Q is for Quidditch
AN: Did anybody not see this coming? :| It's pretty obvious what Q would be right? :p
JoanneAStorm: I KNOW D: I realized it RIGHT AFTER I UPLOADED DDDXXX I was like "No...I couldn't have...NOOOO!" DX I'll go back and fix it like all the other chapters after. It's butterBEER not butterBEAR however hilarious that image is XD. And I'm sorry to say I'm not all that big on writing lemons. I might have one or two more, maybe a lime but other then that, most of this stuff is fluffy and/or depressing.
Harry gasped lightly, almost silently, arching his back. A hand was under his shirt, lightly tracing the area around his left nipple, teasingly brushing against it then dancing away. "Draco! Stop teasing!" Harry whined, pushing his chest up into the touch. Draco chuckled and kissed Harry's cheek sweetly. "Patience love. All in due time." Draco whispered in his ear and Harry shuddered. "I hate to remind you . . . really hate to, but we don't have time! We have to be on the Quidditch field in five minutes!" Harry hissed and he felt Draco freeze, lips pressed against his neck. Then he sighed and turned away, straightening his Quidditch gear. "You're right of course. And if we don't show up, the game can't exactly start right?" Draco smirked over his shoulder at Harry's disheveled state. "Yeah . . . and then Gryffindor wouldn't be able to wipe the floor with Slytherin again." Harry smirked, his face sporting a cheeky grin. Draco chuckled and grabbed Harry's chin as he passed by to the door. "Smart little right bint aren't you?" He asked, voice low and sultry.
Harry pressed himself up against Draco, nose to nose with the boy. "I'm pretty sure I'm not the bint in this relationship." He muttered, looking Draco straight in the eyes. "Oh you are most definately the bint, you're too pretty not to be." Draco answered as Harry chuckled. "Everyone always says you're the pretty one." Harry responded. "But I'm not the one who takes it up the-!"
"DRACO! HARRY! GET YOUR PONCEY ARSES OUT HERE!"
Both boys sighed, their good-hearted banter interrupted by Ginny Weasley's shrill voice. "Merlin that girl inherited Molly Weasley's lungs and temper." Draco hissed as he rubbed foreheads with Harry. "Of course she did, she's the only girl. Now what say we go out there before she starts ranting? Trust me, you won't like that." Harry purred and Draco groaned. "I suppose we must." He sighed as if he was suffering before grasping Harry's hand tightly and leading him out of the Slytherin locker rooms. Right outside the door were Ginny and Marcus Flint. Marcus threw his hands in the air in exasperation. "Finally! Please, can you two drag the magnets you call lips away from one another for about ten minutes to play single game of Quidditch?" Marcus yelled and Harry, at least, had the decency to blush. Draco however merely smirked in a smug way. "Of course Marcus. Let's go then." Draco stated and departed with a final, chaste kiss to Harry's lips.
Harry stood in the doorway with a dreamy look on his face until he saw Ginny. Ginny was standing, her arms crossed, hip cocked to the left and a look that said 'you're kidding me' loud and clear on her face. Harry blushed and ducked his head, clearing his throat. "Right, well, let's get on with it then." Harry started, marching past Ginny. "Harry, you still have the pre-game speech." Ginny reminded as she followed behind. The only answer was Harry's long, loud groan.
Harry shifted nervously, fully aware of the knowing looks his teammates were giving him. The minute he'd walked through the door the twins had given identical wolf-whistles and jeered at him good-naturedly. Everyone else hid smiles and snickers but had enough class not to say anything. The twins were another story.
"Alright there Harry?"
"Yeah, alright there 'smart little, right bint?'"
"Oh no dear brother. If I recall, Draco is supposedly the bint."
"YOU BASTARDS!" Harry crowed, face beet red. "You used your products on me and Draco to eavesdrop on our conversations? I can't believe you would betray me like that! I can't believe you'd do that to me!" He squeakked and the twins looked sufficiently cowed. "No harm meant Harry. It was just a spot of fun." George muttered, ignoring Harry's rapidly coloring face. "You . . . you . . . I'll deal with you later!" Harry sighed, scrubbing his face with both his hands. "All right. Here we go. It's time to go out there and do what we always do the best; plow down Slytherin." Harry said, and the others agreed heartily. "And don't worry, my relationship won't get in the way. On the field, I don't love Draco." Harry reassured and then froze. "I-I mean, I do love Draco, just not while we're . . . I mean, we-we're only rivals on the field and all other feelings are . . . what I mean is . . ." Harry stopped and the room was enveloped in silence. Finally Harry just put his face in his hands. "Just do your best and whip their arses." He groaned as his voice was muffled by his hands.
His teammates just chuckled a reply and shuffled out one by one until it was just Harry and Ginny. "I hate my life." Harry pouted, resting his head against the red-head who was the same size as him. "Oh Harry, this is all just part of being a teen. Now suck it up and catch that snitch." Ginny snorted, and threw Harry's Firebolt at him before leaving the room. Harry sighed and followed her.
It was nearly thirty minutes into the game and Harry had yet to even glance the snitch. Draco was on the opposite side of the pitch, both of them were flying aimlessly. "And the lovebirds Malfoy and Potter are on opposites sides of the pitch still. However, we all know that eventually the polar magnets on their faces will attract each other and-!"
"MR. LEE!"
"Sorry professor, just trying to stick to the truth of the background story." Jordan Lee stated and Harry could practically hear the shit-eating grin on his face. "Stuff it Lee!" He yelled as he flew over the commentator's box. "And there's Potter, always with a quirky saying or comeback." A low rumbling of laughter fell through the crowd. Harry rolled his eyes and was about to say something else when he saw it. The golden flash right in the middle of the pitch, lazily floating back and forth. He was off like a shot, absently noticing Draco heading the same way, but head-on at him. Amazingly the snitch wasn't moving, staying perfectly right in the middle of the pitch. They were both approaching at dangerously high speeds. the crowd was blocked out, their entire world went away until only the snitch was in view, the only important thing. Swooping, dodging players, side-swiping bludgers, both boys gained on the snitch. Closer . . . closer . . . both put their hands out to catch the little yellow ball. Closer . . . Harry could feel the wings on his fingertips, now the cold metal, the ridges around the snitch, and YES!
Harry came to a complete, sudden stop and stared, blinking. Then he looked up at Draco who was also staring at him. The crowd was deathly quiet, not a sound being made. Even Jordan Lee was quiet. All the players had stopped and were also watching the two. Then a slow smile crossed both their faces and they both burst out laughing. They brought their brooms closer and shared a small kiss. Finally, the crowd went wild with noise and teammates of both sides were congratulating the boys on a job very well done. For the small, gold snitch was clasped between two hands; one copper bronze and one porcelain white.