Good old muggle Kiss Cam. But at Hogwarts. Thats right. But what happens when the two least expected of students get put under the spotlight?

The rain was lashing hard against the grass. The shivering students stood stands, roaring their cheers and excitement highly despite the rain. There was no sunlight in the sky, just fluffy, grey, sad, clouds.

The clouds boomed with thunder and the occasional lightning would light up the sky, making it look like a bright sunny day, right before returning to its dull, cold, wet state.

Harry was tightening his Quidditch uniform when Ron was giving him a smirk, leaning aginst the grey wall of the changing rooms. Ron barley heard him mutter a short, "What?" As the rain drops leaking and dripped down the edge of the changing rooms, wich was really a huge door like hole in the stands.

"Nothing. You just seem...distracted."

"Bugger off." Harry said with a smile as he knew exactly what Ron was reffering to. "Even Hermione suspects that you lo-"

"Dont you dare finish that question." He said, clearly embarrassed. Ron just chuckled, "Sure, mate." He was reffering to their previous lesson of potions before the match, Harry was starring at Draco the entire lesson. Ever since their friendship started end of war, Seventh year had been like a love-sick tease.

He had been infatuated with the blonde for quite some time. The way his hair wasnt gelled back anymore but instead fluffier and more free, short and soft. His eyes werent the deep black they used to be, now a warm grey, a friendly grey, and kind, soft grey. His slightly muscular body was teasing but strangely mirror like, the two boys body structure was almost exactly the same, other than the pale kin Draco had. And his slightly taller height thank Harry was rather annoying, he was often teased for it but Harry didnt mind at all.

Ron and Hermione would comment on his starring and zoning out often, making Harry blush. All of them would even laugh most days thinking back to second year, Harry imagined himself talking to his twelve year old self, "Yep. You fell for Malfoy. Malfoy out of all boys or girls."

But that was still a suprise to him even. The way Draco made him feel- he was softer than before, kind, but so hot and attractive at the same time.

The rain hammered even harder- if that was possible- and he couodnt even hear his own thoughts.

The team began to gather at the entrance of the changing rooms, broom in hands, The commentating speaker could be heard from inside. "And would the crowd please welcome- SLYTHERIN TEAM!"

There was a flash of green as the Slytherin team flew past, doing their lap before taking their side of the feild. Harry heard Ron's muffled laughing after he unconsciously crammed his neck, looking for Malfoy. "Amused, Ron?" He asked before their team got on their brooms as the commentator spoke again. "And now welcome- GRIFFINDORE!"

And the players flew off in rows of pairs out onto the feild, to their side of the pitch, the assigned players lining up. The cold rain soaked them immediately, Harry shivered as it ran down his back, his hair not drenching wet as Hermione had taught him a charm to keep it dry, as well as one several years ago to stop his hlasses from getting wet and foggy. Harry got off his broom quickly, already making his way to the middle of the pitch.

"And now the Quidditch captains will shake hands!"

Harry walked to the very middle of the pitch, Draco approaching him. Their hands met for a split second, Harry looked away hoping he wouldnt have to look at him, but going to let go, Draco tugged on his arm. Harry looked straight at him into his grey eyes, "Ron told me." He smirked before letting go of his hand and walking away broom in hand. The others took their spots and Harry stood there for a few seconds more trying to figure out what he meant. Surely Ron didnt-

The thought was drowned out as a siren sounded, starting the game.

Harry immediately flew past the Malfoy, eager to get him off his mind, he flew up into the clouds, following the whizzing noise he hoped was the snitch, flying onto a group of clouds finding himself surrounded by floating fluff.

Below everything was hurried blur as brooms zoomed past eachother, quaffle going left to right, the occasional cheers and boos already making air as the first few scores were shot.

Harry got excited and flew straight towards the break in the clouds that appeared but skidded to a stop when the blonde came up to Harry's level, their bodies inches apart. Harry was hoping that what he meant by earlier wasnt what he was thinking, but Draco repeated old phrases and Harry was questioning if he was flirting or not. "Why so tense, Potter?"

Potter. He never called him that anymore. Maybe Ron or Hermione would get called last names but not Harry. Not ever since the war and they had sided together.

He had such pretty eyes, Draco thought. They were a bright, luscious emerald green, shiny, pretty. His hair was a little longer than Draco's own, not quite as long as fourth year but long enough he could run his fingers through it, in its jet black waves. His slightly darker skin was always so soft and smooth, and his slightly muscular chest and small structure was adorable, despite him only being half an inch shorter than him. His glasses always shadowed his eyes a bit and they only realised how close they were now, the other boy feeling their hot breaths on eachothers faces.

Pansy had always teased him that he wanted nothing more tha to get into Harry's face but now that he was- he didnt ever want to look away. He was trying so hard not to glance at his lips.

It was only when something surfaced in the clouds beside them that the boys stopped starring and turned towards the golden flying object, wings whizzing as it hovered in place. Both boys glanced at eachother before diving through the clouds on their brooms after the snitch.

Half time had come quite quickly and Harry went off to one side of the pitch with his team, dropping off his broom before taking off at a run to meet Malfoy in the middle. The Slytherin' were chatting, Draco's blonde head showing its back to Harry as he jogged over, tapping him on the shoulder. "Draco-"

"Hello Everyone! We have a new anouncement to make for the halftime activities!" Draco seemed be paying attention to the speaker, but Harry too was interested what they were saying. "Some muggleborns may know this popular football craze as Kiss Cam?"

Suddenly there was a loud roar of chattering from both the Slytherin and Griffindore stands from the muggleborns. "We have a magical camera that will fly around and land on two people, those of wich must kiss on camera for everyone to see." Harry watched as Hermione began hurriedly and excitedly chatting to Ron beside her, obviously explaining in more depth and detail what a kiss cam was.

"That sounds bloody stupid." Draco laughed, Harry shook his head, "Ive seen it before but- at hogwarts? Really?" Draco nodded in agreement.

"The camera will spin now!" Everyone watched as a small black recording camera flew into the sky just above the quidditch pitch, spinning around in circles, whizzing away, searching faces and pointing at a few until it stopped. Dead in the sky.

On the large prejected screens were Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. Potter and Malfoy.

Suddenly all of the chatting and all of the talking stopped. Harry didnt dare turn to the boy beside him. shit.

Draco' heart was racing and his arm was just barely holding his broom, out of shock he nearly dropped it. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

Harry blinked for a few seconds before he finally shifted the face the boy beside him, his eyes going to his, only to find those grey orbs staring right back at him. Shit he's gorgeous.

The two looked awkwardly at eachother. Seriously, Potter? Draco thought as he looked at the griffindore, who was obviously not going to make the first move. So much for griffindore bravery.

Draco leaned in quickly and squinted his eyes shut, giving Harry's lips a three second peck before he stepped back. Harry looked suprised as the silence echoed out. Suddenly a loud boo roar and several dissapointed chatter rang out, surprising both of them. "JUST KISS ALREADY!" someone yelled.

Their eyes met and Harry knew he had to.

Harry sighed as he took the half a step closer, grabbing the collar of Draco's quidditch uniform, pulling his mouth towards his, lips against eachother in one swift motion. Draco didnt hesitate, he simply kissed him back as their tounge's met. Their lips were warm and soft, tender and swollen from the cold though.

Suddenly, once the camera had landed on them again and broadcasting their kiss on the screens, everyone was cheering loudly. Harry's heart was racing and he shivered as he felt Draco rest his hands on Harry's lower back while the shorter boy wrapped his arms around Draco's neck, both of them pushing against eachother, both trying to deepen the kiss while getting some warmth from eachother as the rain continued running.

Then they broke apart for air, not letting go of eachother but panting, Draco has somewhat nuzzled his face in Harry's cheek, his warm breath coming out shakily on his ice cold skin. Harry as resting his head on Draco's neck.

"Is that what Ron told you?" Harry asked. Draco nodded slowly, "Told me you've been wanting to do that for a long time...as have i."

Harry smiled. "Everyone's probably starring at us now." Draco pulled his head back a bit to look into Harry's eyes. "I dont really care." And suddenly they were kissing again, for a long time.

Lets just say they left together after the match ended, hand in hand, already planning their date at Hogsmead.