only thing I feel comfortable playing in. He scanned the field and didn't see his paramour. What if he doesn't show up? His fears turned out to be unfounded, he finally noticed Harry on the far side of the field releasing and catching the snitch. He was pleased to see that he had also donned his quidditch uniform. Harry hadn't noticed him yet and Draco was enjoying watching Harry move. However, he didn't feel right watching Harry like that, without his permission. "You ready, Potter?" he said to make his presence known. Harry fumbled with the snitch and spun around to face the person who had shattered the silence of the pitch. He relaxed a little when he realized it was just Malfoy and replied "I was born ready."
The two Seekers stood in the middle of the field and ascended into the air on their brooms, once they reached about 30 feet they stopped. As agreed on the train, Draco would toss the snitch into the air and on Harry's count of three the chase would begin. Draco tossed the snitch into the air and Harry began the count, "1….2…" I could drown in those eyes… "3!" Harry speed off after the snitch and Draco swore at himself for not paying attention and followed Harry. Both boys searched for a few minutes before one caught sight of the golden ball. Draco saw it hovering a few feet above Harry's head and zoomed towards it. Harry knew that Draco had spotted the snitch but couldn't see it himself. He looked to the left and then to the right. As he looked up the snitch flew off and he found himself looking up at Draco who was a short ways behind the snitch.
He turned around and flew as fast as he could after his opponent. Draco's face was a mask of determination as he noticed Harry gaining on him and sped up. He reached out his hand to grab the snitch but it flew up out of his reach. The winged ball flew through one of the hoops and Draco veered to the right to avoid colliding with the hard metal pole. Harry flew through the hoop after the snitch and used the extra time that Draco's maneuver had earned him to get closer to the snitch. Harry extended his hand and the snitch weaved side to side. It took a sudden dive for the ground and two figures dived after it. Harry reached out his hand for the snitch again. He noticed that there was now another hand near his and quickly looked into the face of his opposition. They were dangerously close to the ground and going as fast as their brooms would allow. Draco's fingertips brushed against one of the snitches wings before the snitch flew four feet up from their hands.
Harry withdrew his hand and used it to steady himself as he began to stand up on his broom. Draco quickly followed suit and soon both boys were riding their brooms like surfboards. Draco was considerably more unstable than Harry, who was used to riding his broom that was. When the snitch was finally within reach both boys dived for it. Their hands closed around it at the same time as they tumbled to the earth. They rolled on the ground a few times before coming to a stop. Harry was sprawled out on the field and Draco was sprawled on top of him. Draco was the first to react; he rose onto all fours above the Gryffindor. Harry groaned and touched his head with his right head.
Where am I? The world was still spinning from his body's fight with the ground. Everything eventually stopped spinning and Draco almost passed out when he noticed where he was. I AM ON TOP OF HARRY POTTER! Oh Merlin… Draco mentally did a very un-Malfoy like happy dance, one that involved skipping and bottom wiggling. Harry opened his eyes and Draco froze, what would Harry say about their situation? Harry's brow furrowed and he asked, "Who caught the snitch?" After a small pause the boys looked simultaneously to their hands, Draco's right hand and Harry's left hand both were in a death grip on the snitch. The snitch was so tiny that, to Draco, it looked like they were holding hands. The only way you could tell the snitch was between them were the wings sticking out between their interlaced fingers.
After a moment of silence Draco finally cleared his throat and murmured, "I guess it's a tie then." Harry who was still looking at their hands just nodded and turned to look up at the blonde. He isn't pushing me away… Oh Merlin could he actually fancy me like I fancy him? He looks so beautiful; I want to kiss him so bad. I wonder if he would let me… Suddenly there were two pops by his ears and his Shoulder angel and Shoulder devil appeared. "Do it! Do it! Do it!" They both cheered him on as they hopped up and down excitedly. Then they disappeared into thin air again. Having the approval of his Shoulder people made Draco decide. He leaned down and did the thing he had wanted to do since they met in Madam Malkin's robe shop, he kissed the boy who lived.
He thought he would die of shock when Harry almost immediately started kissing him back. The kiss was passionate; Draco's repressed feelings for Harry were the fuel that fed it. It was fast, wet, and deep with lots of tongue. It also left both boys heads spinning. They finally broke apart and just stared at each other; Draco was gently panting and Harry's face was flushed. Should I tell him? I don't want to scare him away. Well, if I scare him away at least I'll have the memory of this kiss. I could be happy with just this memory for the rest of my life. Even as he thought it he knew it was a lie, he would never be happy unless he got to kiss Harry like that every day. The blue eyed boy ran his tongue over his bottom lip as Harry watched him transfixed. I pray to Merlin he doesn't look down. The ones he had gotten when they played Quidditch had nothing on the one he was sporting right now.
"Potter," he began. "I fancy you, a lot; I have for a long time. I want… no. I need to know how you feel about me." Draco was on edge as he waited for the raven haired boy's response. It seemed like an eternity had passed before Harry began to speak, "You're gay?" Draco choked on spit as he started to chuckle, "I just kiss you and tell you I want to be your boyfriend and you're asking if I'm gay." Harry playfully shoved the blonde off of him and sat up, "I didn't mean are you gay, I meant that I didn't know you were gay." He then smirked, "By the way, you never said you wanted to be my boyfriend." Draco stopped picking grass out of his slick backed hair, "Well…I do." Harry picked the last blade of grass from behind Draco's ear, as he was pulling his hand back he brushed against the blonde's ear. Almost imperceptibly Draco shivered and Harry's eyes widened slightly.
"Malfoy," he said with some trepidation, "I like you too and if you're playing some sick joke on me I promise to hex you so bad you'll wish it was Voldemort who had done the hexing." He likes me back! This time Draco didn't just do mental happy dance he also danced in real life. Technically it was more like bouncing up and down while grinning like a maniac but whatever. To his companion it made him look like a child about to open Christmas presents. Harry was shocked to say the least; he had never seen Malfoy do anything remotely childlike. Finally Draco composed himself and harrumphed when he finally realized what Harry had said about hexing him. "Potter, I am a Malfoy. When we say something we mean it. Besides," he smirked. "I have dabbled in the Dark Arts. I wouldn't be so sure of your ability to beat me if I were you."
Harry rolled his eyes and smiled, "There's that Malfoy arrogance that we've all come to know and love." The black haired teen hesitated to ask the next question but it needed to be asked, "Since I hadn't heard that you were gay, and I'm sure I would have if you were out, are you in the closet? If you are does that mean we'll have to hide our relationship?" I knew this question was coming, it was inevitable. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "My family knows I'm gay. That's actually why my parents split up over the summer, I mean, that's not the only reason but it was the straw that broke the camels back. My mother was appalled that her only son was," he made quotation marks with his fingers, "an arse bandit and my father didn't think it was such a big deal of course; after all he's gay too. They argued something fierce over it and in the end they got a divorce. I was glad, I never liked my mother much and besides I like my father's boyfriend much better." Harry was surprised, not at the news of the Malfoy's divorce, which had been public news for a couple of months. He was surprised to learn that Lucius Malfoy was gay and he immediately wanted to know who his lover was.
"I'm not out in school though," Draco continued before Harry could ask the question"not because I'm ashamed of being gay because I'm not…" he added hastily. "I'm just afraid that if my fan girls found out they would never give me a moment's peace. I can just imagine it now, I'd be out with my boyfriend and suddenly we'd be kidnapped by girls who want to watch us snog." He raised his voice a few octaves and squealed, "Oh my God you two are sooooo cute! Snog for us please!" Harry laughed, "That's a good impression. The fangirls were so disappointed when they found out I didn't have a boyfriend." Draco smirked, "As for our relationship being a secret…I'll leave that up to you. If you want to tell people I don't mind, I'd come out of the closet for you." Harry grew a little misty eyed at that fact but blinked the tears away before Draco had a chance to notice them.
"I don't know…I promised myself after my last boyfriend that I would never date someone in the closet again." Draco's face fell, What if he changes his mind about us? Hey, who had Harry dated? He was instantly jealous. Harry was oblivious to Draco's mood as he continued, "How many fangirls do you have? If you don't have too many, I would prefer for us to be together in public." Let's see…Malcolm Baddock, Daphne Greengrass, Stewart Ackerley, Mandy Brocklehurst, and the Patil sisters. So that's 6. "Six," he reported to Harry. "How about you?" Harry mentally counted and proclaimed, "Seven." He has more fangirls than me "Who are your fangirls?" Draco inquired as he straightened his legs and leaned back on his elbows. "Lavender Brown, the Patil sisters, Ginny Weasley, Hannah Abbott, Ernie MacMillan, and Colin Creevey." Harry rattled off his "fangirls". Harry ran a hand through his hair, something he did when he was thinking or nervous. "Well, with thirteen fangirls running around after us I don't think it would be wise for us to go public yet." The boys agreed to pretend to still be rivals when around other people and they would play the rest by ear. Eventually a comfortable silence settled over the boys as they layed back in the grass and watched the stars.
I'll give cookies to everyone who guesses who Harry's boyfriend was or who Lucius's lover is!