for crissie :) hope you enjoy!

for geek pride - vampire academy - write about a sacrifice

for murder myster - what - their bare hands (romance)

for spn fanclub - Queen Beryl, Sailor Moon: (dialogue) "That's so sweet, I'm getting cavities."

for crissie's favorites - slash

for writing club - character appreciation, "Because we're going to freeze to death."; for bingo, 2b, draco; fabulous world of comics, flying; showtime, something good (romance); amber's attic, "I've waited for all my life to be here with you tonight."- Kill Hannah, "Lips Like Morphine"; elizabeth's empire, (dialogue) "Have I told you I love you recently?"; lizzy's loft, ascend; scamander's case, mesmerized; film festival, meant to be; marvel appreciation, "i can do this all day"; lyric alley, all a symphony unexplored

for reserve league, r2, finals r2, captain, use the phrase: a blush painted his cheeks

1038 words by gdocs

Harry's face is buried in his lap, and Draco's fingers are laced in his hair, and he's thinking about how much of a good idea the single-dormitory for eighth years was. He's also, as he does quite often, thinking about his relationship with Harry. It was weird, at first, becoming friends with him, after everything in the war. Harry, though, had pushed Draco for a friendship, and Draco had slowly given in. Their friendship, over the course of a few months, had led to shy, quiet dating, and that had led to them — or, at least, in Draco's case — falling in love with each other.

Him thinking about their relationship has him thinking about their rivalry — and more — in their past school years. A thought blooms in his mind, one that he completely forgot about, and he lets out a sharp laugh.

Harry rolls over, causing Draco's fingers to stop weaving through his hair. Harry's glasses have left lines in his skin, from where he was pressed down, and Draco gently takes them off of his face, pressing his thumbs to the lines. Harry rolls his eyes and grabs for his glasses back. Draco complies, and he cleans them with the edge of his shirt before jamming them back onto his face.

"What's funny?" Harry asks, his green eyes big as he looks up at Draco.

Draco rolls his eyes. "It's nothing," he replies, because it really is. It doesn't matter now, six years later.

Harry pokes Draco's hip, which gets him sucking in a breath. It tickles. "What?" Harry repeats.

Draco lets out a large exhale, but he gives in. "I had a tiny crush on you," he admits, feeling a faint blush start to spread across his cheeks. "In second year. And I let you win at Quidditch."

Draco cringes; the confession sounds stupid to him. Harry, however, grins widely at his boyfriend. Pushing himself up, Harry captures Draco's lips.

"That's so sweet, I'm getting cavities," he says against Draco's lips. Draco only lets Harry kiss him for a few moments before pressing at his chest to push him away with a roll of his eyes.

"I'm still better at Quidditch than you," Draco insists, drawing a big grin from Harry.

"Are you?" Harry says innocently. Draco's not sure he likes the smile on Harry's face — it's one that's bound to get him in trouble.

It's also one, unfortunately, that Draco always gives into.

…

Less than twenty minutes later, Harry is dragging Draco by the hand to the darkened Quidditch pitch.

"The way you're leading me makes me think you've done this before," Draco hisses, looking quickly behind him for any teachers. He's eighteen, and he should be less scared of authority by this point. Still, he desperately doesn't want to get caught.

Harry flashes a grin at Draco, and Draco wonders why he likes the most reckless wizard in the Wizarding World. They could get caught.

"Relax," Harry says, as he leads them to the broom shed. "We'll use school brooms to make it even, yeah?" he says, tossing Draco an old Nimbus 2000. Draco looks at it, frowns, and then looks back at Harry.

"We're really about to play Quidditch at midnight?" he asks. Harry shrugs, still smiling broadly.

"Only catching the snitch," he says, moving further into the shed to retrieve the practice case.

"Right, I thought I might play chaser," Draco replies dryly, watching Harry open the case and take out the snitch. He leads the way back to the pitch, Harry following after him. He's not one to turn down a challenge.

Harry releases the snitch into the air, and mounts his broom, smirking at Draco. Draco mimics his movement, and after a few moments, Harry ascends into the air.

"Hey," Draco says, shooting up as well. That's a mean trick. His eyes scan the night air, searching for any sign of golden fluttering. The darkness reminds him of playing in the rain; he can't see anything.

He urges his broom a little higher, to get a better vantage point, but there still seems to be nothing there. His eyes finally land on Harry's form in the dark, and it's mesmerizing to watch him, the way his boyfriend speeds around the pitch, looking for some hint of the golden snitch. It makes his heart swell.

He knows that he should be looking for the snitch, but if he loses to Harry, how much of a loss is it really?

Suddenly, Harry goes into a sharp turn up, heading straight towards one of the goal posts. Draco follows him, sort of half-heartedly, so he can watch Harry's form fly. The view is nice.

"Aha!" Draco can hear Harry exclaim as his fingers wrap around the snitch and he pumps his arm in the air. He turns around, facing Draco, and Draco can still make out his triumphant grin despite the dark. When he sees that Draco is still quite a distance away, his arm drops.

"You let me win," he accuses. A blush paints his cheeks, and Draco hopes the night helps mask it. He doesn't deny it.

"Have I told you I love you recently?" Draco says instead, urging his broom closer to Harry. When they're parallel with each other, Draco leans in and kisses him.

It feels, like it always does, meant to be.

"I love you," Harry whispers quietly, pulling away first. The snitch is still fluttering under his knuckles, Draco realizes, as Harry brings his hand up to draw Draco's head back in. When Harry pulls away again, Draco's breathless.

"I can do this all day," he says, and he's not even thinking about the height they're at, he's just thinking about Harry. Just Harry.

"Me too," Harry says, and it feels like it's a moment just for the two of them. "But we should get inside."

"Why?" Draco asks, and he sort of hates how he's obsessed with Harry, but he sort of loves it, too.

"Because we're going to freeze to death," Harry says, and Draco does feel the breeze go through them, but he feels like Harry's exaggerating.

Still, he'll have Harry inside, and that's good enough for him.