The Tale Of Two Seekers

The Tale Of Two Seekers

"Harry, Ron and I are going to the library. Do you want to come?" I whirled around and found myself facing Hermione Granger.

I shook my head. "Nah, you two go. I need to practice, anyway. We've got a big game against Slytherin this Saturday. First game of the year!"

Secretly, I knew better than to go with Hermione and Ron to the library because I knew they would really want to be alone. I knew Hermione only asked me to be polite. See, I have a very strong feeling that Hermione and Ron are in love with each other. Of course, neither one would ever admit it. How cute is that?

"Are you sure, Harry?" Hermione asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure. You two have fun now." I grinned and Hermione smiled back.

I watched Hermione leave for the library with Ron trailing behind her. Then, I turned around and headed back to the Gryffindor dormitory to get my Quidditch equipment for some practicing. We just had to beat the Slytherins at this week's match. I could just imagine me triumphing over Gryffindor's glory and see the Slytherins sulking over their loss. Then I pictured Draco Malfoy sulking the most out of all the Slytherins put together. What a day that would be!

* * * * *

As I walked out onto the Quidditch field about a half an hour later, carrying my proud Firebolt broomstick and wearing my Quidditch robes of gold and red, Gryffindor's house colors, a blurry figure was soaring overhead. I got closer and closer to the figure and spotted my arch rival, Draco Malfoy! It looked as though he was also practicing, as he was trying to catch the Golden Snitch on his Nimbus 2001 broomstick.

The Snitch was flying at super speed, and Malfoy was having a lot of trouble trying to catch it. He didn't seem to notice that I was standing there, watching him. I started wondering how long he'd been out here, trying to catch the Snitch. I realized he wasn't all that great of a Seeker. But that was really no surprise, since I usually caught the Snitch before he could even reach it during games.

Maybe I could catch it before he does, I had thought. So I hopped onto my broom and was soon in the air, speeding after the Snitch. Both Malfoy and I circled around the field several times before I got closer and closer to the Snitch. Malfoy still didn't seem to notice me. Or maybe he was just too involved in trying to catch the Snitch to care.

By some miracle, moments later, I had caught the Snitch. Malfoy, who hadn't been paying attention until now, slammed right into me and we fell to the ground. I fell flat on my back and Malfoy fell right on top of me. I was still clutching the Snitch as our brooms fell to the ground beside us.

Malfoy glared at me. "What the hell, Potter?" he demanded. "What are you doing here, anyway?"

"I was going to practice for the game tomorrow," I replied. "I didn't know you were out here, too."

"Where's your note?" Malfoy demanded. Malfoy was a Prefect, and had every right, much to my dislike, to demand that other students follow the rules. Normally, students needed notes from the head professors of their houses to use the Quidditch field. I, of course, had forgotten to ask Professor McGonagall for a note of permission.

I glared at him. "Well, where's your note, Malfoy?"

Malfoy smirked. "Prefects don't need permission to use the Quidditch field, remember, you stupid git?"

I bit my lip. Unfortunately, he was right. The stupid git.

"Get off me!" I growled, suddenly remembering how much it hurt for somebody to be lying on top of you.

"Not 'til you show me your note!" said Malfoy.

"I don't have a bloody note!" I exclaimed.

Malfoy smirked again. "Then I guess I won't get off you," he declared.

"I don't even see why we need stupid notes to use the Quidditch field," I told him, though I knew perfectly well why we needed the notes. I just wanted to hear what Malfoy would say.

"Oh, just so in case the teachers need to know where you are. You know, like if you Potty, get injured and then the teachers can't find you..." Malfoy grinned at this.

"You know," I said. "I really wish you would quite calling me 'Potty'!"

"Oh, what's the matter? You don't like my special nickname?"

I glared at him. "No wonder you don't have any friends, Malfoy," I muttered.

Malfoy sneered at me. "What do you mean by that, Potter? Of course I've got friends!"

"Well, it's just that how can you have friends if you act like this all the time. If you consider Crabbe and Goyle your friends then that's really pathetic, considering how you treat Crabbe and Goyle."

"You've only got friends cause your famous, Potter," Malfoy sneered.

"Oh, is that so?" I demanded. "Well, in that case, aren't you famous too after your father's been put into Azkaban for being a Death Eater? So why do you still not have any real friends even after you're famous?"

Malfoy glared at me. "Maybe I don't want any friends," he said. He paused. "And don't you dare ever talk about my father in front of me again, do you understand, Potter?"

"Aw, is that a touchy subject for you, Malfoy?" I asked with a grin. Malfoy glared harder than he's ever had at me. Those cold, gray eyes stared into my bright green ones. "What are you going to do? Hex me?"

"I just might..." his voice was cold and menacing.

I stared back at him. "I'd like to see you try."

Malfoy glowered. "No, you don't."

"Why not?"

"Because..." he started. But Malfoy didn't finish. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed me on the lips! I was shocked as ever, but I let him kiss me because his touch felt soft and silky. We kissed for a long time. I don't know how long because neither one of us kept track of time. But time didn't seem to matter when Malfoy kissed me.

Finally, he pulled away. His face was all flushed and I was pretty sure mine was, too. We were sweating and breathing heavily. "Is that your idea of a hex?" I asked with a grin. Malfoy grinned back, and bent his head down to kiss me again.

This time, the kiss was even more sexy, as I began to feel Malfoy's tongue in my mouth. Then I searched with my tongue for his mouth. Malfoy started grabbing at my clothes. He took off my robes and started lifting my Quidditch under shirt out of my trousers. His warm, strong hands felt around my bare body. Then I felt with my own hands around his body and took off his robes and did the same with his shirt.

Malfoy was getting restless, so we started rolling around on the ground. By now all of our clothes had been torn off. It started to rain, but we didn't notice. It rained hard and I could hear a faint roll of thunder in the background. The rain was making the dirt on the ground all muddy, and we were rolling around in it, butt naked and it didn't matter to us that we were getting all dirty.

"Draco..." I moaned his first name for the first time.

"Harry..." he murmured back.

"Draco..." I started again. "I'm getting tired. I think we should stop."

"No," Draco murmured in my ear, then started nibbling it. "Let's keep going."

"No, really," I insisted. "We need a break. I...I..." and I fell asleep.

* * * * *

A few hours later, I was awakened by Hermione Granger, who was tugging at my muddy arm. I woke up from the pain she had caused from pulling it so hard.

"What?" I demanded, still sounding quite tired.

"Get up!" she shrieked. "Oh, Harry - Malfoy played a nasty trick on you!"

"What?" I cried out, sitting up, not having the slightest idea where I was.

I realized I was still on the Quidditch field. The rain had stopped. I was all muddy and my clothes had been ripped off. In fact, as I stared around me, my clothes were no where to be found.

"Where are my clothes?" I asked, suddenly feeling cold.

Hermione shrugged. "Malfoy took them - I dunno what he did with them, but oh, Harry! Look at what he did to you!"

That's when I heard the sniggering. I gazed around the Quidditch field with the most mortifying thought in my head. That mortifying thought seemed to have come true, for every single Hogwarts student was standing around, watching me!

Suddenly, Malfoy walked right up to me. He smirked triumphly. "Liked my little hex, Potter?" he asked coldly.

"You didn't hex me," I said.

Malfoy nodded. "Yes, I did. I made you fall asleep, Potter. Then I stole your clothes and left you lying out in the rain, telling everyone they'd find a naked Harry Potter out on the Quidditch field."

I glared at him. "I thought you loved me," I hissed, barely louder than a whisper.

Malfoy chuckled. "I'll admit you were good for a harmless shag, Potter. But I never fell in love with you." He paused and tossed my clothes at me. "Oh, and here are your clothes, Potty."

Malfoy turned around and stalked off, grinning widely as he went back inside the castle. I, holding my clothes, just stared back at him. Wondering what the hell really just happened between us, two of Hogwarts's Seekers.

~~FIN~~