Title: Love's A Competition
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Words: 496
Author's Notes: Any copyright infringement was never intended.

Draco tore his eyes away from the crowd, cursing himself for not focusing on the match. He circled the pitch on his broom repeatedly as Potter's words before the match reverberated in his ears.

"This is the best chance you'll get, Malfoy. You better take advantage of it while you can."

He eyed Potter on the other side of the field but it seemed that he had not gotten any luck either. During the last five hours of the match, the Snitch had only made an appearance once and it disappeared before either Seeker had a chance to claim it.

A glimmer of gold caught the corner of his eye. The Snitch was hovering near the base of a goal post. Draco immediately swerved his broom 360 degrees before speeding off. He did not dare take his eyes off the little fluttering ball but he felt Harry's presence creeping closer and closer. Draco urged his broom faster, laying flat against it. He extended his arm in front of him as the Snitch neared. He was at the edge of his broom, stretching his fingers as far as they could possibly reach. Victory was almost in his grasp.

His fingers were about to close around the fluttering Snitch when Harry grunted behind him. The moment Draco hesitated, Harry was given the opportune moment, knocking him sideways to make a clear path for the Snitch. Draco lost grip of his broom and plunged towards the ground as the sea of orange roared victoriously. He hit the ground with a sickening crunch of his bones.

Amongst the cheers of the crowd, he heard an agonising scream. He felt nothing but white-hot pain radiating off most of his body. His leg was askew and a part of his bone had broken through the skin. He couldn't move his hand without pain shooting up the rest of his arm. He heard a pop as someone apparated to his side.

"Stop moving!" she chastised, forcing him to lay down on the grass. He clenched his eyes shut and groaned in agony. "I swear, you two are the most idiotic imbeciles I could ever meet. This sport is utterly ridiculous!"

"Malfoy, are you alright?" Harry asked, with the Snitch still in his hand.

"You could've killed him!" the woman screeched.

"Granger, I'm fine," he croaked.

"Shut up, Malfoy. You almost died."

The Mediwitch arrived on the scene and prepared to levitate Draco to the infirmary. Sensing his discomfort, Hermione took his uninjured hand in hers and gave him a weak smile. Harry followed the two of them across the field.

"I told you it would work," he said to the blond. "I think it's safe to say that for once, we're both victorious."

"What are you talking about, Harry?" Hermione asked, sensing that the two enemies had been up to something.

"As always, I got the Snitch and won the World Cup. But this time, Malfoy isn't walking away empty handed. He won you back."