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Chapter 13: What's a Little Quidditch Between Lovers?

The day was perfect – weather-wise, that is. For Draco, this was probably going to be one of the worse days that he spent at Hogwarts this year. Today was the infamous quidditch match between Slytherin and Gryffindor.

If Draco could have it his way, he wouldn't even try. He wouldn't even put up a fight for the snitch. He would let Harry win. Things weren't as easy as that, though. Deep down he knew that if he lost, there would be a lot of trouble tonight in the common room. Unfortunately, the whole room situation wasn't completely settled yet. Draco already knew he wouldn't be sleeping tonight.

He stood across from Harry and smirked back at his unsure opponent. Harry was obviously battling his own mind as well. Draco hadn't told Harry what losing could mean for him, but Draco could see that Harry was thinking of going easy on Draco simply because he wanted to be nice.

"On my whistle." Madam Hooch said, snapping the two nervous players out of their trance. A second later, Draco found himself in the air without a clue as to how he even got there. It was as if he was on auto-pilot.

He watched Harry out of the corner of his eye as sweat began to form on his forehead. He was getting more frightened by the moment as he looked around at his housemates. They were all sneering at him from both the air and the stands.

The game went on like this for hours, and eventually the score was 120 – 100. Slytherin was winning and Harry was looking more and more worried by the minute. Draco knew the choice that Harry had made. He wasn't going to give up a Quidditch game. Not for Draco, and not for anyone. Draco took this into account and decided to go all out as well.

Just then, Draco saw Harry speed off in the other direction. Alarmed, Draco followed suit with twice as much speed, determined not to let Harry win.

"Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter are battling it out for the snitch as they have many times before! Well, everybody, we know how this will end… the same way Gryffindor has defeated Slytherin so many times before!" Lee Jordan sang out from the stands. "Hope you all enjoyed the-"

Harry saw it out of the corner of his eye. Nott had beaten a bludger straight at them. He knew it wasn't meant for him. It was heading towards Draco at an alarming rate. Before Harry could so much as move, he heard a loud crack from beside him as Draco's hand enveloped the snitch.

He then watched, as if paralyzed, as his boyfriend fell from his broom with the small golden ball still clenched in his hand.

Silence filled the field as Harry snapped out of his state and dove quickly towards the ground. He caught Draco, pulled him into his arms and finished a very impressive Wronsky Feint as the crowd cheered. Stopping as quickly as possible, he laid Draco down on the grass and noticed for the first time what the cracking sound he had heard must have been.

Draco's beautiful white hair was far from its usual color. Mixed into it were shades of dirt and, frighteningly, blood. The blood was quickly spreading as if it were a hair dye. Tears filled his eyes as he was hastily shoved away by Madame Pomfrey and Snape.

"Oh, dear. Oh, dear, oh dear, oh dear." Madame Pomfrey said in almost a whisper. "Severus, please help me bring him to the hospital wing immediately." Snape said nothing but scooped up his godson in his arms as Harry had seen him do many times before, and followed the nurse into the castle.

"Um… Slytherin wins." Lee Jordan simply said with a shrug.

Harry couldn't move. He simply sat in the grass as all of the teams headed into the locker rooms and the houses left the stands.

"Nice save, Golden Boy." Harry unconsciously curled his hands into fists. He leapt to his feet and spun around.

"LEAVE HIM ALONE!" He screamed. He couldn't think of anything else to say.

"Aww, I'm sorry, Potter, but we just can't do that. You see, your little boyfriend is scum, and do you know what has to be done with scum?"

Silence.

"It needs to be cleaned, Potter."

"You could have killed him."

"I know. It's too bad that it didn't work out the way I was hoping-"

BAM.

Silence again.

"You did NOT just hit me, Potter." The Slytherins quickly moved in on Harry.

"Don't touch him." Harry spun around to see his teammates quickly running to his side.

"So, Nott. You were willing to give up the game for a cheap shot at your own player?" Katie Bell said, raising an eyebrow.

"How classy." Harry smirked as Hermione ran up to the crowd of Quidditch players.

"What do you say to the old rule: An eye for an eye?" Ron said, quickly advancing on Nott. Harry hastily pulled him back.

"That is ENOUGH." Professor McGonigall shouted as she scurried towards the two quarreling teams. "Everyone to your common rooms IMMEDIATELY." Both teams turned to leave. "Not you, Nott." Theodore turned around slowly.

"Why not? It was just a mistake."

"Professor Dumbledore wishes to have a word. Follow me."

Harry watched them both leave, hoping that the school would be rid of the foul creature soon enough.

"Harry, you were brilliant." Hermione said, rubbing his back. "Don't worry, he'll be fine. He always is."

Harry hoped with all of his heart that Hermione's streak of always being right wasn't going to end with her last statement.