The skies were crisp and clear, devoid of any chance for rain. The horizon was colored a rich baby blue, dotted by golds and reds that painted the autumn trees. A light breeze was present, sharp enough to keep you alert and cool enough to keep from sweating. Perfect Quidditch weather.

It was a Saturday morning, and the Slytherin and Gryffindor teams were lined up along the pitch. It was finally time for the re-match that had been post-poned for weeks, and the crowd was absolutely ecstatic. There were poms and banners and scarves scattered with silvers and greens; reds and golds.

Luna was perched happily on the front row of the stands, sporting her infamous lion hat and a banner that was magically fixed to bear Ginny's name.

Her cheeks flamed as red as her hair when she saw it from the starting line, mounted on her broom with her head in the game. It wasn't just her name. It was her name...outlined in hearts. A bit embarrassed, she still couldn't help but smile at the sentiment. Her stomach fluttered with butterflies as she caught Luna waving in her direction. Feeling bold, she blew her a kiss.

Next to Luna was Seamus Finnigan, who noticed the banner and felt an immediate need to re-create it. He gripped his chin thoughtfully, studying Luna's charm work. He elbowed her playfully as he drew his wand and began to imitate her spell. Draped over the stands in close proximity to the Ginny Weasley banner appeared another with the words "Dean Thomas" written boldly and, of course, surrounded with hearts.

Luna grinned and poked at Seamus, Who smugly eyed the object of his spellwork preparing for take off.

Dean shook his head with a light chuckle as Seamus flashed him a thumbs up and a wiggle of his eyebrows. Apparently, Dean thought with relief, they weren't going to hide this.

Neville and Hannah sat directly behind them hand in hand. Beside them were Pansy and Blaise, who decided to facetiously charm their own sign to read "POTTER WILL CATCH THE SNITCH, AS ALWAYS."

Draco noticed the Gryffindor red print and instantly formed his hand into an offensive gesture in their direction with a huge smile. They winked and laughed soulfully in response.

Hermione sat next to Pansy and decided to join in on the fun. She shot sparks from her wand that spelled in graceful green cursive the words "Draco Malfoy is the best Seeker, but Ron's a Keeper." She admired her pun with a smug smile.

Harry couldn't help but chuckle at the utter unity between the two groups of friends. It caused a fuzzy warmth to spread from his abdomen, and he stole a glance at Draco before Madam Hooch blew her whistle. He was focused, brow narrowed and a smirk dancing upon his lips. Harry was stuck on the image of the beautiful boy before him and almost forgot to fly when the screech of the whistle signaled the start of the match.

The heated sensation crept through his toes as he bounced from the Earth and took off in flight. He was weightless, a feather drifting through the wind as he ascended. He kept his vision peeled for snitch, a competitive spirit igniting the air much like Hermione's sparks.

Several meters away, Draco hovered as he searched for the flutter of golden wings. Chasers and beaters buzzed below like bees, and this time he made sure to stay clear of bludgers.

It appeared that Weasley held the quaffle and was rapidly heading toward the goal post. She was quite talented, Draco noted before directing his attention back to the empty air surrounding him.

His eyes followed any sign of movement, triggered for the slight change in atmosphere. It wasn't long before his gaze caught Potter, who was across the pitch with the same goal in mind.

His hair was blowing wildly with the breeze, leaving it even more unkempt than usual as he searched. Draco felt a sense of appreciation grab his gut, thankful to be able to call such a talented, bold, awkward git his own.

His distraction was brief as something swift disturbed his peripheral vision. Could it be, so soon in the game? He snapped his head to the right, bracing his broom just in case.

Sure enough, a glint of gold glittered in the sunlight. The snitch. Had anyone even scored yet?

He listened intently as the crowd erupted in cheers and decided that yes, someone must have scored, though he wasn't sure which side.

He abruptly took off in the direction of the snitch, dipping forward to gain speed and precision. It couldn't have been more than a few seconds passed when he heard the soft whoosh of Potter gaining on him.

"I would pass you but I like the view from back here better!" Harry's voice was a cheerful echo against the wind. Draco felt himself lose speed as a laugh bubbled within his throat.

The Snitch was flitting about some meters away, and Draco tried his best not to lose sight of it. Meanwhile, more applause rang from the stands. Who was winning?

"Enjoy it, Potter! It's the best view you'll get today!" He laughed as they whizzed forward. Draco happened to notice Slytherin score below them as they closed in on the Snitch.

Quickly, Harry had lurched forward so that he was at shoulder level with Draco.

"Hey, you!" He called distractedly, attempting to slyly divert Draco's attention.

"That is not going to work on me, you cheater!" Draco called, keeping his focus ahead.

"I'm not cheating! I'm just having a nice conversation with the love of my life!" Draco could hear the flippant smile in Harry's voice.

"You prat!" Draco responded, reaching his arm forward as the Snitch was mere feet away. Harry zoomed forward, coming between Draco and the snitch fiercely.

"But I'm your prat!" He grinned at Draco as he strained his own arm forward.

Below, the stands we're going wild. Gryffindor scored. All attention was given to the two Seekers, who'd made record timing in finding their goal.

"Watch it, Potter!" He responded, bringing his own body closer to distract his opponent. Harry paused as Draco brushed against him, a chill causing his whole body to shake. Draco took the lead.

"I like it when you play dirty, you know!" Harry called from behind him, and Draco slowed once more with a chuckle. He kept the lead, however, and hurriedly closed in on the Snitch.

Harry was at his side again, composing himself quickly and attempting with everything he had to win.

He brushed his torso against Draco's slender physique to no avail. "I know you like it!" He called playfully, but Draco's attention was on the prize.

Harry tried once more, leaning forward and titling his broom sideways to press their bodies together. He softly bumped against his shoulder, throwing off Draco's balance entirely.

Harry hadn't expected Draco to completely lose control of his broom, but that's exactly what happened as he tumbled forward, holding the stick with both hands as he did flips in the air.

Harry paused with the sudden fear that he had hurt him but eventually decided to press forward after Draco began to re-gain control. After all, the Snitch was still glittering brightly ahead...

Harry reached his arm forward, but with the blink of an eye... it had disappeared. Harry stared confusedly. What the hell?

Below him, Draco steadied himself. He was smiling widely, and Harry wondered what he was so happy about. That's when he saw it.

The Snitch was held firmly between Draco's fingers, caught mid-flip. His expression was wild, ecstatic, like he'd done something he never believed he was capable of.

Harry's mouth dropped into a shocked gape as the crowd burst wildly.

Draco stared at the Snitch between his fingers in disbelief and then turned his gaze to meet Harry's. Seeing the absolute pure happiness in his face was enough to make him melt. He let go of his broom to start clapping with the stands.

Draco grinned, hovering on cloud nine. There was something about this moment that raised a desire from deep within Harry. The crowd seemed to disappear. The players dissipated. It was just Harry and Draco, floating above the pitch.

He wanted to kiss him. To share in this moment and never let him go. He wanted to spend forever in his arms, cuddled against his chest with that surreal innocence painted on his face.

Without thinking, Harry flew to eyes met, and Draco chuckled with astonishment.

"I did it, Harry." He spoke softly, fingers grasping the snitch.

"This time." Harry grinned smugly, but his expression softened immediately afterward.

"I love you, Draco."

Draco allowed his hand to drop, grip softening on the winning piece. His lips tugged upward.

"I love you, too-" He began, but Harry cut him off abruptly. The moment was perfect, and it was calling to be seized. Harry leaned forward on his broom, took Draco's face into both of his palms, and kissed him.

His lips were warm and inviting, and as far as he was concerned, they were alone. Just Harry, Draco, and the snitch. Draco relaxed against his grip, allowing himself to succumb to the magic that belonged solely to their kiss.

Their eyes were closed, lost in the moment. The only evidence that disproved their solitude was the sudden cheers that erupted from the crowd.

Gryffindors and Slytherins, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws all broke into a loud acclamation. The members of Dumbledore's Army were especially exuberant, jumping and clapping ecstatically.

Pansy shrieked with approval, secure in herself and her own future. Blaise smirked, happy that this day had finally come for his best friend.

Neville kissed Hannah square on the lips, inspired by their boldness. She blushed shyly, shutting her own eyes gracefully as she accepted.

Hermione glanced at Ron, who shrugged with a smile from the pitch before clapping himself.

Finnigan whistled loudly before meeting eyes with his own chaser. Both Dean and Ginny shared a knowing look before flying to the stands together.

Luna's eyes were full of wonder. "Isn't it beautiful, Ginny? Isn't it just amazing?"

She asked, eyes fixed upon the two former enemies. Ginny didn't respond. Instead, she pulled Luna by the strings of her hat into a passionate and fiery kiss.

"I like the Banner." Dean laughed as he approached Seamus, and it was suddenly understood now more than before that there was nothing to hide between them. Seamus hesitated, a look of seriousness upon his face as this sunk in.

Dean, however, shared a desire with Harry to seize the moment. He lurched forward, embracing Seamus by the shoulders and kissing him firmly on the lips. Seamus fell limp beneath him before wrapping his own arms around the chaser.

Pansy cat called, sharing in the overzealous excitement teetering in the air. Hermione blew her own kiss to Ron across the pitch.

"Get it, Ginny!" Macmillan called across the crowd, ecstatic for his newly made friend. She smiled against Luna, aware of their presence amongst the students, and not giving a damn.

In the staff area, Severus Snape sat rigidly next to Albus Dumbledore.

"Would you look at that, Severus? Slytherin won the match!" Dumbledore gestured to the head of House, who nodded curtly before pivoting to Minerva McGonnagal.

"I believe you owe me 3 galleons, Minerva." He smirked, extending his hand toward the witch.

"Not yet, I don't." She said sternly, keeping her eyes on the field.

"Gambling, I see?" Said Albus with a smile. "Well, would you look at that!" He lifted his binoculars to examine the happenings before him.

Professor McGonnagall's lips pulled into a victorious grin; Professor Snape pinched the bridge of his nose.

"You have got to be kidding me."

"Pay up, Severus!" She extended her own hand. "Slytherin may have won, but those two found their way out of the closet and onto the quidditch pitch!"

Beside her, Narcissa Malfoy giggled. Her acceptance of her son (sons, now, she vowed) was unwavering.

"Quite literally, actually. Why do I have to witness such things?" He reached into his robes and handed her the currency. Minerva smiled smugly as she pocketed her winnings.

"Don't be a spoil sport, Severus." Narcissa added, "I even saw that one coming."

"And what is this?" Albus turned his binoculars to the student section of the stands. The others followed his gaze.

"And here I always thought Longbottom would be the gay one." Snape mentioned sarcastically.

Minerva slapped his shoulder disapprovingly. "Well, it just goes to show, Severus, you never know these things for sure. Besides, Finnigan and Thomas have been pining for each other since first year. I knew it before they did."

"Well, aren't you possessor of the Sight?"

"You two, settle down." Dumbledore was grinning ear to ear. "As if you really knew." He placed his binoculars back in his lap.

"Lovegood and Weasley have been a match since 5th year, by the way." He chuckled to himself lightly. Severus rolled his eyes while his lips pulled upward into a cross between a smirk and an exasperated smile.

McGonnagall unexpectedly joined Narcissa Malfoy in a laugh. Her shoulders relaxed, posture shifted into a stance of complete calm. A position she wasn't used to fulfilling, but that the occasion called for. It almost seemed as if they were all having their own happy ending.

The cheers continued. Hermione transfigured her sparks into rainbow letters that read "LOVE IS LOVE. CONGRATULATIONS!"

Ron grinned at her proudly before flying over to meet her. Gryffindor may have lost, but he felt like nothing less than a winner as he joined in on the madness and pulled her in for a kiss.

Slytherin hopped in a celebratory dance after winning the match. Gryffindor, in all of their support, didn't sport the normal downcast that followed a loss. Across the stands was a spirit of hope, of liveliness, of victory. It was a refreshing change for the students of Hogwarts.

When Draco and Harry separated, they remained afloat above dozens of cheering supporters. Draco gestured toward the stands, and Harry turned to see their friends joining in on the expression of love.

He smiled. "See, Potter? I'm a trendsetter."

"Yeah, that's what you are, alright." Harry paused, glancing down at his broom and then back into those smoldering gray eyes.

"Hey, Harry," Draco started. "Thanks for following me into the washroom that day. I needed you, and I didn't even know it yet."

"Are you kidding me, Draco? I need you more than you know. That's why I followed you. You've completely flipped my world upside down. It will never be the same. There is no life without you now."

Draco's eyes were soft, loving, honest. They were cool, like ashes after a fire. A flame that had completely singed anything bad in Harry's world. He rose like a pheonix, reborn.

Those smokey eyes lit up as Draco's cheeks pulled into a wide grin.

"I didn't know you were gay, Potter."

Harry felt himself melt from the inside out.

"Shut up before I hex you."

And then he closed the space between them, placing kisses all over that lovely smile. It was a moment of marshmallows, of switched alliances, of home. Of emerald predictions and new friends; of trials and recent victories. But mostly, it was a moment of love between two opposites that turned out to be a perfect fit, in so many ways. It was, to put it quietly simply...heaven.