Muggle With Magic

The Quidditch Match

A lot of the Quidditch match is taken straight from Half-blood Prince chapter 14: Felix Felicis. Remixed with my own stuff to make it a bit more drarry-fied x

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"Good luck." Draco said to Blaise in the room - Blaise stood in front of their mirror for a long time, Theo and Draco already out and down the hall by then.

It didn't look like Ron was faring any better. He was shaking and darting his eyes everywhere, legs constantly bouncing. Draco couldn't resist. In the hustle and bustle of the morning excitement, nobody noticed a Slytherin slipping in next to the Gryffindor trio. "How is everyone this fine Saturday morning? The sun is out, the birds are singing and look," He pointed to the Slytherin table in wonder, "We're going to win."

Harry smirked and so did Ron, exchanging a look that Hermione wanted to get in between to tell them to stop it. "If you're so confident, when we win, you have to join me at the Gryffindor afterparty dressed in everything Gryffindor." Harry teased.

"Fine." Draco shook Harry's hand, "And when Slytherin wins, you have to do the same."

Hermione eyed Harry before turning to Draco, "Slughorn is hosting a party soon." She started. Hermione hoped Harry would take the hint and spit it out before Zabini got in first.

Draco knew about these Slug Club meetings, because Blaise would go on and on about how superior he was to Theo and Draco because he was in the club. He was considered as influential. Which, Draco helpfully pointed out, was only because his mother got rid of husbands like Weasley does chocolate frogs, and that he is rich. He also knew about the party, because Blaise tried to ask him, saying "It would be much more enjoyable with you by my side, tesoro."

And Draco shut it down, replying, "Well I guess your evening will be noticeably disappointing, then." Blaise smirked. He would admit he was flirting with Draco, but he and Potter were not official. Why should flirting be off-limits when it's obvious to Blaise Draco has no emotion towards him other than friendship? It was fun, especially when Potter burst Weasley's pie one dinner, not noticing as Weasley jumped from his seat because of how hot it was.

"Blaise may have mentioned it." Draco shrugged, trying to be as blasé and careless as he could.

Hermione and Draco glanced at Harry, who stuttered through syllables. "Do you have something to ask Draco, Harry?" Hard, she kicked Harry's shin.

"Ah!" Harry reached for his leg, soothing it over, "I wanted to ask if... you'd go to Slughorn's party with me?"

"Harry," Draco smiled bright and Harry's hopes soared, "If that's what you call an invitation, you'll be dancing with yourself." Smugly, Draco patted Harry's shoulder and walked to the Slytherin table, hearing Hermione's 'Oh, Harry' sigh when he walked off.

As the Hall got busier, it got noisier. Louder than normal, and Draco assumed it was because of Quidditch. He could understand it, and now he finally understands all of the rules he is ready for Slytherin to destroy Gryffindor. "You're going to do great." Draco reassured, but wasn't entirely sure since Harry was apparently the best Seeker at this school. Really, it was up to the Chasers to get 150 points ahead.

"I don't know, tesoro." Blaise only poked at his food looking down to hide his smile, "Maybe if you fed me I'd feel more up to it."

Theo rolled his eyes but laughed and Draco just chuckled, "Your body will begin to wither away." He said wistfully.

They walked out onto the pitch to tumultuous roars and boos. One end of the stadium covered in solid red and gold, the other a slick silver and royal green. "Captains, shake hands." Hooch said, and Harry had his hand crushed by the new Slytherin Captain, Urquhart.