1000 Days of Harry Potter

Day 444

Draco introduces Harry to Marc at a party at the Burrow, and if he notices the passing resemblance to himself in the brunet's dark mane and light hazel eyes, Harry is kind enough not to mention it.

"Nice to meet you Marc, this is Oliver."

"Great to meet you both," Marc says, smiling politely. "I know all about you, of course, Harry. I went to Beauxbatons and was still in France during the war, but I heard all about what you did to protect the Wizarding World from He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."

Harry blushes and runs a hand through his hair. "Er, right. Yeah. That was a long time ago."

Oliver Wood stares at Marc, clearly expecting a different response to this introduction, and Draco has to bite back a laugh when he realizes Oliver had expected to be recognized, too. Oh, being Harry Potter's boyfriend must be absolutely exhausting for the poor dear.

"Marc doesn't follow Quidditch," Draco tries very hard to keep the amusement out of his voice. "Oliver plays for Puddlemere United."

"Oh, good for you." Marc couldn't sound any less interested.

"Right," Oliver says, sounding annoyed. He touches Harry's elbow and presses a kiss to his cheek. "I'm going to go find George, see if he'll tell me what's new at WWW."

Harry nods and gives him a smile before turning back to them. "So, Marc, not into Quidditch, then. What are your interests?"

And that's how Harry gets roped into politely listening to Draco's extremely boring boyfriend talk about Gringotts stocks for over an hour.

"Harryyyyy," Ginny drops herself right into her ex-boyfriend's lap, startling Marc from his nonstop droning. "I'm bored. Let's play a pickup match. Oliver and Ron can play Keeper. George, Angelina, Dean, Fleur, Bill, Charlie and I will be Chasers. You and Draco can both play Seeker. Mum's insisting we play without Bludgers for safety, but it'll still be fun! Please?"

Harry's eyes light up and he looks over at Draco. "What do you think?"

"I'm always up for Quidditch," Draco smiles. "As long as someone's got an eye on Teddy on the ground."

"I can watch him," Marc offers, looking put out at not getting to finish his finance lecture.

The game goes on for a long time, until Draco is starting to feel like his hands are frozen to his broomstick, but Harry is gorgeous, eyes bright and face flushed, laughing and grinning like a little kid, even when Draco purposely attempts to knock him off his broom in a fierce battle for the Snitch.

"That's cheating, Malfoy!" He laughs, dangling from his broom by one hand as the Snitch whizzes away from them both.

"No one said there were rules in this pickup game, Potter," Draco chuckles good-naturedly, offering a hand to pull him back onto his broom.

Teddy cheers for them both on the ground, laughing and jumping up and down. The kid is already a Quidditch fanatic, and Draco blames Harry for that entirely. Marc looks immensely bored sitting beside him.

The next time they see the Snitch, Harry and Draco both bend forward over their brooms in the race to capture it. They dive low to the ground, neck and neck the whole way. Draco throws a hand out and shoves him, laughing when Harry adjusts his course to slam into his side in retaliation.

They both reach out, hands scrabbling over the golden ball, and Draco captures it, accidentally leaning into Harry and throwing him off balance. His broom careens and Draco grabs at him, trying to catch him but instead taking his own broom down with him. They roll as they hit the ground, broomsticks landing a few feet away, and Harry's wrist bends awkwardly behind his back, breaking their fall with an audible snap on the last turn before they finally stop and Draco lands sprawled on top of him. Harry is still laughing, although Draco's pretty sure the tears leaking out of his eyes are from pain.

"Fuck, Harry, I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay, Draco, it's okay, I'm okay."

"You're not, let me see."

Harry brings his arm around from behind his back, wincing, and clutches it to his chest protectively. "Only if you promise not to vanish all the bones in my arm."

"Do I look like fucking Lockhart to you? I won't. Give it to me."

The others are gathering around them as Draco takes Harry's wrist and carefully heals the broken bones.

"Thank you," Harry says, eyes still shining from the pain.

He looks up at Draco with gratitude and something akin to wonder on his face, and Draco realizes that he's still straddling his hips. He scrambles off of him and pulls him up by the hand.

"Er, yeah, Not a problem."

Draco holds up the captured Snitch and the Quidditch players groan. "Game over!"

* * *

"So, nothing has ever happened between you and Draco? Romantically?" Marc asks Harry later, when he thinks no one is listening.

Draco has to consciously keep his body relaxed as he turns his head to glance at Harry. Teddy looks up from where he, Rose, Victoire, Fred, and Hugo are all playing with toy cars on the floor.

Harry lies for all three of them, more smoothly than Draco would have ever expected him to be capable of. "No, of course not."

"Even though you're co-parenting a child together?"

Harry shrugs, and the nonchalant look on his face is only slightly forced. "It's not like we live together. We do see each other a lot. We've become close friends."

"Okay." Marc looks satisfied.

Draco gives him a small, sad smile, and Harry returns it.

Marc frowns.

He breaks up with Draco the next day, and Draco feels nothing.