Your type (Draco x Harry)

Chapter 4:

*Third  person p.o.v*

"Potter wait, damnit!" Draco gritted his teeth, trying to reach the Gryffindor.

"You're gonna regret that you asked me to do this, Draco." Harry grinned and turned around, walking backwards.

Draco rolled his eyes as response.

Harry had made them race towards the broomstick closet.

They were gonna be seeing who could catch the snitch first.

And Harry was pretty sure he was gonna win. After all, Draco had never been able to beat him in a real match.

"Do you need help pushing yourself off the ground? You know, it would just be easier if you just gave me the snitch now. I think we both already know who's gonna win, huh Malfoy?"

Draco smirked. "So you think i'm gonna beat you too?"

Harry glared. That one hit him right back in the face. "Let's see if you can."

And the snitch flew. The two boys counted to three together, and then flew up into the air as well.

Harry was faster than Draco, which actually didn't surprise either of them.

"What's the matter, Malfoy? A bit beyond your reach?"

Draco pressed his lips into a thin line. How had Harry remembered that?

Draco had said just that in the 1st year.

A little smile creeped upon his lips, as he speed up next to the other boy.

Harry was grinning from ear to ear, and Draco could tell he having a good time. The way the Black haired boy was looking at him made the Slytherin's stomach do flips.

Before Draco could even think of anything else than the other boy,

Harry had caught the snitch.

"So," The boy started, locking eyes with Draco's stormy grey ones.

Draco shook his head disapprovingly.

"Still think you can beat me, Malfoy?" Harry walked towards him, his broomstick being held firmly in his left hand and the snitch in his right.

"I swear I was being distracted! I demand another round!" The blonde haired boy stumped his foot onto the grass, stubbornly.

Harry chuckled. "From what?" He asked.

Draco seemed to be having trouble answering that.

"Huh?"

"What distracted you?" The Gryffindor repeated.

Draco chose to ignore the question, "So you don't want to go for another round? Scared, Potter?" He eyed Harry up and down, challenging him.

Harry seemed to have forgotten all about his question, when he then spoke. "Oh, you wish, Malfoy."

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Pansy nudged her arm into Draco's left side as she sat down next to him. "Hey."

Draco nodded, seeming to be lost in his thoughts.

Pansy poured bacon, eggs and some sausage on her plate as she spoke, "where'd you and Potter run off to, yesterday?" She questioned her best friend.

Immediately, Draco's face turned into a big grin. "We played quidditch."

Pansy smiled as well. "That sounds nice."

"It was. Not only were we talking like normal friends, but the way Potter's hair looks when it's all ruffled up, is so se-"