Something's on your mind // Drarry fanfiction

Love in the Air

The Hogwarts Quidditch stadium buzzed with anticipation as Harry Potter made his way towards the stands. Today's match between Slytherin and Hufflepuff was not just any game for Harry; it was a chance to cheer on his boyfriend, Draco Malfoy, who played as the star Seeker for the Slytherin team. The journey from rivals to lovers had been an unexpected one, but Harry couldn't have been happier.
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Harry's heart swelled with pride as he entered the stadium. He couldn't help but notice the sea of green and silver filling the stands, loyal Slytherin supporters chanting and waving banners with Draco's name emblazoned on them. The love and support for Draco were evident, and it made Harry's heart skip a beat.
Spotting Ron and Hermione among the crowd, Harry motioned for them to join him in a discreet spot. As his closest friends, they had been there for him throughout his journey, including his budding romance with Draco. Ron and Hermione exchanged knowing smiles, their eyes filled with joy for Harry's newfound happiness.
From their vantage point, Harry could see Draco donning his silver Quidditch robes, a vision of strength and determination. The atmosphere was charged with excitement, the cheers of the crowd mingling with the whistling wind. Harry's pulse quickened as the match began, his eyes never leaving Draco's figure in the sky.
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As the game progressed, the Slytherin team displayed their incredible skills, working together seamlessly. The Beaters expertly defended their Chasers, while the Keeper guarded the goalposts with unwavering focus. But it was Draco, his silver hair flowing behind him, who captivated Harry's attention. His skill and agility were unmatched, a testament to his dedication and love for the sport.
Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of awe for Draco's talent. The way he soared through the air, eyes fixed on the golden Snitch, evoked a mix of admiration and love within Harry. Watching Draco's grace and precision, Harry realized how lucky he was to have such an incredible person by his side.
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As the match neared its climax, the tension in the stadium escalated. The score was tied, and both Seekers strained their eyes, desperately seeking the Snitch. The spectators held their breath, their excitement palpable. Harry's heart beat in rhythm with the thunderous roar of the crowd.
Then, in a breathtaking moment, Draco surged forward with unparalleled speed, the wind ruffling his robes. He expertly maneuvered his broom, closing in on the Snitch, his focus unyielding. The Hufflepuff Seeker, sensing Draco's impending victory, pushed harder to catch up, but it was too late. Draco's hand shot out, grasping the elusive golden ball.
A collective roar erupted from the stands as the Slytherin supporters leaped to their feet, their cheers echoing through the stadium. Harry's heart soared with pride and joy for Draco's triumph. He joined the chorus of applause, clapping and shouting Draco's name with overwhelming pride.
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As the cheering and celebrations filled the air, Harry couldn't help but steal a glance at his two best friends, Hermione and Ron. They stood there, their faces reflecting the excitement and pride for Draco's triumph. But amidst their elation, Harry's gaze held a hidden message, a silent plea to be understood.
His eyes met Hermione's, and in that moment, he could see her perceptive gaze piercing through his thoughts. She knew him better than anyone else, able to decipher the unspoken words hidden within his eyes. Ron, too, seemed to sense the underlying message, his expression shifting from jubilation to understanding.
With a subtle nod from Hermione, Harry knew that they had grasped his intention. He wanted to go down to the back of the Quidditch fields, where Draco and the rest of the Slytherin team would soon be changing. Harry yearned for a private moment with Draco, away from the jubilant chaos of the stadium.
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As the Slytherin team made their way off the pitch, basking in the glory of their victory, Harry subtly broke away from his friends, making his way towards the edge of the stands. His heart raced with anticipation, his steps quickening as he descended the stairs. The crowd's cheers and applause grew fainter as he moved farther away from the stands, closer to where Draco would soon be.
Harry's mind was filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness. He knew that Draco would appreciate his presence, his unwavering support in this moment of triumph. But he also understood the importance of giving Draco some time to celebrate with his teammates before seeking him out.
As Harry reached the back of the Quidditch fields, he leaned against the fence, his eyes scanning the area. The excitement still hung in the air, but it was quieter here, away from the boisterous cheers and celebrations. It was a serene moment, a brief respite before the inevitable storm of emotions that would follow.
A few minutes later, Draco emerged from the changing room, his silver hair slightly disheveled and his eyes gleaming with victory. He looked around, a flicker of surprise crossing his face as he spotted Harry waiting for him. The corners of his lips curled into a smile, and he strode purposefully towards Harry, the Quidditch Cup gleaming in his hand.
Harry's heart skipped a beat at the sight of Draco's radiant smile. It was a smile that was reserved for him, a silent acknowledgment of their deep connection. He pushed himself away from the fence, closing the distance between them, their eyes locked in an unspoken conversation.
Draco reached Harry, and without a word, they fell into each other's arms, the Quidditch Cup momentarily forgotten. The world around them faded into the background as their bodies pressed together, their embrace a testament to the love and support they shared.
Harry buried his face in Draco's neck, inhaling the familiar scent that was uniquely Draco. It was a moment of solace and celebration, a culmination of their journey together. Draco's arms tightened around Harry, their bodies melding together, a tangible expression of their unbreakable bond.
After what felt like an eternity, they pulled away, their eyes searching each other's faces, a wordless conversation flowing between them. The elation of Draco's victory was mirrored in Harry's eyes, and Draco's gratitude for Harry's unwavering support was evident.