( 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 ― 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙛𝙤𝙮 / 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙥𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 )

[SEVEN | A LEGEND(RARRY)ARY NIGHT]

WHAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A VICTORIOUS MOMENT FOR ONE OF THE TEAMS ENDED UP BEING ONE HUGE BALL OF CONFUSION. If one is still left wondering 'why', well, that's easy to answer; both captains were off in far right corner of the Gryffindors side--Harry on top of the other boy, chocking him (in a rough manner, most onlookers would say.)

And with questions already flying left and right, plus the surprised looks from the people overhead of hockey, Neville took matters into his own hands, "Harry, get up off of him, it's over!" He screamed as the others trailed after him, worried about their friend. 

The raven-haired boy was yanked back and Draco looked up, a smug look on his face as Harry continued to blush furiously (still unknown to his team, thankfully for him), "You interrupted something."

"Yeah, I interrupted you from getting your arse kicked--I'll take my 'thanks' now."

"No--" Draco sighed, and let out a little laugh; his thumb brushing over his bottom lip as he looked up at Harry, "You gonna explain it or you want me to?" (despite this being a subtle movement, a couple saw it but one knew exactly what it meant.)

Harry chuckled nervously and turned to face the group of raised eyebrows, "Draco and I were in fact, not fighting. It was a bit more intimate than that." With them still not catching on, he went into more detail, "Uh...w-we're together. Those texts I'd get in the middle of practice, those times were we all left and I wouldn't say a word to anyone outside of school--not until we all came back the next day? That was him, it was always him."

"B-but--what about that fight there at the pre-game practice? How do you explain that?"

"Sexual tension."

"Everything that involves you two getting physical and bloody?"

"Absolute sexual tension." Draco responded, shrugging, "We tried to distance ourselves before the game to get prepare for it. But it ended up failing when we basically made out on the ice after the match--what you've just witnessed."

"Well uh...this is awkward."

Harry shrugged, "More to you than us."

 As questions kept continuing being asked, Draco separated himself from the convo as his eyes floated about the arena; landing on the scorebox up above. He looked at Harry and pointed up, "44-42?"

Harry cracked a grin that said it all, because what nobody had seen was when Harry went to take the shot, last minute, he passed it over to Ron whom actually shot the winning puck. Which gave more sense to their side of the crowd (currently) yelling out, 'Weasley Is Our King!' 

 When the shorter boy began snickering at his expression, Draco popped him on the arm; hissing out, "Ты немного дерьмо!" 

His boyfriend understood it and pointed at him, with a slight frown, "Listen here, I am not a little shit." Harry struggled to continue his sentence with the smile twitching onto his face alongside the few laughs going around, "Afterall, my dear Slytherin, all is fair in love and hockey."

The taller boy rolled his darkened grey eyes, "Не тогда, когда хоккейная клюшка засунула тебя--"

"I mean, it depends where it stuck me really." The two stared at one another, pure silence surrounding them as the group(s) looked on with bewildered expressions, "I'm pretty cool with it, I just gotta know where it's going." Harry finished, shrugging at the end as if his words meant nothing.