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He'll Be Fine

Request for @supercoollarry

- Draco gets hurt during quidditch and Harry can't stop thinking about it - 

Harry plopped himself down at the Gryffindor table for breakfast next to Ron. The redhead clapped his hand onto Harry's back.

"Ready for the big game, man?" He asked excitedly. Harry nodded with a grin, excitement and fear bubbling in his stomach. It was the game determining the winner of he Quidditch cup, Gryffindor versus Slytherin. The whole hall was buzzing with excitement. Harry felt something hit the back of his head, and he turned to find a crumpled piece of paper. He unfolded it to read, "ready to lose, Potter?" scribbled out. He rolled his eyes and turned to see Malfoy smirking at him and Harry simply crumpled the paper back up while making eye contact with the other boy. It was Harry's 6th year as seeker and Draco's 5th, so they had a little rivalry through quidditch. Not that they weren't rivals just overall, but quidditch always came to be another point of argument. Harry finished his breakfast and tried to calm his nerves.

It was finally time for the game. Tensions were high in the locker rooms as people tried to get pumped up. They formed a huddle to share encouraging rules and fist bumps. Before they knew it, it was time to go out onto the field. Madam Hooch's shouting just sounded like a muffled noise as Harry tried to focus on the game that was beginning. He mounted his broom along with the rest of the team and they were off. 

Harry's eyes darted around the field, looking for any sign of the snitch. He made eye contact with Draco from across the field who was presumably looking for the snitch just as Harry. The blonde flew across the field of players until he was a couple feet from Harry.

"Having trouble, are we?" He sneered.

"As if you've done anything yet." Harry spat back. Suddenly, he laid eyes on the snitch at the same time as Draco. They looked back at each other to share a look of understanding and then sped forwards towards the shimmering ball. Draco bumped the other boy with his side in an attempt to throw him off course. Then, Harry heard a familiar whoosh before seeing a bludger barreling towards the two of them.

"Watch out!" He found himself calling, but it was too late. The bludger hit Draco dead on in the chest, knocking him backwards off his broom and sending him tumbling towards the earth. The crowd gasped but the rest of the teams continued to play. Harry felt a pang of worry in his chest but shook it off momentarily. "He'll be fine." He tried to convince himself, continuing to chase after the snitch. He followed it around the pitch for what felt like forever. Slytherin was in the lead with the points so the pressure was on. The snitch was mere inches from Harry's fingers as he leaned forwards, nearly tipping off his broom, grasping the snitch in his hand. He flipped over forwards but regained his balance on his broomstick, still clutching onto the snitch. The crowd roared with mixed anger and delight as it was declared that Gryffindor had won the game. Harry should be basking in the feeling of glory, but his eyes were fixated on Malfoy who was being carried away on a stretcher. There was blood visible even from high up in the air. Harry tore his eyes away from the scene and landed his broom, immediately being greeted by his teammates with shouts of praise and slaps on the back. They lifted him into the air and carried him off the field, chanting his name with joy. Harry was happy, sure. But Draco was the only thing he could think about. 

There was a huge celebration in the Gryffindor common room that evening, as they had won the quidditch cup. The rest of the team shared stories about their stupid moments or insane clutches and the room was buzzing with triumph. Several people thanked and congratulated Harry for winning the game but nothing seemed to improve his mood. Why did he care so much about Draco? He never worried about him. Then again, he had gotten pretty hurt. It made Harry feel worried. Scared. Maybe he did care about the boy. Their constant bickering was hardly filled with violence or hatred, sometimes it was even entertaining. The attention was nice. Harry snapped back to the present as a hand waved in front of his face.