Draco waved his wand at himself, vanishing the sweat from his body. It was 'half time' as Seamus called it and everyone was catching their breath. Draco fought to keep a wide smile from his face. He was windswept and had really enjoyed playing so far. It was much more fun throwing and catching the quaffle rather than watching from the side lines. So far, he'd only cheated twice, and their team was ahead. His face ached from smiling and his throat was dry from yelling. He hadn't managed to get harry off his broom, though. He'd have to try harder.

Draco was pulled out of his thoughts when harry rushed up to him and hugged him. Harry was bouncing around like a puppy, hugging all his team members. He clearly loved quidditch and was happy the thing he organised was going so well. Draco looked around at the group of students. A lot of people didn't even have quidditch robes, and some, such as Luna, were in the wrong colours. It was as if the house system didn't exist and the students were only divided by the tabards they wore. Even then, they were mixed up, chatting and sharing water bottles. Draco thought harry had done a good job at splitting up friendship groups to avoid rivalry. Harry always did want peace. As quickly as he'd approach Draco, harry left him. Draco had hoped he'd see more of the Gryffindor, but he was too busy with other people to talk to Draco properly. Draco fought not to huff and instead busied himself with his water bottle.

They soon started playing again and Draco made a beeline for harry. He immediately started competing with him, fighting with him for space and the quaffle. Draco stole the quaffle from Harry, darting in front of him before his fingers could touch it.

"We're on the same team!" Harry yelled at him. I hope so, Draco replied mentally. Draco looked back at him over his shoulder. Harry had both hands on his hips and looked unimpressed. Draco sighed and tossed the quaffle to Luna since she was the closest person wearing their colour. Luna caught it easily. Draco turned back around sharply and went back to shadowing Harry.

"You can't ever work with me, can you?"

"I can!" Harry raised an eyebrow and hummed in a way that clearly meant 'yeah, right'.

"You'd find it boring if I did." Harry laughed loudly, the sound distorted by the wind.

"Probably!" he yelled, his voice cracking with the effort. Draco grinned to himself at the affirmation. He did worry on occasion he was pushing harry too far but the Gryffindor took every tease into his stride and gave as good as he got. Draco hated to admit it but harry was the superior flyer, only by a little, mind, and Draco eventually got bored of struggling to keep up, so he sidled over to Luna.

"Having fun?" He shouted to her. Luna smiled, her eyes directed towards the hillside in the distance.

"Yes, thank you, Malfoy. Today has been quite wonderful." She turned to look at him. "You look happy," she told him. "Barely any wrackspurts." Draco tried to keep the confused frown off his face.

"Thank you?"

"You're welcome, Malfoy." Luna then reached out an arm and the quaffle appeared to fly right into her hand. She gave it to Draco with a smile. "It's your turn to score." Draco flew towards the goal posts, quickly hounded by Blaise, who was on the other team. Blaise tried to tackle him, but Draco swerved away and muttered a quick spell. He threw the quaffle in the direction of the goalposts and it magically flew in.

"Cheat!" Blaise yelled at him.

"Traitor!" Draco yelled back.

"You're on a different team!" Blaise yelled and suddenly Draco's hands were spelled stuck to his broomstick handle.

"Your penalty for cheating," Seamus explained, putting his wand back in its holster. Draco glared at him and flew upwards to sulk.

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Super short chapter to show I'm still working on this fic but been dealing with mental health and homelessness and now I've started college… again… so I'm super tired but yaknow. This fic isn't dead, I'm just bad at writing it!