Harry breathed in and out slowly, feeling the sweat drip on his forehead, looking down at the clouds. He could have sworn he had seen the snitch fly up here. He scanned the white clouds, thinking to himself, that maybe he had just gotten lost in thought and his mind played tricks on him. His eyes darted over to where a familiar player had come out of the clouds, leaving a trail of white clouds behind him as he popped out of a fluffy cloud. Harry held back a smirk.
“Going somewhere, Malfoy?” Harry yelled over to him. Draco whipped his head to Harry, raising an eyebrow. He was in his Slytherin quidditch outfit that had always made Harry a little uneasy. This year's quidditch had been way different than later years though. This year's quidditch was competitive, whoever won was automatically the winner of the league. It was only a few schools, and somehow it still got down to Gryffindor and Slytherin. Visitors flew, boated, and traveled far just to see this game. Slytherin V.S Gryffindor. Draco V.S Harry. Apparently, their rivalry had been talked about all over the wizarding world.
“Potter, I see you still got your head in the clouds,” Draco said. Harry furrowed his eyebrows, making a face.
“Don’t ever attempt to make a joke again,” Harry said, going down below the clouds to get a better look. He finally saw the field, and took a look at everything. The stadium was loud even from up here in the clouds, with thousands of people cheering for them. The stands had never been this crowded, people even crowding up outside of the quidditch arena were getting excited.
“Beautiful isn't it? He heard Draco say next to him. Harry turned his head to look at Draco, who was looking down at the stands with a glaze in his eyes. He was excited. Draco Malfoy had finally found his thing, something he would probably do for the rest of his life. Harry loved quidditch but had alrea made his mind up about what he wanted to do in the future.
“It is,” Harry said, not even looking at the stands anymore. Harry saw a hint of gold out of the corner of his eyes, and before he could even look, Draco was chasing after it. Harry didn’t think twice before following him, and fast. They dove down, following the small gold ball, going the fastest they had ever gone. Harry felt like laughing, this is the most free he has felt in a while.
He and Draco flew side by side, getting closer to the pitch, trying to avoid players and the stands. Harry felt the big stand lights on him and Draco and the announcers yelled what was happening. Harry tuned all of it out and finally got close enough to the golden snitch that he could reach out and grab it, so he did. But he wasn’t the only one who had the same idea. Draco reached out for it as well, bumping his arm against Harry’s, grunting a little. Harry furrowed his eyebrows, giving one final reach and-
He and Draco both landed on the ground in the middle of the quidditch pitch, and the snitch was no longer in the air.
Harry had fallen straight on his back, getting the wind knocked out of him. He tried to get his air back into his lungs, but couldn’t. He started to panic, and sat up. He took a few deep breaths and finally stood up, still holding onto his chest with one hand. He looked around the stands, it was silent with fans waiting to see which one had the snitch. Harry looked over at Draco with a small smirk.
“Looking for something, Potter?” Draco said, one hand on his hip, and the other hand with a golden snitch in it. The stadium erupted.
170-80. Slytherin had won.
Slytherin teammates jumped off their brooms and ran to Draco, hugging him and patting him on the back. Draco looked like he was floating in the air. He was so happy. He had never seen the boy smile as big as he was now. The world had finally seen Draco Malfoy as who he was becoming, not who he was or what he did. How he had changed. Some of his teammates had ripped their jerseys off in excitement and adrenal. Harry looked in the stands as people gave others hugs and high-fives. Ron walked over beside Harry, watching Draco and his teammates as well.
“There was no chance, Malfoy is probably the greatest in the league.” Ron said, placing a hand on Harry shoulder.
“Yeah, don’t beat yourself up mate.” Seamus said beside Ron. Harry nodded at both of them, still feeling a little dissatisfied with himself.
“Where’s the trophy!?” Blaise had shouted, throwing an arm around Draco’s shoulder, looking around. Draco looked away from his teammates, meeting Harry’s eyes. Harry’s teammates picked up their broom and headed towards the locker room as Green and silver confetti rained down on his red jersey. Harry had given a private smile at Draco, acknowledging his win, before turning away and picking up his broom.
Before he could get a step in, he was being whipped around and kissed.
Harry knew those lips anywhere, instantly kissing Draco back. The stands got even louder if that was possible, and he pulled back to look at Draco, who was all sweaty and messy, but no less beautiful. Harry smiled back at him, then kissed him again, knowing both of them could not stop smiling. Even though Harry didn’t win the Quidditch Championship, he felt like he was the biggest winner in the stadium right now. Finally, Harry pulled back.
“Go celebrate with your team, Draco.” Harry said, pushing him a little. Draco walked backward a little, not wanting to tear his eyes away from Harry. This was the first time they had been seen together, as in a couple together, in public, anywhere. He didn’t want the moment to fade away so quickly.
“I love you, you know.” Draco said. Harry smiled and nodded. Draco finally turned around just as his team had been handed the trophy. They had lifted Draco up over their heads, and he lifted the trophy up, blowing a kiss to Harry. Harry smiled and walked off to the locker room, knowing it was going to be an exciting party later.