Draco sat alone in the Great Hall. He'd stayed at Hogwarts for over the summer, almost no other had done this. He crossed his arms on the wooden table and rested his chin atop them. The hall seemed so empty it was almost scary. Draco let out a sigh in a huff, this made bleach blond bangs fall in front of his silvery eyes.
"Could it be any more absurdly boring here?" He grumbled rhetorically. He was wallowing so much into self-pity that he jumped when a familiar black haired man sat down next to him.
"I know, isn't it?" Harry sighed, propping his head up with his fist.
Draco's eyes shifted to Potter, his eyes narrowing in a slight glare, "Potter." He acknowledged.
"You're such a sour-puss, Draco." Harry scoffed with a laugh.
"Malfoy," The Slytherin corrected, "and I am not a sour-puss, I'm just bored out of my perfect skull!"
"Fair enough, I s'ppose…" He mused and closed his eyes before taking in a deep breath. "At least it's a nice day, you wanna go outside?"
"With you? Hardly." Draco said curtly. Well, he'd certainly like to spend time with the one and only Harry Potter, for he had a rather sizeable crush on the Gryffindor, but he had to keep up the act. He had a reputation to protect, and becoming openly gay was not about to ruin his last year of Hogwarts.
"Come on, we could have a seeker scrimmage! We could make a bet, if you like, best out of 10" Harry winked, knowing he had the other wizard hooked.
Draco sighed heavily, "I suppose. What would be the bet?"
"Looser will do whatever the winner wants for a whole 24 hours."
Draco narrowed his eyes in suspiciously scheming way, his mouth forming a haughty smirk. "Okay, Potter, but don't cry when I beat your sorry ass into the Quidditch field!"
With that, they set off for the field as Draco thinks of what he shall make Harry do when he's won.
Hey :) 2nd one's up, there will probably be a continuance of this, but only if I get reviews..maybe some encouragement that I'm not the worst writer in the world...critiques are also welcomed, just no flames please...:)