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Two Shadows

The mystery of one person going flying, yet two shadows appearing over the Quidditch field, making patterns far too complex to mean nothing.

Harry was eating his diner as if it might be his last one. There was no order to the food that went in his mouth, just speed. The girls sitting around him were slightly disgusted, and the boys were subconsciously trying to keep up.

"Hey mate, what's this? Trying to disappear your dinner with out a wand?" Harry barely glanced at Seamus.

As he took one more bite of…something, and a swig of pumpkin juice, Harry got up from the table.

"Where are you going Harry, there is still tons of time before dinner is over. Though if you could stuff another bite into yourself, I will be very impressed" Hermione's tone suggested that 'impressed' was not exactly what she meant.

"Come on Hermione, I'm just going flying" Harry looked impatient.

"Well, do you have your homework done?" She turned around she was facing him, her back to the table. Harry repressed a smirk (a smirk!) and the small sliver of knickers he saw.

"Yes."

"All of it?"

"Yes!" Harry rolled his eyes.

"Potions paper?"

"Yes."

"Charms project?"

"Yes."

"Charms write-up?"

"Yes."

"Transfigurations illustration?"

"Yes! With color and everything!"

"Care of magical creatures model?"

"Ye—wait! We didn't have any homework for that class!"

Hermione just grinned at him.

"Yes, yes, all hail the genius who never needs to make lists and so on." He smiled back at her. "Would you mind taking my bag back to the tower for me?"

"Sure" As she was reaching for the bag, Ron intercepted her and put it down next to his.

"I'll be carrying that." And he kissed her on the nose before going back to his dinner. "Have fun Harry"

Hermione rolled her eyes, but was blushing prettily. "Yes, see you later"

"Bye!" Harry called over his shoulder, nearly running out of the great hall.

Harry walked onto the pitch, broom over his shoulder and robe back in the broom shed. He loved the feeling of standing on the edge of the field, looking up at it all. When he was in the air, the pitch wasn't all that big, but here on the ground, it dwarfed him. It was good the feel small.

"You know, there are better things to look at around here."

Harry looked to where Draco was leaning against the stands. His posture was confident, but there was something about the set of his shoulders that was slightly unsettled. Harry grinned at him and walked so that he was right in front of the blond, legs straddling Draco's crossed ones.

"Yes there are" and he leaned in for a kiss. Draco grabbed him, turned them around and pushed Harry back where he had been standing. He kissed hard, tongue doing naughty things that Harry loved.

They had not had the chance to be alone for a few days, and had both been affected. It had not been long, but officially, secretly, dating had torn down some barriers.

Draco nipped at Harry's bottom lip, receiving a moan. Harry squeezed Draco to him once before pushing him back lightly. They separated, Draco reluctantly, and let their arms drop. Harry sidestepped Draco, grabbing his broom, and mounting before the blonde had time to react.

"Wha—Wait!"

"That Draco, is why I always catch the snitch."

"Hey! You are the one who wanted to do boyfriend-y things. I might as well go up to the castle if you are going to be like that." Draco turned to go, and Harry moved forward to stop him. Draco was on his broom and behind Harry in a flash, laughing.

"You know, I think lady luck just likes you a lot, that's why you catch the snitch"

Harry turned to face a smirking Draco.

"Maybe."

"Or maybe the snitch likes—did you just agree with me?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about Draco."

"Sure you don't…and about the boyfriend-y stuff? I want to do it too." Draco was looking down towards his hands.

"Draco?" he looked up "Let's fly."

And they took off, never far from each other, but not close enough to touch. Harry would pull ahead, and Draco would come up from beneath, to stop the Gryffindor. They would go in a new direction then, spiraling around each other, loving the feeling of the air whipping past, the broom underneath, and the boy close enough to talk to. But they didn't. Sometimes silence could say more than words.

When Harry could no longer feel his fingers, he motioned Draco back to the ground. It became a race, seeing who could land first. Harry slowed down to let Draco win.

"Come on Harry, give me some real competition!" Draco had turned around form his lead position, pouting slightly.

"You want some competition?"

"Yes, I do."

"Alright then." And Harry flew at Draco, colliding none too gently and throwing his arms around him. Draco struggled half-heartedly, but was laughing through it. Harry had started kissing that spot under his ear.

They floated to the ground slowly, getting off their brooms, only just staying upright. Harry and Draco were both laughing now, spinning around in a drunken circle.

"That's odd."

"What's odd, Hermione?"

Hermione and Ron were walking along a corridor, near a window, and she had chanced a look towards the Quidditch pitch.

"I thought Harry was going flying alone…"

Ron squeezed her hand for a moment before going back to his relaxed grip. "Maybe he was, you know, meeting someone" it was obvious what he meant.

"No, it looked like a boy."

"Well then, maybe he was practicing."

"Yes, you must be right."