Just Evans

Chapter 22

Harry carried that feeling with him, right onto the field. Head held high, he kept Dudley at the edge of his field of vision constantly, waiting for the blow up. He didn't expect it to happen during Draco's pep talk.

"Harry? Is that you? It is! Oi, get a load of this guy!"

"Diddykins," Harry greeted. "I'd say you're looking well, but that would be a lie."

"One word from me and you're dead Potter. My team will follow."

"Not with all of the scouts here they won't. If they're smart anyway. Taking orders from you, I have my doubts."

"Why you little-"

"Shove off will you? You should be huddling with your own team, not mine."

"Got yourself a boyfriend Potter?"

"Don't be jealous, it makes you look even more unbecoming."

Dudley's mouth hung upon before he started stuttering.

"Boy! Stop distracting him!"

Harry discreetly flipped Vernon off while Dudley was yelled at to get back to his team. Draco continued his pep talk, the team went over their plays one last time, and soon enough it was about to be time to flip the coin to decide who had the ball first.

"We've got this my love," Harry promised, his lips brushing Draco's ear.

"As long as I've got you, I have all I need."

"You'll always have me. Good luck."

"Save those goals like you saved me."

And that's just what Harry did. He would have liked to say it was because he was extremely talented. Harry knew he was slightly above average at best. Body language was easy for Harry to read, and that was what he contributed the team's success to. That, and the fact that Dudley had a temper when he didn't get what he wanted.

Harry felt at peace as he made the last save, not that it mattered much. They had been in the lead since they had returned from half time. Dudley's mouth was once again bigger than his brain. Harry's team had an advantage in Harry knowing exactly what set Dudley off.

Was it cheating? No. Was it ethical? Harry thought it was deserved after so many years of torment. He just quite literally helped even the playing field. It was all worth it as his team lifted him onto their shoulders, allowing Harry to lift up the trophy.

Nothing could bring him down from his high, but the Dursleys sure tried. Harry was walking to meet the Malfoys when he was seemingly ambushed. 

"Boy!"

"Vernon. Petunia."

"Just who do you think you are, boy?"

"I don't think I'm anyone, but I know I'm the goalie of the winning team. No thanks to any of you of course. I'd say it's nice to be seeing you again, but I hardly think I could lie to your faces without throwing up."

"Why I should-"

"Harry my boy," Lucius greeted coolly, resting a hand on Harry's shoulder.

It wasn't an act of comfort, but an act of possession. Vernon could attempt to play the game, but Lucius invented it.

"And just who would you be?"

"Harry's boyfriend's dad," Dudley sneered.

"Also known as Lucius Malfoy."

Vernon stuttered, Petunia paled, and Dudley as confused as normal.

"Mr. Malfoy, of course. We're just having a bit of fun with our nephew-"