Harry sat on his broom watching his friends pass the quaffle to each other. They'd naturally split into their house teams, choosing to neglect the bludgers for their game due to the lack of people. They'd originally also not used the snitch but Harry had missed being a seeker so much they eventually gave into him and released it. Draco had begrudgingly agreed to be his competition. It has taken some pleading and puppy eyes to encourage him to but he had given in. He knew Draco didn't enjoy quidditch but he seemed to be happy enough playing with his friends. He'd been surprised even Pansy and Hermione had joined in even though both girls didn't have much interest in the sport. They seemed to be trying very hard to make friends with the Slytherins and the fact that Harry knew it was for his benefit made his heart swell with pride and happiness. He was regretting that it didn't happen years earlier. The war had prevented that but also their toxic stereotypes and division between the houses.
Harry watched Blaise intercept Ron's pass to Hermione and noticed a gold streak behind Hermione's head. He maneuvered his (borrowed) broom towards it. Draco flew up beside them and they began their familiar chase. Harry flew upwards, the snitch a few metres ahead of him. A quick sideway glance told him Draco was to his left, slightly behind him. The snitch veered to the left and Harry followed. Draco's reflexes were a little slower so Harry ended up almost bumping into him.
Careful, Potter. Draco's voice came through the link.
If you were a better flyer you wouldn't be in the way, Harry teased.
Saint Potter talks dirty, who knew? Draco teased back. Harry flew directly into Draco.
Hey! Draco clutched onto his broom, in danger of overbalancing. I'll get you for that!
I'd like to see you try! Harry teased Draco, easily swooping away from him. They'd lost sight of the snitch so Harry flew upwards to a good vantage point. Dean wasn't available so there were four people on each team. Harry found it hard to tell who was who from his height without their bright uniforms.
Harry scanned the pitch. The weak wintery sun was just enough to reflect off the snitch so he watched out for that. He also kept an eye on Draco in case he saw something. Draco's technique used to be following Harry when he saw the snitch but Harry saw he was watching the pitch. He was looking everywhere but at Harry. Harry spotted the snitch at the same moment as Draco did.
They both raced across the pitch, following the sharp twists and turns of the snitch. Harry was neck and neck with Draco, the Slytherin's fingers almost touching the snitch. They were so close to the ground their knees brushed the unmown grass. Harry took a chance and scrambled up so he crouched on his broom. He leapt onto Draco, grabbing him by the shoulders just as his fingers were about to close over the snitch. They both fell to the grass, rolling several times before they stopped. Harry went from looking up to the sky, regretting his decision to being pinned by Draco. Harry's breath hitched. Draco was straddling his hips, holding down his arms.
"Playing dirty too are we, Potter?" Draco almost whispered. His voice was soft and slow and it sent a shiver all over Harry's body. Harry watched Draco's face move closer and closer to him, grey eyes staring at him intensely. Harry's body tensed up. Draco released one of his arms and before Harry knew what was happening Draco was presenting the snitch in front of his nose. Harry shoved Draco off him.
"That wasn't fair!" He protested.
"Life isn't fair," Draco teased, smirking. While Harry got to his feet, the Slytherins landed and celebrated with Draco.
"What happened, Harry?" Ron asked.
"I don't really know." Harry told him, his nose scrunched in confusion and annoyance.
"It looked like you were having a moment," Seamus told him, smirking.
"He was trying to distract me!" Harry exclaimed, frustrated.
"And why was it distracting?" Seamus teased. Harry wanted to hit him.
"Because I didn't know what was happening!"
"But did you like it?" Harry didn't want to think about how he felt in that moment.
"Piss off," Harry told him, good naturedly. Seamus grinned at him.
"You didn't help. Jumping on him like that," Hermione told him scornfully.
"I had to try something to win."
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Draco handed Harry his broom. He'd finished celebrating his win with his friends and they were putting their quidditch things away. Harry was putting everything in its proper place, since he knew where it all went. Draco watched him stretch up to put the last broom on its brackets in the wall. When harry turned to leave, Draco didn't move from where he was stood, leaning in the doorway.
"Draco?" Harry questioned impatiently, tapping his foot.
"Sorry you lost," he said with a smirk. Harry rolled his eyes.
"No, you're not."
"No, I'm not," Draco agreed.
"If you didn't play dirty I would have," Harry grumbled.
"You started it." Draco smirked at the familiar words.
"It was an accident! And you took it too far by sitting on me!" Harry tried to protest.
"You jumped on me!" Harry looked a little sheepish. He suddenly started laughing. Draco frowned.
"What?"
"We always get over competitive with each other."
"Speak for yourself," Draco grumbled but he smiled at Harry. Harry had not only been his enemy for years but his greatest competition. Instead of fighting Harry now, he was fighting for his affection.
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Sorry this is a little short but it probably would have taken me an age to get it to a good length with the way my productivity is going. Hope you enjoy anyway.