Life As Each Other (Drarry fanfiction)

The Quidditch Match

Harry's P.O.V
Quidditch was starting in 10 minutes and Malfoy still wasn't at the place we agreed to meet. What could possibly be holding him up, aren't Slytherins usually early?

I shifted awkwardly on my feet, the cold weather making it difficult to stand still. I held my new broom up straight next to me as the rest of the Slytherins arrived. We walked over and we were about to start the game and there was still no sign of Malfoy.

He was the seeker, surely he wouldn't be late unless there was something huge stopping him. But when I heard Ginny, that's when I realised it was someone not something stopping him.

I couldn't hear exactly what they were saying but Malfoy looked like a nervous wreck and Ginny looked disappointed. The game was about to start so we all took our positions and began the game.

I gave him a questioning look and watched him roll his eyes. I made a mental note to ask him later and pushed up hard from the ground as soon as I heard the whistle. I shot into the air and flew around the pitch, embracing the adrenaline that pumped through me as always, before actually concentrating on the game.

Me and Malfoy caught sight of the snitch at the same time. It flew out of the quidditch field so we both followed it. The terrible weather meant no one could see us from here. I caught the snitch but before heading back I needed to make things a little more believable.

"Malfoy, take the snitch!"

"What? Potter are you mental!?"

"Listen, it'll raise suspicions if anyone saw Slytherin win against Gryffindor!"

"Wow, thanks Potter." Malfoy sneered with a roll of his eyes.

I handed over the snitch, making sure that Malfoy had it before letting go. I waited a few beats after Malfoy smirked and flew off. I wasn't used to losing but I felt a bit better when I flew back and heard Lee Jordan announce Gryffindor win.

Malfoy clearly was happy to win for once. He flew around the field, only stopping when everyone had landed. I walked back with my Slytherin team, desperately trying not to say anything when they insulted 'That stupid Potter'.

Quidditch was fun, even if I didn't win. But the moment I entered the common room I realised I really needed a shower. I smelt like Quidditch, not the most flattering scent ever. Also definitely not something Malfoy would be expected to smell like.

I ran to the showers, hoping they weren't already occupied. Fortunately they weren't, but the water was freezing. I jumped a little when instead of the soothing warm water, I felt harsh cold water spray onto my back. After a few minutes I realised it wasn't going to warm up and reluctantly decided to step back in.

I reached for the shampoo and had to hold back a snicker when I saw all of Malfoy's shower products. He was like a girl with all of his hair products and his shower gels and bath bombs. I tried the most promising shampoo, his 'coconut infused shampoo' really did smell great.

To get rid of the quidditch smell, I used his body wash with a name that seemed to complex to pronounce. It got rid of the quidditch smell though so I didn't really mind. I rubbed it on my arms and paused when I felt something on my left forearm.

Just under my inner elbow I washed of the remaining bubbles to reveal a large scar. It faintly resembled the shape of the dark mark, but it's colour had completely faded. It was now merely a memory, a painful one for sure, but still nothing more than the past.

I had no idea how I didn't realise it was there. It's faint pink colour was a sharp contrast compared to Malfoy's trademark smooth pale white skin. I looked at it for a few more seconds, remembering the time I last saw it.

"He chose me"
The words echoed through my mind. Along with the image of Malfoy viciously pulling up his sleeve to reveal the mark. At the time it seemed that Malfoy chose that fate, but I realised later that it was never his choice. After all, if he truly was evil he would've killed Dumbledore.

I'd noticed Malfoy wasn't all bad when a few months ago I was passing a 2nd year Hufflepuff getting bullied. It was Malfoy who stopped the Slytherin bully. I remembered his expression that was sort of inbetween a sneer and a smile.

"The name Malfoy doesn't automatically make me evil, Potter"
I remembered Malfoy say after acknowledging my shocked face.

I shook my head, attempting to dismiss the thoughts of Malfoy and got out faster than usual, due to the temperature of the water more than anything. I got a green towel and wrapped it round my waist.

After getting changed into Malfoy's pyjamas (which still felt weird) I sat on my bed. I looked towards the door as Blaise came through. My eyes followed him as he visibly sighed and fell onto his bed.

"Blaise?" I asked. His body seemed to tense up as he generated a reply.

"What do you want now, Potter?" He spat.

"What's up with you?" I questioned. Blaise was usually a generally friendly person and it confused me to see him like this.

"Ugh, sorry Harry. It's just that- well basically a lot has been going on recently and well, it's usually Draco who listens to my rants. He's a pretty good listener." He confessed, slightly sheepishly.

"Malfoy? A good listener?" I blurted out, completely irrelevant from the situation. I regretted it as soon as the words left my mouth but it made Blaise laugh.

"Yeah, after the war he changed. He doesn't complain as much or try to be the centre of attention either." Blaise said casually. I smiled a little at that statement, but got rid of it hopefully before Blaise could see.

We laughed for a little while longer, my attempts to make Blaise happier clearly working. After an hour or so we decided to finally get some sleep. Well not before I remembered something.

"Oh, Blaise?" I said while lying on my back, facing the ceiling.

"Yeah?"

"Why the hell does Malfoy use bath bombs?"