Harry sat in the orange and black chair beaming up at his scowling boyfriend. Draco stood behind the chair protectively, with his arms crossed. He was royally pissed that the Chudley Cannons coach only wanted to see his boyfriend to flirt, and even more pissed that coach was five minutes late. However, upon seeing Harry smiling up at him, he gave a small smile of his own, before pecking the boy.

"Sorry, I'm late!", cried a voice through the door. The voice revealed himself, as a 20-something blond, in a Chudley Cannons T-shirt, and sweatpants. Draco inwardly swore. A blond, with gray eyes, a six-pack, and fucking dimples? Was there no justice?! The coach smiled pleasantly at the two of them, but faltered upon seeing Draco's scowl.

"You must be the Hogwarts' cheerleading captain! It's a pleasure!", he said, sticking his hand out towards the blond.

"Oh. Is it?"

Harry pouted up at his boyfriend, clearly displeased at his rudeness. Draco sighed, before shaking the coach's hand.

"Draco Malfoy."

"Galvin Gudgeon."

"What a stupid name."

Harry groaned, before putting his head into his hands. Galvin gave a tight smile, and released Draco's hand.

"I have a slight suspicion, that you don't like me very much."

"Only a slight suspicion? Well, you obviously aren't Sherlock."

"I'm Harry Potter!", Harry smiled up at Gavin, and hurriedly held his hand out to shake the coach's.

Gaven smiled at the Gryffindor, before taking his hand, and kissing his knuckles. "And I, am very glad to me you."

Harry blushed, and the coach winked at him.

"And I, suggest-", Draco clenched his fists, and Gavin raised an eyebrow.

"That you get off of my man, before I use a few Unforgivables."

Harry blushed deeper. "Draco!"

"Your...man?" Gavin stood, and smiled at Draco, again. "Oh, I see. Ginevra didn't tell me he was taken."

Draco closed his eyes, and Harry could already hear Ginny's terrified shrieks. He winced, before giving Gavin an apologetic smile.

"Well, I am. Taken, that is. Sorry. Trust me, Ginny's going to be punished, for the inconvenience. Anyway, let's talk about cheerleading. I'd say, you're allowed to flirt, but..."

Harry grinned, before stage-whispering. "Draco's the jealous type."

Gavin raised an eyebrow, as Harry began counting down.

"Five...four...three...two...one..."

"What?!"

Harry smirked, and Gavin gave his own grin, as Draco defiantly crossed his arms.

"I am not the jealous type.", growled the Malfoy Heir.

"Oh?" Gavin winked at Harry knowingly, before running his finger's down the brunette's arm.

"Then I guess that means flirting is-"

"Absolutely unacceptable, and punishable by death.", hissed Draco, his wand pointing at Gavin throat.

Gavin laughed, his dimples showing, before holding up his hands in mock-surrender, and slowly backing away. Harry laughed at the two's antics, as well. Sitting behind his desk, Gavin pulled put some parchments, and two Ink-Me-Not-quills. "Alright, let's get down to business."