Drarry One Shots

Quiddich Practice (Suggestion)

Fuckfuckfuckfuck I haven't updated in ages I'm so sorry I've had no time and I still have no time but I'm trying sorry I've been so absent recently and haven't been updating but I've just lost the will to write recently and I think it's because I haven't started a new story in ages and I've had only this going for a long time now.

Right. Anyways. This guy has been kicking around for probably like a year now. Who fucking knows. I have like sixteen ideas as drafts but I never want to write one, but this one decided to become tribute so who was I to argue?

Summary of magical yaoi awesomeness: Who knew one Quiddich practice could lead to so much?

Fuck I'm really sorry I haven't been updating guys. :/

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Harry had just been trying to go for a quick fly. To hone his skills a bit more with one of the practice snitches that were in the broom cupboard on the shelves. But nope. That didn't happened. 

Well...it did, in a way. He did get to fly. He did get to practice. But not alone. Malfoy seemed to have the same idea as he did, for when Harry was emerging from the broom shed, Malfoy was about to enter. 

Harry ducked, rushing forward and almost stumbling to avoid hitting the suddenly appearing object. Malfoy had dodged to the right, arms pulling back and almost smacking Harry in the face. 

It took a moment to process what had just happened. And when it did, both faces flushed red from anger. 

"Watch it, Potter!" Malfoy snarled, and Harry snorted.

"Make me, Malfoy. Clearly it was your fault we almost ran into each other."

"No, it was your fault and it was only my amazing reflexes that kept us from colliding." Malfoy said haughtily, nose lifted high into the air proudly. Harry snorted. 

"'Amazing reflexes' my shiny arse. You almost smacked me in the face with those long dangly arms of yours." 

"Dangly? They are long, thank you very much. Though you wouldn't know anything about something being long would you?" Harry could have sworn Malfoy leered at him. 

Face red, Harry huffed in irritation. "Whatever, just go back to your dorm, Ferret." Walking off angrily, Firebolt in one hand and the practice snitch with the other, Harry ignored Malfoy.

"Why do you get to stay ,Potty? I fail to see how you made the assumption that you would get to stay at the field while I go back." The words were sneered, and Harry didn't bother to turn around to see if his expression matched the tone in his voice. Instead, he planted his feet firmly on the ground, and a second later he was in the air, zooming around the pitch on his broom.

It was shortly after he released the snitch that he noticed Malfoy flying upwards as well, on the opposite end of the pitch. He huffed, and did a few loops to amuse himself while he waiting for the snitch to scatter properly. 

Loop here, loop there, loopy-loop everywhere, oh theres another loop, here's four, and do a little twist here, spinnnnnnnnnnyyyyyy

Harry let a smile cross his face as inane thoughts swirled through his head, coming out of his corkscrew. He looked around himself, and saw Malfoy darting off in the distance. Harry thought for a moment that Malfoy was chasing his practice snitch, but then he saw Malfoy go into an unnecessary dive that was more for show than anything. 

Harry took off, flying at an easy, medium pace, eyes narrowed in search of the snitch, ignoring Malfoy who seemed to be showing off by the east side of the pitch. Pouncy git. 

There! A glimmer, in the north section! Harry darted off, smiling as the wind whipped at his hair and clothes, pulling the skin of his face back slightly and making the wind whistle harshly in his ears. He closed in on the snitch, but realized he was too high, and flipped over so he was hanging upside down. He realized he was flying low to the ground, but he was high enough that he wouldn't hurt himself. 

He narrowed his eyes further, focusing on the snitch as he darted around the side lines. He recognized the wobbly, zig-zag pattern the snitch was taking, which was nine out of ten times followed by a random dodge. 

Harry clenched the broom between his knees harshly. Putting both his hands out, one to the right of the snitch, one to the left, Harry watch as it darted as planned; right into his left hand. It then bounced off, into his right, which stunned it for a moment. Harry closed his hands tightly around the fluttering gold ball and let a smile cross his face, vaguely thinking it was a shame only Malfoy was around to witness such an amazing catch.

Speaking of Malfoy, Harry, still upside down, looked up. 

And saw Malfoy with a started expression less than five feet away from him.

The two crashed, colliding with a smash, and a violent sound of cracking wood. They landed roughly on the ground, and Harry groaned as Malfoy fell on top of him, knocking the wind out him harshly, as if hitting the ground hadn't done the job efficiently enough.

Harry felt something fluttering in his fist, and turned his head, realizing he had a death-like grip on the feebly struggling snitch. Turning his head to look towards the sky, noting that the small action hurt, Harry was started to see Malfoy straight above him, blinking at him rather owlishly. 

"Get off me, Ferret." Harry said, pain lingering in his voice even as he weakly tried to push Malfoy off him. Though Malfoy seemed quite content where he was. "Malfoy, get off me!" 

"Why?"

Splutter. "What do you mean why? You're crushing me, you heavy bastard!"

"No, I quite like it here." Smirk.

Glare.

Snicker.

Push.

Resistance.

Huff.

Harry attempted to push Malfoy off again, though his arms were tired and sore. He tried again and found his arms being grabbed and pinned above his head. Harry spluttered once again, glaring harshly at the figure above him. "Let. Me. Go." 

"No."

"Why the bloody hell not?"

"Because I like you here, under me." 

A choked noise left Harry's throat. "What? Malfoy, you arse!" Harry struggled, face blossoming red. 

Harry, however, became quite still when he felt lips upon his own. Rather rough owns, too.

Then, by the power of surprise kisses, Harry gained the strength of the Hulk and finally pushed Malfoy off him, rolling over and running away, not evern bothering to pick up his smashed broom stick.

Malfoy huffed, blowing a piece of hair out of his face, a small smile decorating his lips. 

The next week, Draco had started to liken Harry to a turtle. Either way, Draco had repaired his Firebolt and had just been trying to give it to the boy, though Potter seemed to think that if Malfoy got close enough he would spring and attack.

Too bad Harry figured out my plans, Draco grumbled to himself. Finally, Draco gave up and sent it to Harry via mail.

Draco wasn't completely sure why Harry went pale as a sheet, but oh well. At least he ended up smiling, if only slightly.

And then Draco decided he would get a 'thank you' from Potter, even if he had to beat it out of him. He didn't have to fix his broom, damnit!

It took two weeks, actually. But Malfoy finally found Harry when we was lurking in the library. Nonetheless, Malfoy pounced.

"You can thank me for fixing your broom." There it was. Potter was deathly pale now.

"Thank you."

...

"That's it?"

"Thank you Malfoy."

"No, sorry, I'm not settling for that."

"What more do you want, Malfoy?" Harry growled, finally turning to face the blond teen. 

"I want a kiss, and a proper one."

There was the familiar splutter. Draco then recognized the agitated shuffling movements Harry was making. He was about to dart away. 

Malfoy pounced. 

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Ah, feels good to return with a right ol' cocktease. I've been trying to write this for days guys I'm so sorry.