Fallen Angel

A/N: Shall we have a Quidditch game? I think we shall, ease the tension a bit. :)

November, 1996, and Stella Silverwater, seventh year Ravenclaw, sat in the commentator's box of the Quidditch stands. "Hello everybody, and welcome to the first Quidditch game of the season, and it's the big one. The Braveheart Gryffindors take on those Slippery Slytherins, in the ultimate battle of skill, endurance and tactics. As we all know, Gryffindor and Slytherin are arch rivals, but will the relationship of their Seekers, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy respectively, effect the end result? Let's find out, as here come the teams! For Gryffindor, we have Potter, the best looking if I do say so myself, Weasley, Weasley, Bell, Robins, Peakes and Coote! And for Slytherin, we have Urqhart, Bletchley, Vaisey, Warrington, Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy! The captains shake hands as the referee, Madame Hooch, steps into the pitch."

"Now I want a nice clean game. No cheating. Into positions!" The players flew into position, with the lead chasers, Urqhart and Ginny, hovering close to the referee, waiting for the Quaffle to be released and the game to begin. "Three, two, one…" The whistle blew, the Quaffle became airborne, and the game began.

"And we're off. It's Weasley with the Quaffle and she's speeding down the pitch! Go on Ginny! I've always liked that girl, dead feisty. She speeds down the pitch, going for goal…NO! That's a foul! That's Blatching that is! Urqhart aimed for her specifically to knock her off! Boo to Slytherin!"

"Silverwater!" Professor McGonagall hissed. "Unbiased!"

"Sorry Professor. Urqhart races down the pitch, passes to Warrington, who throws it, but Weasley saves it! He throws it back to his sister, who throws to Robins. She weaves, but is intercepted by Vaisey." Silverwater continued, this time with less enthusiasm," I personally would have performed a Woollongong Shimmy there, but of course, I can't comment on tactics because I'm not a player because apparently I'm not good enough. No-ho." She whined, annoyance and resentment towards Ravenclaw's captain in her voice, who in return simply rolled his eyes.

"Silverwater…" McGonagall once again warned, her voice louder than before.

"Sorry Professor. I'm still right though. And Bell scores! Ten points to Gryffindor! Come on Bravehearts. But hang on, what's happening with our Seekers?"

Up in the air, Draco and Harry were having a lovers' tiff. "You take it when the time comes."

"No way Draco, you take it. You've never won."

"Harry, take it, I really don't mind."

"Nor me. Take it Draco."

The blond sighed. "Look, why don't we just fight for it, like normal?"

"Alright deal."

"OK. Catch me if you can Potter!" Draco shouted the last bit, falling into routine, grinning, as he sped downwards. Harry followed close behind.

"Looks like Malfoy's spotted the Snitch! This will be a quick game. Ever noticed how cute Malfoy is?" Silverwater wondered aloud.

"I'm not cute! I'm refined and handsome!" Draco shouted back.

"And have you ever noticed how hot Potter is? He's dreamy! Shame he's taken. Oh well. A girl can dream…" the brunette trailed off as she started to daydream about Merlin knows what, before a sharp tap on the head from Professor McGonagall's wand called her around from her stupor. "Sorry, went to the clouds for a minute there. They're still going for it!" She stood up now, edging closer to the front of the box. "Come on boys, but please don't hurt yourselves. Down, down, down…ooh, they just pull up in the nick of time as Malfoy comes to a relaxed stop. I do believe that was a Wronskei Feint that Malfoy executed there. Made famous, of course, by Viktor Krum. I'm so glad they didn't get hurt. Oh could you imagine if they could? Oh poor boys…"

"Silverwater!" McGonagall raised her voice now, temper rising.

"Sorry Professor…"

The game continued like this for some time, until, 90 minutes later, Harry finally spotted the Snitch. The rain had started half an hour ago, and it was now hammering down. His vision was blurred, despite the Impervius charm he had cast on his glasses, but a flash of lightening had reflected off of the golden casing of the Snitch, and Harry had seen it. Now, he was chasing it up higher and higher into the clouds, Draco hot on his tail. Suddenly, it swerved right, and Draco, who was on Harry's right flank, had the advantage of the tighter turn, so pulled level. Now both boys were neck and neck. The Snitch continued to weave. On more than one occasion, vision became so poor, the boys relied on the hope that the little ball hadn't changed course and continued after it, spotting it again moments later.

At one point, the Snitch went through a particularly thick cloud, and on emerging through it, both were confronted with a Bludger, which unfortunately caught Draco's broom and sent him flying to the ground. Quick as a flash, Harry caught the Snitch, did a 180 degree spin, and followed after the falling boy, getting low on the wood beneath him to get as fast and as stream-lined as possible. Just before the ground, Harry flew underneath his boyfriend and caught him in his arms, bridal style, before lowering them to the ground.

"Are you alright? Are you hurt?" Harry asked, hands roaming everywhere as he checked for injuries.

Draco chuckled and caught the other's hands. "I'm fine. Now don't you think you better announce that the game is over?"

"Together." Harry put the Snitch half in his own hand, half in Draco's, and both lifted it high to the cheer of everyone in the stands as the whistle blew.

"I don't believe it! They both caught the Snitch! Potter and Malfoy caught it simultaneously! Has that even happened before? I don't think it has, has it?" Silverwater asked, whipping her head from left to right looking for answers, all the time unknowingly hitting Professor Flitwick in the face with her ponytail.

Madame Hooch landed on the ground with the seekers. "Who caught the Snitch first?"

"We both did Madame Hooch. We both caught it before the Bludger hit Draco's broom. He being hit meant the Snitch slipped out of his fingers. But we did both catch it together." Harry answered

"Alright. 150 points to both teams, meaning that by ten points, Gryffindor wins!" This was met with uproars from the red and gold stand, and polite applause from the Slytherins. The teams landed on the ground and congratulated their seekers, and each other, before separating and going their own ways to their changing rooms.

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It was later that night when Harry snuck down to Draco's room. He wore a simple pair of blue acid-wash jeans and a blue checked shirt. Quietly, he knocked on the door, hoping the other wasn't asleep. His prayers were answered when the door opened to reveal Draco, whose face broke into a genuine smile when he saw who it was. The boy was wearing low riding black jeans and a black shirt.

"Hey. Come in, I was just having a drink." He stepped aside to let the other in, pecking him on the lips as he entered. "Help yourself to some Firewhiskey."

"Thanks." Harry pored himself a measure and sat himself down in his armchair. "How are you? You didn't get hurt as you fell did you? The Bludger did miss you, right?"

Draco chuckled. "I'm fine. Stop worrying. Though, to be honest, I don't think I would have been had you not caught me. Thank you. I owe you."

"You owe me nothing Draco. It's fine."

Draco smiled. "Thank you."

"Hermione and Ron have finally give in to their feelings. She's just snogged him in the common room."

"Ew, gross. Not my kind of thing. But good for them. About time too."

"Yeah."

"So, heard anything from Tom yet?"

"Nope. He seems to be staying away from contact with me. That's logical though. Should Dumbledore attempt to use Legillemens on me to read my mind, we wouldn't want him seeing my meetings and talks with Tom because that would blow everything."

"What about Remus? Heard anything form him yet?"

"No. But to be honest, I'm not expecting a quick reply from him. I mean think about it. My father was his best friend, and my mother was the first person to know about his lycanthropy and help him through it. And now their son is asking him to side with the man who murdered them. I can understand him taking his time, and I can understand him saying no, but I want him to say yes."

"Because you don't want to hate him."

Harry sighed. "Yes. And because he's the only link I have to them, especially after Sirius' death. I don't want to lose that too. And anyway, Remus is like my father figure. I can't bear to disappoint him." He bowed his head in shame.

Draco instantly shot off his seat and kneeled in front of his boyfriend. He reached out and took both of the brunet's hands in his own. "Hey, look at me. Harry look at me." Gently, he reached out and took Harry's chin in his hand, raising his head so that silver eyes looked into emerald. "Remus, Sirius, and your parents will always be proud of you, no matter who you side with, because in the end, you are being you, not what people want you to be. You are fighting for a good cause and carrying on their work to make a unified, equal, safe place to live. How could they not be proud? Don't ever doubt yourself Harry Potter. Ever." Draco stood up and pulled the other with him, embracing him. They stood like that for a while, content in each other's arms, before Draco pulled away. "Stay with me tonight."

"Draco, I can't…"

"Harry, it's late. You can't be seen out of your dorm now. Please?"

Harry looked into the other's eyes and slowly nodded, before allowing himself to be pulled onto the bed. They wrapped their arms around each other and stared into each other's eyes before sleep consumed them.

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Harry awoke first. He first noticed that he wasn't in his own dorm. He secondly noticed he had still got his clothes on. Thirdly, he noticed he wasn't in his own dorm. And finally, he noticed the arms around him, and his arms around somebody. Looking down, he smiled when he saw Draco asleep in his arms. It seemed that Draco had managed to fall asleep before he had had the chance to remove his clothes too. Now, in the stillness of the night and the hue of the moon, Harry had a proper look at his boyfriend.

Starting from the top, Harry noticed that Draco's hair was not just white blond, but it was a hint of yellow blond too. But the moon light made it shine like the highest calibre silver any goblin could ever source. His eyebrows matched too. His eyelashes were perfectly white, and they seemed to go on forever. Harry knew that hidden under those eyelids were eyes that could range from stormy grey skies, to molten mercury silver orbs. Travelling further down, Harry reached his nose. An angular, aristocratic nose. His mouth, perfectly shaped. His skin, flawless. That throat. It was dying to be kissed, so Harry did just that. He placed a gentle kiss on Draco's Adam's apple. Then, very slowly, he started to move the kisses upward onto Draco's face, before kissing every inch of his face. Finally, Harry moved his lips to the other boys, where he felt the other boy respond. Pulling back, Harry was surprised to see silver eyes looking back at him. "How long have you been awake?"

"Just before you woke up. I saw you stir and pretended to be asleep in case you wanted to go back to sleep yourself. Besides, I couldn't fall back to sleep myself because I felt your eyes piercing me. Which, might I say, look a lot better without the glasses."

"So why didn't you open your eyes sooner and let me know you were awake?"

"Because I enjoyed the attention you were paying me."

Harry whacked the other lightly on the arm. "Big head."

Draco just smiled. "You love me really."

What Harry said next came as a shock to Draco. "Yeah I do."

Draco's eyes slowly widened and his mouth slowly opened as what he had just been told sank in. "Really?"

"Yes. I love you Draco Malfoy."

"And I love you, Harry Potter." Draco lent forward and captured the other's lips in a slow, sensuous kiss, trying to put across his love for the other. Harry happily returned the favour. Draco slowly rolled them over so that he dominated Harry, hovering over him. When air became a problem, they pulled away, resting their heads against each other.

Draco stared at the other boy and waited for him to open his eyes. Once he did, he spoke. "Harry, I want you, so much. I need you to know where this will go if we continue this. I'm willing to wait if you want me to, but I need you."

Harry reached up with his right hand and stroked the other's face, slowly trailing his hand down, over Draco's neck, until it rested on his chest. "Believe me, I don't want to wait. I want you to. I want this. I need you too. So please, don't stop." By now, both boys' breath was shorter and more haggard, as the reality of what they were about to do set in.

Draco shut his eyes tight at Harry's words, and when he opened them, Harry saw that they had given over to the darkness completely. Draco saw that Harry's eyes had also gone black with lust. Slowly he leaned down and recaptured the Gryffindor's lips, kissing him first slowly and softly, but becoming rougher as their need got the better of them. Their tongues met in a battle for dominance as Draco started to tease. With that, the two were lost to the world, until they eventually fell back into a deep sleep, once again wrapped up in each other.

A/N2: This chapter is one of the many chapters across all my stories that has been edited. As my profile says, if you have any questions regarding the changes to the stories, feel free to PM me and I'll gladly answer any questions you have.

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