As the days went by, Harry's hate for Malfoy increased more and more.
During a Hogsmeade trip, Harry's Invisibility Cloak slipped off and the little rodent told Snape.
That had cost him the Marauder's Map.
Then, Hagrid had gotten a letter stating Buckbeak would be officially executed.
The only good outcome from that was Hermione and Ron got their senses together and became friends again.
The Quidditch match against Slytherin was coming up, and Harry was more desperate to win than ever.
For a week before the match, Harry trained hard into the night under the supervision of Madam Hootch, skipping delicious meals in the Great Hall.
Oliver Wood was always having talks with Harry so long that he was late to class several times.
On the night before the match, Harry couldn't sleep. He decided to get a cup of water, but out the window he saw The Grim, so he couldn't sleep even more.
Harry pulled on his red Quidditch robes in the locker room and walked out onto the field.
The Slytherins booed loudly but the rest of the school cheered.
The Gryffindor team walked to the middle of the court to shake hands with the Slytherin team.
Harry looked down at the hand he was shaking and noticed how smooth it was.
He looked up and met Malfoy's grey eyes. Malfoy scowled and clenched Harry's hand real hard, digging his nails in.
"Three, two one!" Madam Hootch blew her whistle and the game began. The players zoomed into the air, Harry looking around for the Snitch.
After the game has been going on for a good hour, Gryffindor was ahead but Slytherin was catching up quickly.
Harry tried to steer clear of Malfoy to avoid embarrassment , but Malfoy kept tailing him so close, that Harry could feel the breath coming from Malfoy's lips.
The lips he had once kissed.
Malfoy was smirking. "Bet you couldn't catch the Snitch if it was right in front of your face," he sneered.
"Don't forget you made the same mistake in second year," Harry reminded him.
Malfoy stopped smiling. His mouth dropped into an upside down U.
Harry tried to stop himself, but the words escaped him. "You look cute when you pout."
Draco's eyes widened. He opened his mouth to say something, but Harry caught sight of the Snitch, right next to Malfoy's ear.
Harry reached out slowly to Malfoy, as if to stroke his hair, but quick as a bullet, snatched the ball from the air. The whistle blew, and the crowd cheered.
Malfoy's face swelled in anger. "It was all a plan! Why, you little!-"
Harry interrupted him.
"And I thought Slytherins were supposed to be the smart, sneaky ones."
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Draco lunged at Potter. But he slid off his broom and ended up sitting on Harry's Firebolt, facing Harry. Harry's already outstretched arms ended wrapping around Malfoy as the weight shifted.
Draco's body tingled, staring into Harry's green orbs. The crowd was cheering more then ever.
Girls were screaming, "I ship!"
"They're so cute!"
Most people were chanting in unison, "Kiss him! Kiss him! Kiss him!"
So, right there, in the middle of the Quidditch field in midair, Harry Potter kissed Draco Malfoy. The crowd roared.
But as Harry leaned into Draco, so that the broom was tilted down, he let go of Draco, and the boy fell into the mud below him, his white head landing with a splat.
The Slytherins booed, while the Gryffindors and the rest broke out in laugher, saying things like,
"Serves him right!"
"Look at him lying there!"
"Harry Potter for the win!"
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Harry Potter had intentionally kissed Draco, savoring the feel of his teeth against his own. But as the crowd broke out in roars, Harry thought of the humiliation he would receive.
So, he whispered "Sorry," and let go of Draco.
The crowd laughed as that beautiful fluffy hair got splattered with mud, and Harry smiled at first.
But then Harry looked down and instead of seeing Draco, he saw himself. He saw a skinny pale boy being bullied, as Dudley had done to him. Harry was treating Draco like trash, like a toy, just a thing to laugh at.
So Harry did what he knew was right. He slipped off his own broom, landing in the mud beside Draco, and leaned over.
Draco met his lips and Harry could feel their long, hungry cocks poking each other. They kissed passionately in the middle of that field, not caring that hundreds of people were watching them.
As Dumbledore came onto the field to give Harry the trophy, Harry with a smile, handed it to Draco, saying,
"It belongs to this little shit."
