Potter: A Drarry Fan Fiction

Three minutes

I walked out onto the pitch. The atmosphere was palpable. This was the last match we'd play. The last time we would all play together united under one team name. One school.

What struck me at this moment wasn't the nerves or Wood's strategies, but how beautiful we all were. What beautiful people I had the honour to play with.

Wood was strong and intelligent, he brought different parts together to create something truely brilliant. He had a talent, not just for quidditch, but seeing people, seeing them deeply and finding our commonality. He strikes a fire, a passion into each and every person he talks to. His energy is infectious and inspiring. He allows himself to love the things he cares about openly and truely.

The twins didn't just offer comedic relief but support and assistance without guilt or judgement. It came naturally to them. Helping others was part of their DNA. They gave everything they had without a thought for themselves. You might think I am being dismissive of their individual talents, and they are talented in their own ways, but I'd be stupid to compare that to the power they held together. There was a jovial competitive nature between them but that was serface level. They were best friends and they treated everyone else like they would their own brothers.

Flint was good. And he wouldn't want me to think that, but he is. He is fearlessly loyal. He shows his compassion with strength and aggression and that might throw some people off. People think being nice is kind words and held doors, and it is. But it's also fighting for what's right, standing up for what you believe in and not taking any shit from anyone. I'm proud of him, they are small steps, but are just as important. He's going in the right direction and I know that despite everything he is going to be a well adjusted gentleman one day, who loves himself as much as he deserves to.

Cedric is just a wonderful soul, he's understanding and sympathetic. He has a skill of recognising those who are in pain, true pain and doing every possible thing available to him to improve the situation for you. He asks for nothing in return and expects no praise. It would be understandable for him to have turned out arrogant and cocky but he hasn't, despite the amount he is sexualised by woman and men. He has a level head through it all and that takes real courage, and not just that, he makes everyone else calm as well.

I thought I knew these boys before, but I didn't.

Not really.

I saw Wood was an over reactor, not as someone with real passion.

I saw the twins as a comedic duo, not as two boys who were determined to make everyone's day a little brighter.

I saw Flint as an aggressor, not as someone who showed his kindness with strength.

I saw Cedric as a pretty face, not as someone who could make you feel loved even at your rock bottom.

These people were not who I thought they were, and I am so glad I've had the privilege of getting to know each of their individual beauty a little more.

The whistle blew and the game had begun.

I immediately flew upwards above the towers and began to search for the little golden ball.

My opponent was Henrik Schulz. I didn't really know much about him, apart from he was very small and fast.

The game below me was quick. There wasn't room for much thought. Schluz started to speed off as if he were chasing the snitch.

I remembered what Wood had said about ego. I thus decided to not fall for his trick and contined to look for the snitch myself. He hadn't seen the snitch and if he had he definitely didn't want to catch it yet. Durmstrang wanted a long, slow game like ours with Beauxbaton. They needed points.

He soon realised that I wasn't following him and had to style it out.

I had to be cleaver about this, Schluz was fast, faster then me. If we were in a race for the snitch he'd definitely win. I had to be casual.

I flew closer to the ground, very close to the ground. My feet were very close to the ground.

Lee Jordan's commentary was focused on the quick paced game above me. This allowed me to scan the pitch.

It was then when I saw it buzzing around.

The snitch.

Normally I'd dart forward and grab it but I had to fight every urge.

It was close to the wall of the stadium and was actually camouflaging itself against the gold of the Gryfinndor flag.

I moved towards the snitch without looking at it. It remained relatively still as I placed my palm around it.

I wasn't met with the normal roar of cheers and enthusiastic shouting of Lee.

No one had noticed.

The score cards flipped to show that Hogwarts had gained 150 points.

I looked up at Lee with my hand held in the air.

"HES DONE IT, HARRY POTTER HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH THREE MINUTES INTO THE GAME!" He screamed.

There was a silence before and eruption of screams. Durmstrang couldn't believe it. Wood and Krum were called to Madam Hooch.

Durmstrang was presumably asking for confirmation.

Hooch then waved me over.

I opened my hand and revealed the ball.

She blew her whistle to confirm that the match was over and the scores were 150 - nill to Hogwarts.

"YESSS, WE LOVE YOU POTTER!" Lee shouted.

McGonagall gave him a look.

"WHAT I MEAN TO SAY IS THAT I LOVE ALL OF THE PLAYERS IMPARTIALLY" he confirmed.

We all returned to the ground.

"Brilliant Harry, really" Wood said giving me a pat on the back.

I turned to wave at the crowd before we disappeared into the changing rooms.

I saw Draco standing in the middle of the room. He opened his arms for a hug.

I obliged and wrapped my arms around him.

"Why are you back here?" I asked still hugging him.

"We were a bit late getting here from breakfast, I mean, three minutes Potter, you didn't give us a lot of time to get down here" He said pulling away.

He touched my forehead,

"You haven't even broken a sweat" he laughed.

"Oi Malfoy this is a players only area" Flint joked.

"Why are you here then?" Draco replied.

Flint huffed.

"To be fair, you didn't even touch the ball" Fred reasoned.

"Oh and you did?" Flint said turning to Fred.

"Yes actually, I hit a bludger once" he said with a growing smile on his face.

The two boys broke out into laughter.

Madam Hooch entered after calling out.

Everyone fell silent.

"After deliberation with the Durmstrang team captain and my extensive knowledge of the game the victory has indeed been given to Hogwarts" she announced.

Just as she was walking away she turned to me and gave me a nod, which for her meant a great deal.

We had officially won.