Hey hey lovelies. Sorry about the short chapter. I will update as soon as I can with a new, longer installment.

In the meanwhile, enjoy ^^

Draco came to his next match. He sat in the stands and he put up with hisses of protest and clicking cameras and resentful mutterings. He ignored distasteful comments and cheered for Harry. It wasn't easy or pleasant but he did it. And Harry loved him even more for it, if such a thing was possible.

His eyes narrowed in on a glint of golden light at the end of the pitch. By pure instinct, he took off like a bolt of lightning, chasing it down. He could feel the Harpies Seekers' relentless pursuit and the crowd blurred around him. He had to catch the Snitch. Draco was out here putting up with shite for him. The least he could do was not let him down.

The Snitch hedged to the right in a flutter. His opponent saw it first and jagged across the pitch. With a howl of frustration, Harry gave chase. She was well ahead of him and his only hope was offense. Harry made up his mind. He knew exactly what he needed to do.

He swooped around until he was bearing to the left. The turbulence nearly threw him off balance but the decrease in drag enabled a much faster flight. She was inches away and just as her hand reached out to grab the snitch, he swooped above her and pulled off the twist. Her eyes widened in surprise as Harry almost but not quite knocked into her and she lurched in mid-air, barely steadying herself and keeping from falling. It was one millisecond of an advantage, and it was all he needed to snatch the Snitch right out of the air.

A perfectly executed Malfoy Manoeuvre.

The crowd howled and Harry raised his fist in triumph, bearing the Snitch. It was his. He swooped around the pitch, his eyes raking the crowd for the one person he wanted to see.

Even in the mass of thousands, Draco's blond hair was easily visible. Harry grinned and flew down to him, ignoring the referee's whistle. Draco laughed as he hovered above him, eyes shining with mirth and delight. "Tell me you didn't just do that," he managed, incredulity lacing his voice.

Harry grinned and shrugged in answer. "For you," he declared, presenting the snitch to Draco. The camera flashes around them almost blinded him and the crowd's disapproving rumble surged. For a second, Draco hesitated. He gazed up at Harry with doubt in his silver eyes, and Harry's jaw tightened. "They can all fuck off for all I care," he declared. "Every day with you is worth it."

Draco's brilliant smile was everything he could have ever hoped for. The blond took the Snitch and Harry grabbed his wrist, tugging him forward. "Let's give the bastards something to write about," he whispered against his lips.

Draco closed his eyes and melted into the kiss. A thousand cameras went off around them.

And Harry truly didn't give a fuck.

"I won't do it," Andromeda declared, lifting her chin stubbornly. Her entire body was rigid and her cheeks were tinted with a rosy blush. Her arms were crossed, giving her the look of something both alluring and vulnerable. Lucius liked it.

He smirked in an utterly unrepentant manner and waved The Prophet in her face. The image of Potter glued to his son's mouth - nauseating as it was - only served to prove his point. "We had a deal, my dear," he drawled. "Surely you don't mean to go back on it? Where is your sense of honour?"

"But…"

"But nothing, Andromeda. It was a most specific wager. You were utterly dismissive of my genius." Andromeda responded with a rather unladylike snort which he chose to ignore. "Your exact words I believe were that this would blow up in my face. Well, see for yourself. Draco is obviously happy and the marriage is secure. My… delicate engineering of circumstance has not left anyone worse for wear. I think it is time for you to bow down gracefully and accept defeat."

Andromeda glanced at The Prophet reluctantly. "They do seem happy," she admitted softly. Then recalling her predicament, she scowled at her smirking companion. "But that does not mean I am compelled to indulge your outrageous demands!"

"Fair is fair, my lady," Lucius smirked. "You lost the wager. Now pay your dues."

Andromeda flushed, utterly mortified. "Lucius, please! I… it's been so long. I haven't… not since Ted…"

Lucius' face softened and he held out a hand. "I'll take you through it," he promised. She hesitated and he felt compelled to voice a plea. "Please, Andromeda. I just want it so much." Those silver eyes seemed to look right through her. Andromeda teetered, before finally giving in. "You are a manipulative cad," she declared, placing a shaky hand in his large, firm one. The contact made her cheeks flare, but Lucius looked stoic and marble like as ever. Still, the warmth reached his eyes as he gazed at her.

"Thank you," he whispered gratefully. "Please, follow me."

Andromeda willed her shaking limbs to follow him. He led her to the centre of the almost bare room and she gasped softly. "I… I can't, Lucius. I…"

"It's alright," he soothed immediately. "I promise it will be wonderful. Please, come here."

She stepped closer to him. The scent of expensive cologne washed over her. Andromeda took a shuddering breath and placed a shaking hand on Lucius' shoulder. He sighed softly - almost in relief, it seemed - and placed a gentle hand on the small of her back. The warm weight settled her somewhat and she felt almost calm.

"Ready when you are," she whispered.

Lucius smiled and raised his wand. The music spell washed over the room and Andromeda sighed as the soothing melody of La Serenade wash over her. Lucius moved and she followed gracefully, melting into his larger frame as he led her with ease and precision. She laughed out as he executed a playful spin and twirled back in his arms gracefully.

"I can see why you missed ballroom dancing so much," she smiled as he turned her around gently and enveloped her in his arms. "You're brilliant."

"You make me brilliant," he replied softly. "And for that, I thank you." His fingers flexed against her back, as if he wanted to pull her closer. Andromeda smiled softly and stepped forward, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and leaning against his chest. She closed her eyes, basking in warm contentment as Lucius continued to sway her to the music.

Neither noticed two pairs of eyes, watching from the foyer with apparent amusement.

"Bit of a shock?" Harry enquired, not entirely able to read the blond's blank expression.

Draco scoffed. "It's a relief actually. They've been tip-toeing around each other for years. Oh, remind me to talk to Blaise, will you? He owes me ten galleons."

Harry gave him a playful shove which Draco returned. As silently as they had entered, they padded away. Inside, La Serenade played on and Lucius Malfoy smiled as he held a wonderful woman in his arms once again.

Reviews are love ^^ Why should Lucius get all the cuddles? *pouts*

PS: How many of you thought he was asking for a lot more than a dance? You durty perverts *snicker*