DRARRY ONESHOTS (fluff + smut)

The Quidditch Match (fluff)

"Harry has spotted the snitch and is taking a dive for it. Malfoy follows close behind, oh come on Harry don't let this oaf pass you!"

"JORDAN!" Professor McGonagall was really starting to loose her shit, as Lee seemed to be making more snide remarks towards the Slytherin team than usual.

Harry felt his broom slow down momentary as he looked back to see the Slytherin seeker speeding towards him. He caught a glimpse of his platinum blond hair and his shining silver eyes before Malfoy sped past him, eager to get a hold of the snitch. "Shit." Harry said to himself as chased after them.

"Harry what the FUCK." Lee said angrily into the microphone as McGonagall shook her head, not bothering to yell anymore than she already had.

But they were both gaining on it, Harry was so close he could almost taste i- wait. Harry didn't see the snitch at all.

"Harry, what the hell are you doing? The snitch is over here!" He heard George yell just as he started to slow down again. But then what was Malfoy chasing? Just as he thought this, Malfoy swivelled on his broom and grabbed Harry, plummeting towards the ground. He struggled to fight the tall boy's grip.

"I'm not sure what Draco's doing but Harry isn't putting up much of a fight." Lee said, bored.

Just then, Harry and Draco tumbled onto the grass and before he knew it, Draco had him pinned down.

"MALFOY IS ON TOP OF POTTER." An excited Lee exclaimed. As Draco held Harry down with one hand, he mounted his broom with the other. Just as he was about to take off towards the snitch, Harry grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled him down roughly to the ground.

"POTTER IS NOW ON TOP OF MALFOY. I REPEAT, POTTER IS NOW ON TOP OF MALFOY!"

Harry smiled maliciously, still holding on to his nemesis' shirt. "So," he said, leaning in closer so his face was about an inch away from Draco's. "Is this what it come's down to?" Harry asked in a tone that made Draco shiver. "It would appear that way, wouldn't it?" He replied, smirking.

Harry's lips were now hovering so close to Draco's, he could practically taste his sweet, luscious sent. But then, so fast he didn't have time to process what was happening, Draco shoved Harry hard onto the ground and reclaimed his spot on top. He stared into a dumbstruck Harry's eyes, pausing, unsure of what he should do next. "I fucking hate you, Potter," he muttered,, almost shyly. Harry grinned at the sheepish boy in front of him as he shifted upwards so that he spoke quietly but aggressively into Draco's ear, "I fucking hate you too."

"DRACO IS ON- I'M A LITTLE CONFUSED," but it was drowned out by the sounds of the crowed bellowing, when Draco slammed his lips into Harry's, engaging in an extremely passionate and angry kiss. Draco's hands tangled in Harry's messy hair as he shoved him back onto the ground as Harry's arms wrapped tightly around Draco's small hips. One of his hands slithered up Draco's back to the small of his neck, holding him in place.

"That is ENOUGH you too!" It was McGonagall"s voice in the mic now, angry, but you could tell she was enjoying herself.

Harry's soft tongue was now caressing Draco's firm lips as Draco pulled back with a small smile on his face. "Well come on then, we have a game to finish," He said, still staring at Harry. "Right then," he replied, but then he realized the snitch had already been caught by a disgruntled looking Madam Hootch.

"Rematch tomorrow, since hormonal teenagers seem unable to keep it in their pants for more than five seconds."

Draco pulled Harry up to standing, both of them breathing heavily.

"Until tomorrow?"

"Yeah, tomorrow."

*OK so first published fanfic. Kinda a little bit shitty but oh well. Hopefully they will get better. They probably will.