Slytherin Pride

A friendly challenge

Draco's POV
Usually, maybe 100 to 150 people show up to the minor Quidditch games. But if its rival houses then it is a little closer to 200. But today the number neared 500 as the whole school, plus the entire hogsmeade village. I swallowed. More people than usual will watch our team get stomped by saint potter and his goons, plus gin. I smirked and hoisted my broom up and threw my robes over my shoulder. The whole team seemed to move at the same pace, a smooth, sliding walk, to me it resembled a snake funny enough. I lead the group, with Blaise right behind me. Kicking the bottoms of my feet if I didn't quicken my pace. At one point I stopped completely,
Making him step on his own robe and topple to the ground. The whole team snickered and pointed before jogging to catch up with me, and I was already far gone. I heard Blaise grumbling in the back of the group, whispering and my smug ferrety ways. I rolled my eyes snickering at how just plain dumb he sounded. Just then the Griffindore team comes around the corner, smugly sauntering. I scoffed. "You should practice sauntering more often potter, it'll make it easier to hide the limp your going to get from this game." I smirked, grinding my teeth out of habit. I saw Ginny standing to potters left. She covered her mouth, suppressing a smile. Potter scowled. "I think your the one who's going to need the practice Malfoy." I rolled my eyes. He went on. "You'd better be careful, about getting hurt out there Malfoy. I'm not sure your fragile bones could handle it." I raised my eyebrows and took a step forward. He looked me in the eye. Fierce as a puny little Griffindore's heart go be. "Is that a challenge potter?" He smirked. "Sure, why not." I smirked even more. "All right then, we can play a little friendly game, of who has more muscles in their dominate upper arm." Potter gave a one nodded response. "Ok, what do you want if you win?" I smirked. "Oh...let's see...free range on miss. Weasley-" Weasley cut me off. "What?! Free range how?!" I smirked. "Oh just a kiss. Nothing like potter and Cho's sessions." Potter blushed, but recovered. "Sure, whatever. Have Ginny." I smirked and nodded. "And you potter, if you win...I'll give you free range to kiss...my ass. Because that's what you've been after all along isn't it potter?" Goyle burst out laughing, and even Blaise couldn't contain his snickers. Potter's eye twitched and his scowl seemed to deepen. "I'm not kissing any part of you. I'll take ten galleons." I nodded. "Fair enough." Weasley conjured a measuring tape and started potter. He squeezed his hand into a fist as if his life depended on it. It was only 19 centimeters. I almost burst out laughing. Potter rolled his eyes. "Ok Malfoy, your turn. Except let Ginny do it. It'll make it more entertaining." I smirked. And Ginny groaned. "Why'd you all have to bring me into this?" I raised my eyebrows. "Why are you afraid to touch me?" She smirked biting her lip. "I think it was you who volunteered me to kiss you if you win this. I'm not scared to do that. Why would I be scared to touch your arm?" Potter took the opening. "Because his arms are probably smaller than your arms!" She rolled her eyes. "Flex if you don't mind." I smirked. "I certainly
Wouldn't." I flexed, not my very best, but still quite impressive. Potters jaw slackened and Ginny smirked and bit her lip, sliding the tape around my arm. It was 27 centimeters with a little extra. Ginny smirked. "I guess you get "free range" now." I smiled,
"I guess I do." And then I caressed her face and kissed her in front of both teams, potter's face reddening, Weasel's jaw dropping. Ginny smirked against my lips and squeezed the edge of my shoulder. She then nipped my bottom lip, breaking away. "Bloody hell Ginny!" Weasley practically shouted as she stepped back with her team. She shrugged. "He's a Slytherin hottie, he kisses well!" I almost laughed, but instead kept a smirk plastered to my face. Potter turned to her. "Oh so now you think he's hot?" She shrugged again. "You'd have to be blind to not think he's good looking, even you, are jealous of his jaw line, as you were complaining to me the other day!" Potters fave got redder than Gin's hair. I took the chance. "Potter...I'm flattered really...not really...are you sure you don't want to kiss my ass?" He kicked up dirt and stomped away, leaving me , speaking of asses, laughing mine off. Even Blaise laughed along before regaining his posture and standing up to leave. I got up too, and lead the group to the locker rooms.

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