𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍

Single Chapter

Title: Chosen Again

Author: Petula Pillwimple

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Warnings: slash

Request: Harry/Draco please. I'd like to read a story in which Harry and Draco are both Quidditch players on rival teams. Both are starting out as new seekers. In air collisions and sexy touching in the air a plus! I'd like a slow build as they meet at various training camps, etc. At least one explicit sex scene please. Please do not write in first person or present tense.

Chosen Again

by

Petula Pillwimple

The Cannons had been introduced first, so when Harry heard the announcement, he was hovering high above the pitch, his broom perfectly aligned with those of his team mates.

"And last but not least, the Seeker for the Pride of Portree, Draco Malfoy!"

Harry grimaced as a distant figure in purple robes shot out of a high tower and zipped around to circle the pitch. He wasn't surprised, of course. He'd known since summer training camp that he'd have to face Malfoy in competition. The prospect was unpleasant, to say the least. As far as Harry was concerned, Malfoy belonged in Azkaban. He might not have been able to kill the headmaster when it had come right down to it, but he'd let the Death Eaters into Hogwarts.

Draco Malfoy definitely didn't deserve to be playing professional Quidditch.

But there he was, lined up with his own team mates now, his head turning slightly as he assessed the Cannons' players. He stopped at Harry, his eyes narrowing, his posture changing slightly, as if he smelled a challenge in the air.

Well, he had. Malfoy had never bested Harry at Quidditch when they were at school, and he wasn't going to today. Harry was confident of that, even though part of him knew he perhaps shouldn't be. Malfoy did have a very good record this season, after all. For a first season as a professional Seeker, it was actually an astoundingly good record. The term 'Star Seeker' was showing up more and more in the sports column of the Daily Prophet. Harry was called that as well, of course. Had been, even before he'd played his first professional match. But he hated it.

Malfoy probably lapped it up like it was his due, but he was in for a shock, today. Portree hadn't played the Cannons yet this year, Harry thought, determined. Harry was going to trounce him. Malfoy's winning streak was going to end, here and now.

The announcements over, the players veered off from the line-up to take up their positions. Malfoy sped upwards while Harry circled a bit lower, his gaze alert for any glimpse of the snitch, just released. But it was hiding somewhere in the bright sunlight below him. Angling his broom downward, Harry began searching, keeping one eye out for Malfoy. Sometimes, the best way to find the Snitch was to realise that the other Seeker had spotted it.

Not this time, though. Just a few moments later, amid shouts from the stands over the latest Portree goal, Harry heard a tiny fluttering noise to his left. His instinct was to veer sharply, hand extended, but he'd learned from too many hard-won matches that the other team's Seeker would be watching for obvious moves like that. And Malfoy was watching him, yes. Harry could sense it.

He guided his broom to curve moderately to the left, his gaze scanning the air ahead.

Malfoy must have thought the turn was suspicious, regardless. Suddenly he pulled in beside Harry, his broom so close that their legs were almost touching. "Potter."