Written for Claire.
16. Draco and Harry
On a cool Sunday afternoon, Harry and Draco had both decided to go to the Quidditch pitch to practice their flying techniques for the coming game. A small group of students had made their way to the stands to watch the pair practice simultaneously.
Draco was showing off to the Slytherin students that had congregated on the eastern end of the pitch: diving, swerving between the goal posts, flying at high speed from one end to the other, and frequently swooping the students from the other houses.
As the sky grew increasingly darker, the remainder of the students left watching the Slytherin and the Gryffindor compete left the stands to go to the Great Hall. When the last student had left, Harry and Draco flew down to land on the grass side by side.
"That move you did just before, what do you call it?" Draco asked curiously as he entwined his fingers with the dark haired boy.
Harry chuckled. "I call it 'Kicking your butt for show'." When he saw the look he was receiving from the Slytherin, his smile faded. "Drake, you know I'm only kidding."
"I know." Draco smiled at the bewildered Harry. "I can't believe you thought I thought you were serious."
Harry chuckled again as he softly pressed his lips to the Slytherin boys forehead. "I love you."
"I love you too."