The Quidditch pitch was bustling with a thunderous audience, whose cheers and screams shook the ground like an earthquake. The commentator ran a constant stream of adrenaline-pumping commentary as the players made several dramatic moves across the field. It was the first game of the Finals, and everyone was on their feet, cheering wildly. Most importantly, this was the debut of their Saviour, the Chosen One as a professional Quidditch player, which was an event worth witnessing in person. That was why the tickets had sold out within an hour, a miracle indeed.
Harry flew high above the others, scanning for the golden snitch. He knew his team was counting on him, and winning on his first match as the newest member was essential. His mind was filled with anxiety, as his dream of a championship slip further away. He found himself losing focus and his perception of the vivid colors on the pitch began fading, with each passing minute his mind was getting shallower. "THE SNITCH!" his mind screamed as a glimmer of light caught his attention. He flew swiftly with his Firebolt, he flew like he himself was the wind, roaring with pride as he caught the snitch with his outreached hands. The arena erupted with thunderous applause, perhaps even from the opposing team.
With the crowd in a fenzy after his impressive victory, his senses overwhelmed with joy, he turned around to see, his rival...recently turned love interest, Draco Malfoy smiling mischievously at him, standing in his crimson colour 'Potter' jersey while holding out 'POTTER IS THE BEST SEEKER EVER' banner towards him. Harry smirked back at him, and ignoring all the cheers from his teammates and spectators, he turned his broom towards his new snitch and flew hurriedly and desperately. They looked at each other, staring like if one of them blinked even once, the scene will fall into tiny pieces and drown in the world of dreams. As the two of them stared at one another, it was as if time itself stood still. Harry's heart was racing faster than ever before, and his dulled vision was quickly filling with a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors, painting everything in a shade he never knew existed.
Harry broke the trance with a witty remark. "So a brat can also keep promises?"
Draco kept his smile without uttering a word. He proceeded to pull Harry close, with his banner dropped, he gently seized his face. Both boys drew close to each other, lips inches away as his eyes locked into position, neither wanted to break this contact. "Now your turn", Draco reminded him. With one smooth movement, Harry leaned in and kissed Draco, shattering the moment but creating a memory forever. All at once everything fell away, including the noise of the crowd until the loud remarks of the announcer broke the silence, "LOOKS LIKE POTTER'S CAUGHT MALFOY'S LIPS ALONG WITH THE SNITCH". his voice boomed over the stadium, met with a deafening burst of jeers and whistles. "About time, mate", Ron quipped as he passed by the two star-crossed lovers, still wrapped up in a breathless kiss.
They finally broke off their kiss and looked at each other, still lost in their affection for one another. "Snogging a Death Eater in public, Potter? The Golden boy has been corrupted huh" Draco teased with his signature arrogant sneer. "Just shut up, git," Harry grumbled back with a whisper-yelling, pulling Draco into his arms.
Although the crowd of onlookers could not agree on how they felt about the public display of affection, one sentiment rang true for both boys: the world couldn't matter one bit while they had each other.