The Potter Twins (Draco and Harry's twin sister love story)

Quidditch match

Chapter 29.

Draco had come out of the hospital wing a few weeks ago and his arm was totally fine now. He was going to be playing Quidditch against Gryffindor, which the whole team got out of before because Draco was injured. Draco was getting changed. He came out of his room shirtless, holding his Quidditch shirt. Subconsciously, I started to stare.

"Staring, are we?" Draco smirked.

"I wasn't even staring!" I said, blushing slightly.

"Sure, you weren't," Draco replied.

"You are so cocky, Draco."

"No, I'm not. Are you coming to watch me play? I am going to beat your brother."

"Last time you said that you didn't beat him, but, yes, I am going to come watch you play," I answered.

"That wasn't my fault, it was your brother's fault. He made me fall off of my broom," Draco rebutted.

"Okay, whatever helps you sleep at night." I rolled my eyes.

"Can I have good luck kiss?" he asked.

"I think I can do that for you." I pecked him on the lips but he pulled me back to him and planted his lips firmly on mine. He ran his tongue along my bottom lip asking for entrance, which I denied. He pulled away but still held me firmly to him. "You're no fun," he pouted.

"You have to go."

"Fine, come on. Let's go." He took my hand and we went down to the Quidditch Pitch.

"Malfoy, we were starting to think you weren't coming," Marcus Flint said.

"Don't worry. I got him here."

"Who are you, beautiful?" Marcus asked, approaching me.

"Hands off, Flint. That's my girlfriend."

"And my sister. Stay away from her if you don't want to be hexed into oblivion," Harry said.

His whole team was walking over.

"I'm on the team, you complete idiot! Savannah Potter, me, a Chaser. Remember?" I said, astonished.

"You look a lot different, like, now you are sexy as hell," Marcus drooled.

"Flint, shut the hell up, that's my girlfriend. Don't you dare say a word about Savannah!" Draco yelled.

"It's fine, Draco. Honestly, I wasn't listening," I assured him.

"No, it's not!" Harry yelled.

"Guys calm down. Save it for the game." I gave Draco a hug and a kiss. "Good luck, Draco." I hugged Harry. "Good luck, Harry."

The game went in for about fifty minutes before Draco caught the snitch.

As soon as the game had ended, I ran down into the pitch and jumped up on Draco's back.

"Told you I would catch the snitch," he bragged.

"Draco, you did so well. You beat my brother!" I gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"How about a real kiss for your boyfriend?" he asked.

"I don't know, does he deserve it?" I joked.

"Yes, I deserve it."

I got off of his back and walked round to the front of him where I pulled on his Quidditch shirt so he was leaning down at the perfect height to kiss me. I gave him a sweet kiss before pulling away.

"You smell," I complained.

"You try playing Quidditch without getting sweaty."

"I do play Quidditch without getting sweaty, but I didn't play today because I have missed a lot of the practises because I have been at detention most nights," I reminded him.

"Sure, whatever."

"It's true. I am a girl. I don't swear, I glow. And I don't smell, well, I do, just I don't smell bad. I smell good." I took his hand and we went over to the rest of the team.

"Hello, Princess. Kiss for me too?" Marcus asked.

"Absolutely not!" I snapped.

"Flint, I warned you!" Draco said, taking a step closer to Marcus.

"I did too," Harry said from behind me.

"Hi, Harry. You did well. I'm surprised you were still allowed to play. I wasn't because I have missed too many practises because of detention," I stated.

"I did too, but Oliver said that they need their 'star' player. Who wouldn't let you play?" he asked.

"This buffoon here." I pointed at Marcus.

"Don't mind that git. You are the best player they have," Harry said.

"Actually Draco is, but thanks Harry." I smiled at him. "Come on, Draco, Flint's not worth our time." I pulled Draco towards the bathrooms. "Shower," I ordered.

"Only if you come." He smirked, probably because of the look I was giving him. It was slightly confused, slightly shocked.

"Draco. You're a big boy now. I'm sure you can shower by yourself. But if you absolutely want I can owl your mother." I teased.

"I don't want my mother to shower with me. That's gross. I want you to shower with me." He pulled me into the bathroom.

"Draco, I am not taking a shower with you. You smell. I don't want to be that close to you." I walked out of the bathroom and into my dorm.