Quidditch creates tension even for the watchers!
Draco didn't hate the other Slytherin's as much as he did in the middle of a quidditch game. Slytherin vs Gryffindor. All he could hear was a stupid song (composed by Theo Nott) called Weasley Our King.
"I'm gonna release dung bombs on them," Draco said, as he & Potter were above the pitch looking for the snitch.
"I would assist you but Filch already thinks I own them."
"He's your best friend!"
"Well aware, but I don't think he's mind me not trying to get into trouble for once."
"Are you kidding? You two are a duo for it."
"Shut up!"
"Oh Merlin, it's getting louder. The poor guy is ready to bolt."
"Come on, let's go check on him!"
"We?"
"May as well."
"Alright, Potter. Lead the way!"
"Weasley is our king,
Weasley is our king,
He always lets the Quaffle in!
Weasley is our king!"
Both seekers fly near to Weasley (Ron to be exact) who was pale & was looking sickly as he stood post between the goals (well float).
"Just ignore them, Ron!" Potter said.
"Yeah, they sound stupid anyway. They're way off key. I manage Nott is throwing a fit because of it."
"& Flitwick is probably crying too."
"An insult to music."
The red head didn't even notice them.
Draco sighed & watched Alex get the quaffle. The rest of the other chasers surrounded her & headed their way.
"Protective ring maneuver. Team Captain thought my idea was smart."
"It is... Wait, you aren't the team captain?"
"Merlin, no. I should never be trusted to coach/ lead a team."
They watched as the quaffle flew to one of the Gryffindor goals & grimaced when Weasley dived for it but missed.
"Another ten points to Slytherin. The score is now 50-10 in favor of Slytherin!"
"Oh, don't sound too excited," Draco sarcastically remarked.
Potter looked at him.
"What? It's still my team!"
"Transfer to Gryffindor then."
The blond threw him the middle finger.
"We should thank you, Weasel! You're our best player!"
Draco rounded on the voice & glared at Crabbe, "Oi. Go do your job in this game! Or you'll be our worst player!"
"Draco. Draco. Did anyone ever told you to stay in your own lane?"
"Did anyone ever tell you that you can't fit in one lane?"
Potter snorted & the Slytherin sneered.
Suddenly, the blond felt a small blast of wind pass him & he glanced to see a flash of gold. He dove after it with the cold wind slapping his face. He noticed Potter had joined the chase & grinned at him.
"What say we do a bet?" He called after Potter.
"What is it?"
"If you win, I shall help Weasley with some tricks in being a keeper, you know since I am charmed enough to be one, as well as give you some maneuvers to help out your team. If I win, you buy me a butterbeer?"
Potter grinned, "Deal."
The chase grew more intense.
Both of them were very close to the snitch even after it does a sharp turn. They both then reached out & Potter does not notice Draco pulling back a little, which made the Gryffindor able to grab the snitch before him. They both stopped & heard the cheers from the Gryffindors & then the boos from the Slytherins.
"Guess, I'm not getting that butterbeer," The blond said, with a smirk.
Potter grinned with his face flushed (seemingly winded), "Shame. What was that about maneuvers?"
The blond looked at him after waving at Alex who was trying to get close to one of the twins & noticed Crabbe barreling towards Potter. His eyes widened & he quickly shoved Potter out of the way who yelped in alarm (probably thought that was one of the maneuvers).
Crabbe then crashed into the blond & the both of them fell off their brooms. Thankfully, it wasn't the height of death however it still caused harm. Draco had landed on his arm & heard a sickening crunch. When the pain registered, he had to bite his lip hard to stop him from screaming out. He bit it hard enough to draw blood & attempted to move but it was just as painful.
"F-fuck..," He rasped out.
"Draco!"
He felt someone gently help him sit up & pull him onto their lap. His non sore side was pressed against their chest. Their hands avoided his arm, & instead wrapped an arm over his lap & around his midback/ hip.
"Where are you hurt?!" Potter demanded.
The blond realized it was Potter's lap he was on & looked around to see a crowd of players around them. He shifted closer to the Gryffindor self consciously & found himself grimacing at that movement. Alex was kneeling next to them & was checking his broom for him (he valued that a lot & since Potter had him, she may as well).
"My arm..."
"Is it broken?"
"I think so."
Lukas pushed through the crowd followed by Spoons, Jack, Pansy & Blaise. He rushed over & sunk to his knees then ripped his scarf off.
"This will hurt a little."
"Don't worry Madam Pomfery is coming," Spoons assured him.
"A-ah!" Draco yelped, as Lukas was making him a makeshift splint & Potter tightened his grip on his hip.
"There. I'll help you up."
Jack & Lukas then helped the blond to stand then the Gryffindor stood then put a hand on his midback to support him too.
"Bet you loved that, Potter! Saved Weasley's neck, didn't you?!" Goyle exclaimed.
The Gryffindor team ignored them as they also seemed to be checking on Draco who was annoyed that his team was ignoring his injury (except Alex but she was his close friend).
"I've never seen a worse keeper! Maybe we should add some more verses to our little song. About his filthy mother!"
George snapped & almost went for him but Fred & Potter held him back.
"Don't go there, Goyle. I am in no mood for this," Draco hissed.
"Too bad, Draco. Maybe we'll add his no good father too!"
The Gryffindor team leapt at the twins to hold them both back.
"But then, Potter... You like the Weasleys, don't you? How can you stand the stink? I guess it reminds you of your dear own mother!
Potter tackled Goyle, punched his jaw too, & somehow one of the twins had broke free then joined the seeker in attacking the Slytherin. Crabbe also got hit in the process too. Blaise held Lukas back from getting involved since he wanted to hurt Crabbe because of what he did to the blond.
A spell knocked the twin & Potter off of the boys, causing then to land on their behinds. Draco walked over to him to check on him as the head of Gryffindor marched on to the pitch, wand raised, looking furious.
Oh shit, they were in trouble...
"What on Earth do you two think you are doing?" She demanded, her nose flaring.
Potter got to his feet & was ready to attack the Slytherin's again but Draco grabbed his shoulder.
"Don't. They're not worth it."
"He's right, mate," Weasley said, coming to his best friend's side, "As much as I hate to agree with him."
Professor McGonagall marched up to him & grabbed his elbow to make him look at her.
"My office. Now."
"Professor-"
"Mister Malfoy, I suggest you wait for Madam Pomfery. Mr Weasley you will also come with me," She ordered, looking at (who Draco assumed) George Weasley who glared at the whimpering mess of Slytherins.
"Potter, tell her everything. I'll talk to Snape to get them punished too," The blond whispered, into his ear, "Just calm yourself. Please."
Green eyes move onto him, still filled with rage.
"For me?"
With a struggle, he relaxed himself. Then, he & George followed his head of house off the pitch.
Madam Pomfery rushed around them & quickly get to Draco who tensed up. She studied his arm before taking his good hand & dragging him back to the castle for treatment. His friends trailed after them. The blond casted a look at the whimpering Slytherin's who were getting dragged to the hospital wing behind them & sighed.
After being patched up, his friends all sat around his bed looking pale. They had seen his scar on his hand that was caused by Umbridge & Blaise forced Lukas to show him his. Lukas & Draco couldn't look at them in the eye.
"Why did you both say nothing?" Blaise demanded, he snapped his head to Lukas, "I knew you didn't eat something dodgy! I saw what you ate! Why did I believe you?! Why would you lie to me?!"
His boyfriend hugged himself, "Why do you think? All of you are unpredictable... I didn't know what you would do if you knew."
"Lukas-"
"Blaise. You would of done something bad & she would of given you a far worse detention!"
"&?! She hurt you & Draco! She made you use your own blood for writing lines! I warned you about this! I told you that she would-"
"I know, alright?! Another reason why we never told you!" Lukas snapped, surprising everyone.
Lukas was known to be laid back & would never lose his temper. Seeing him do so made Blaise dropped his own temper towards him.
"Lu-"
"Do you have any idea what you are all like? Yeah, we joke & we have fun but you all lose yourselves all too easily. Draco & I are the only ones who can hold back & compose ourselves. The reason why I did not tell you, my boyfriend that I love very much, is because you act on impulse. You have a short temper & you are so... So protective of me to the point where I cannot be in another room for no more than 5 minutes while in another room. It is endearing to me. I adore the affection & care but, I don't react when you do something brash or dangerous. I don't lose it when it bites back on you. I did what I did because I am allowed to show people what I think & if I get punished. So be it. I am not made of glass & I will not submit to that bitch!" He said, pent up, "Call this a battle wound if you will!"
Blaise looked at him in awe then looked at Draco who smiled fondly at him.
"Who are you & what have you done to Lukas Merlin Tomson?" Alex asked, eyes wide.
He turned to her with his eyebrow raised, "I am his pissed off conscious that is done with bullshit."
"Welcome aboard, I am proud to have you," Jack said, smiling.
"I love you too."
They all turned to Blaise confused & he looked at Lukas with so much love that it made his heart hurt.
"What?"
"I love you too... & you're right. I am being hypocrite by yelling at you for this... I don't agree with what you did but you have put up with me doing sort of the same thing. Which is why... I'll live with you this summer if you'll still have me?"
"Always."
Lukas smirked at Draco who looked relieved.
The couple then hug & Draco couldn't find himself anymore relieved. He glanced at Pansy & frowned.
He still needed to get her out of there.