CHAPTER 3

AN: The things in the parentheses are supposed to be stricken through but the formatting won't allow me to make them so :(

(Malfoy) Draco,

I have two free tickets to a Holyhead Harpies' game this weekend. I would like for you (to go on a date with me) accompany me if you are free.

Harry

Harry,

(I'm glad you owled.)

I would love to. I haven't been to a Quidditch game in ages.

Draco

Draco wasn't at all surprised to find out that the "free tickets" Harry got were not only for front row stands but was actually for the best stand in the pitch, exclusively for their use. He figured that it only made sense because the captain of the Harpies was, after all, Ginevra Weasley but what he couldn't figure out was why Harry had invited him.

2 and a half weeks ago Draco had half expected his owl to go unanswered, or more likely to be answered in a less than pleasant manner, yet here he was now sitting beside Harry Potter himself as if they were best mates.

Draco stole a sideway glance at Harry's face. It was positively bursting with happiness and excitement as he watched and cheered intently and passionately. He was frankly more interested in watching the dark haired man than the game but Draco made sure that he wasn't too obvious. The man was glaringly straight and it wouldn't their budding new friendship any good for Harry to feel uneasy towards Draco for any reason whatsoever.

The crowds suddenly erupted in cheers loud enough to shake their stand as Ginevra thrust her fist in the air, the golden snitch struggling in her tiny but firm grasp.

Harry was on his feet cheering with them. He turned sideways and glanced down at Draco.

Harry smiled at Draco, positively beaming at him. Draco found himself smiling back, the sound of the crowd fading away. Ginvera Weasley ceased to exist. Draco's world shrunk down to the size of their stand where the center of his very existence became Harry Potter and his perfect smile.

After the game ended and the crowds cleared Harry and Draco went down to congratulate the players.

"Harry!" Ginny greeted as she rushed over and gave the man a hug.

"Congratulations Gin! You were fantastic."

"I was wasn't I?"

"And still humble I see." Harry said with a laugh.

Draco stood beside Harry, feeling a little out of place but he couldn't interrupt the happy couple's celebration. It was after all a well-deserved win and a sterling performance.

Ginerva stepped back and for the first time seemed to notice Draco.

"Oh." Her face was a picture of mild surprise. "Hi Malfoy. I'm sorry, I got too excited I didn't see you there right away."

"It's okay. Congratulations, it was a wonderful game." Draco said with a polite smile.

Ginevra glanced over to Harry with an odd look on her face and then back to Draco, as if she was sizing him up. Just then Valmai Morgan came running up behind Weasley and called out. "Hey Captain! What's taking so long out there! The party can't start without you!"

"Be right there!" Ginerva called out.

"Harry James Potter, we'll talk about this later." She said mysteriously in a tone that scarily resembled one of Pansy's.

She then turned to Draco and did the most puzzling thing. She smiled at him, gave him a brief and awkward hug and then trotted off to the direction of their team lockers with Valmai in tow.

"What was that about?" Draco asked Harry. Harry laughed nervously, a curious flush on his face. "It was-"

Whatever it was Draco never got to find out as a loud voice bellowed from behind them.

"Draco? Is that you?" Both men turned towards the voice.

The man jogged down to where they stood. "Oliver?" Draco said shocked. "I didn't know you still played for Puddlemere United. I didn't see you in the game."

"I wasn't. I've been on the reserve team ever since I dislocated my shoulder from a nasty bludger hit. Hasn't quite fully healed yet." He said with a grin. "Hullo Harry, it's been ages."

"Yeah. I didn't know you two were friends."

"We weren't." Oliver said.

"Then how—"

"We dated." The Keeper answered.

"You're gay?" Harry asked Oliver then turned to Draco. "You're gay?" He repeated.

Oliver laughed. "Yeah."

Draco stayed silent.

"Listen, I have to get going but please send me an owl or floo me whenever you're free. I would love to… catch up." Oliver was never one to be subtle his tone was positively a come on. Damn Gryffindor, Draco thought.

As they watched Oliver's retreating form Harry asked "So Oliver huh?" his face unreadable.

"It was a long time ago." Draco found himself saying. "It was nothing serious."

Harry heaved a sigh. Draco found it worrisome, unsure how to interpret it.

AN: More to come! Thank you for reading!