𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒

Chapter 23

At first, supper was a stilted, awkward affair with Ron sitting across from Harry and Draco beside the dark-haired teen. All in all there were eight students now at the old school. Richard Summerby and his girlfriend Meagan Jones from Hufflepuff, the two Ravenclaw chasers Bradley and Chambers, who had decided to ditch visiting elderly relatives with their families, and the only other Slytherin other than Draco, Adrian Pucey. Rounding out the octet was, of course, the two Gryffindor best friends.

The other students stared at the unlikely trio that were currently sitting at the Gryffindor table, gossiping quietly between each other, well except for Adrian who just gave the odd threesome a bored look and then went back to reading the book he had with him.

Meanwhile, Harry's two favourite male companions wouldn't even look at each other, both keeping their eyes on their plates and their mouths busy with ingesting food.

Harry was unsure how to get things rolling when Draco suddenly asked Ron about how he thought the Quidditch matches were going this year. The dark haired Gryffindor could have kissed his boyfriend for the effort and then done the same to his red-headed friend as Ron answered politely. It wasn't long after that, that all three boys were having an enjoyable discussion on the different strategies that should be used on the various teams they would be competing against, including each others.

After supper the boys decided to go flying for a bit to burn off some energy, bundling up warmly against the chill of the December evening. Bradley and Chambers ran over to them with their brooms as well when the saw the other boys heading for the door, unperturbed by the presence of a Slytherin with the two Gryffindors. Besides, the two Ravenclaw friends wanted to find out what was going on so they would be the first to have all the interesting gossip to relay to their fellow housemates when they returned after holidays.

The five boys went over to the Quidditch pitch and took off on their brooms, doing spins, dives, barrel roles and other tricks trying to show-off and out-do their fellows. Draco slowly extricated himself from the flying competitions without anyone noticing and just flew in lazy loops and circles around the others, watching Harry.

Draco found that he was still jealous as hell of the raven haired boy's abilities, but he was captivated by them as well. He found it almost erotic the way Harry flew, fast and hard and with a finesse that was sensual and breath-taking. The-Boy-Who-Lived showed absolutely no fear of being in the air; it was almost like he belonged there, like a creature born to it. The blonde could almost believe that Harry could fly without a broom if he so wished.

This was why Draco gave a start of surprise when he noticed Harry falter in mid-air. He quickly brought himself to fly beside the dark haired Gryffindor, becoming worried when he noticed the grimace of pain that flashed over his boyfriends face.

"Are you okay?" Draco asked as he sidled up on Harry's right side. "Yeah, just a bit of a headache. I'm okay," Harry grinned at the blonde.

"Harry, mate," Ron called as he appeared on the left side of his friend. "What's wrong?" "Just a headache," Harry reiterated. "Nothing for you guys to get worked up about."

"It's your scar, isn't it," Ron correctly guessed, knowing what that look of 'I'm-in-pain-but-I'm- hiding-it' meant.

The three boys flew a sweeping arc and came down for a landing. "Hey!" Bradley called from above them. "Are we done already?"

"Yeah," Ron answered back, looking up into the air to see the two Ravenclaws hovering above them. "Harry's not feeling well. We're going to head back."

The other two boys landed as well, deciding that they might as well go too. They followed along behind the threesome, whispering quietly so the others wouldn't hear.