always the one (drarry oneshots)

The Quidditch World Cup(part 3 of quidditch series)

Howdy! This final part of the quidditch series takes place in a world where Harry decided to be a professional player, hope you enjoy!

Harry groaned, the team was practicing everyday for at least five hours and it was becoming tough on his body. Their captain was a hell of a keeper but he was a tough guy to please. When the Ballycastle Bats had chosen to take Harry almost right out of Hogwarts it was a dream. The Bats had all mutually agreed that Harry was a great seeker who had amazing potential and took him on. Of course Harry had other teams chasing him, like the Chudley Cannons(which Ron had insisted Harry accept the offer) but when the best team in the league offers you a position, you accept.

So here Harry was, a week away from his first Quidditch World Cup, beaten to a pulp. His muscles aching, his mind not working anymore, desperately in need of a break. After the fifth hour mark passed of practice Wood finally blew his whistle to say they were done. (Yes Wood as in Oliver Wood)

"Right, great practice everyone, see you tomorrow." Wood said as they all touched down.

Harry would have usually showered in the locker rooms, but he was too tired to do so at that moment, so he said goodbye and apparated home to his flat. When he got there he immediately stripped off his dirty robes and sunk into an arm chair. His eyes closing and sleep taking over.

Harry was awoken by the front door shutting and foot steps coming closer to him. He looked up to see the beautiful blonde that he called his boyfriend. The grey eyes he loved so much with the pale skin and... his mind was wandering.

"You look absolutely awful." Draco stated, appraising Harry's current condition.

"Tell me about it" Harry laughed slightly.

"Wood is running you into the ground, how are you supposed to perform well?" Draco said with a worried tone.

"I will be fine, we have off the two days before so that we can get to out tents and settle in." Harry assured.

"Alright, as long as he doesn't work you to the bone." Draco replied

"Can we order take-away for dinner? I really want thai." Harry asked

"Of course, you go shower, and I will call it in." Draco kissed Harry's fore head and made his way to the kitchen.

It was days like this that Harry was more grateful for Draco than ever. When he was so over worked and the other just did little things to help, but it meant the world. He could hear Draco's voice in the other room on the phone that it took a few weeks to help the blonde understand how to use. Harry sighed happily and got up to head for the shower.

The water was warm and relaxing to his aching muscles. Five hour quidditch practice everyday for the past month had been good for building and maintaining muscle, but made his body hurt in every fiber. Rinsing away the sweat and dirt was always the best part. Feeling physically clean again always felt good. The only part Harry hated was washing his hair, although he had shaved the sides short and swept the top into something more stylish, it was still unruly and annoying to deal with. Realizing he had probably been in there for a long time Harry cut the water off and stepped out grabbing a towel, drying himself and his hair.

When Harry walked into the bedroom Draco was putting away laundry, a smile crossed his face as he dropped his towel in search of clothing, making sure to face away from the blonde the entire time. First slipping into boxers, then a tank top, followed by sleep pants. Harry loved to tease Draco when he could, he knew that the new muscle development drove the other man crazy. So when he heard Draco stop putting away clothes he smugly grinned and turned around.

"Why didn't you ask me to put away the laundry?" Harry asked innocently.

"Because you just practiced for five hours, all I did was sit behind a desk, I need to move." Draco replied.