Drarry One Shots

That Was a Bit Harsh, Don't You Think?

Ayeeee Tumblr promptttt: "That was impulsive. Probably shouldn't have done that. WHO CARES?" and "Me? Overreacting? Probably."

Now, you may be thinking, "Oh dear sweet beloved author, what universe is this in? What're the circumstances?"

Well, my lovelies, I'm sad to say Tom Riddle Senior ran over Merope Gaunt (Voldy's mama) with a carriage before she had a chance to meet him. Tragic.

Basic description: Harry defends Draco's honor and goes ape shit pretty much. Also this is like 1500 more words than I expected it to be so yay!

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Nothing could beat this feeling. It was too unique, too passionate. There was too much raw emotion to duplicate it. Nothing else gave Harry such a feeling of joy. He lived for these moments. Soaring over the Quidditch pitch, hair whipping his face and the screams of students below barely audible through the wind in his ears.

Harry sped around the perimeter of the pitch, eyes searching faster than they did for a potions essay he knew he wrote. Easily a hundred feet above him, the Slytherin seeker flew, searching as diligently as he was. 

Well, maybe not quite so diligently as Harry. They both knew that out of the two of them, Malfoy's eyes couldn't take in the information as quickly as Harry. It was a minuscule delay, but it had won Gryffindor many games, none the less.  

"Malfoy diving at a rapid pace! Has he seen the snitch? Will he catch it? Will the superior Gryffindor seeker Harry Potter get there firs-"

Lee Jordan's commentary was abruptly cut off, and the crowd laughed knowing it was because McGonagall all had scolded him for his biased commentary, as always. The laughter soon died, and Lee returned. The tension was high, the stakes higher. It was Harry and Draco's seventh year, and this would be their final competition for the house cup. 

Harry flew in Malfoy's direction, not knowing where the snitch is but knowing Malfoy's fake dive from his genuine one. Malfoy's expressions were completely transparent when he was on a broom, and it made him much easier to read (and, consequently, beat). Harry was on his tail, the bristles of Malfoy's broom almost tickling Harry's nose. Harry swerved, and slowly gained on Malfoy, now seeing the snitch several feet ahead. 

The wall below the Ravenclaw stands was also several feet away. The snitch darted up at the last moment, and Malfoy bailed and swerved to the right. Harry leaned back last minute, hooking his foot around his broom and doing a modified version of the sloth-grip role Fred and George had taught him before they graduated. Harry now flew after the golden speck vertically, chasing it into the clouds where it quickly vanished. 

Harry dipped back down, out of the clouds, and waited. The school snitches were predictable. They couldn't leave the Quidditch pitch, and wouldn't fly too high up before returning. Harry dipped a few feet lower, scanning the clouds. 

"Gryffindor seeker lost sight of the snitch! Slytherin leads 170-110, Gryffindor needs this snitch to win, c'mon Harry!" Lee Jordan shouted, as well as half of the students.