Their hearts were racing,lungs heaving, veins pounding excited blood through their systems. They were flying so close they could hear every whispered insult shot at the other. And their eyes were locked on a single object in front of them; the fluttering Golden Snitch. Harry felt so close to it, almost able to wrap the tips of his fingers around it if he reached his arm out. Every time he was about to catch it, a small shoulder bump from damned Draco Malfoy would stop him. The chase of the Snitch had lead them into a desperate downhill descent, and Harry's glasses were becoming cloudy from the sand of the Quidditch pitch blowing into their faces. He felt the grassy surface brush against the toes of his boots, and he cursed, pulling up and over, deciding to wait for Draco to do the same and the Snitch to change its course. In Draco's mind, he had already caught it.
By now, he too could feel the ground scuffing his toes, and he was thinking about the possibilities. He could pull up like Harry did and most likely loose to the Wonder Boy, or he could make a desperate dive for the Snitch, much like Harry in his first year. If he dived and caught it, it may gain the respect of Harry and begin a new aspect of the relationship, or he could let Harry be happy and win. Diving sounded loads better. So he pushed the broom out from under him, shoes now fully on the ground as his feet were slapping against the grass. The running pace wouldn't work for long, seeing as he was definitely not as fast on his feet than on his broom. But the risk was already taken, and all he had to do was leap forward and capture the golden ball. Draco just about had it-
The hand with the Snitch in it was pressed firmly against his chest as he tumbled across the ground. The very hard ground. And Merlin's beard, Draco Malfoy actually just caught the Golden Snitch for he first time in his 5 years of Quidditch. Was he dreaming? Probably not, due to the pain in the limp hand that held the weakly fluttering Golden Snitch. He hissed at the pain and stood, cradling his hand against his chest and looking up. It seemed that everyone in the stadium had frozen until a small green dot, high up in the stands, gave a loud whoop and then the whole Quidditch team was swooping down. The Gryffindors were amazed, and they flew down calmly. Draco could see Harry distinctly, his dark head being the last one down.
All of the Slytherins were chanting and patting Draco on the back, forming a circle around him and gazing hungrily at the Snitch in his pale hands. The crowd seemed to be breaking though, as none other than Harry Potter came through and smirked at Draco.
"Congratulations." His hand came forward to shake, much like when Draco extended his in 1st year. But this time, Draco clasped it, and over come with pure elation and extacy, yanked Harry forward and planted a full kiss on his mouth. He tasted like crisp wind and pumpkin juice, lips chapped and Draco felt like they fit perfectly against his. Harry's hand came forward to rest on his bicep, squeezing tightly, and the blonde flicked his tongue forward just before his counterpart pulled away with a stunned expression.
The entire stadium was dead silent, eyes locked on Draco and Harry. Their bodies were still close together, and it was almost so quiet that Draco could only hear the blood rushing in his ears and to his cheeks, and the light panting of the teen in front of him. His own mouth opened and close wordlessly, trying to think of something to say, before Harry pressed a finger to his lips and opened his own mouth.
"Draco…I think we should go talk about this," the blonde almost sighed in relief that Harry didn't want to punch him, "Or we may be doing no talking at all." Draco's breath caught, now worried all over again, until one of his green eyes winked.
Before they took off from the Quidditch Pitch, the almost forgotten Golden Snitch fluttered up between them, and Harry snatched it, much like he did to Draco's heart.
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Blaise Zabini was a terrible person. His conception of following the rules was to follow the one and only street one; break all of them. And, well, not get caught. And he was very well practiced in not getting caught. Especially when it came to Draco Malfoy, who was a little bit more reckless with him actions. And words. Especially the ones revolving around Harry Potter. And when it involved Harry Potter, Draco had a mouthful. But he would always dance around his actual feelings towards Potter, the git, and Blaise therefore had to steal the Veritaserum from Snape's supply closet. Which wasn't easy. But slipping it into Draco's drink was easy on one faithful Saturday morning. Said blonde was too busy staring at Potter across the Great Hall.
The next thing everyone knew, Draco was charging across the Hall to sit at the Gryffindor table. He sat next to Potter and instead of insulting like he usually would, Draco began telling him and the whole Hall what he liked about Harry. From his eyes (which matched Slytherin green better) to his hair (which complimented Draco's perfectly) and then to his lips (which would look really good kissing Draco or sucking his dick). Harry simply smiled and squeezed Draco's upper thigh, pinkie brushing against the crease of his leg and crotch. The dark haired boy gazed knowingly over at Blaise before pulling Draco (by the hand) out of the Hall while everyone stared at them (and Draco stared at Harry's ass and talked about how fuckable it was).
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