The Snitch That Draco Really Wants To Catch

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"Harry?"

"What, Draco?"

"I need help."

"I already showed you how to work it . . . I know its kind of an old kit but it will just have to do . . .for now."

"But--"

"What?"

"Yours looks better than mine."

"Well of course mine does . . . I´m The-Boy-Who-Lived . . . mine has to look better than yours."

Draco hit Harry on his arm. "Fine...okay I´m done then . . . how does it look?"

Harry didn´t look up from his homework. "It looks nice, Draco."

"You didn´t even see it."

Harry gave a fast glance at it and then focused on his charms homework. "I saw it and it´s nice."

Draco sighed and sat in the chair next to Harry. "Harry, can you please do your essay another time? I want to go riding with you."

Harry dropped his quill and looked in Draco´s gray eyes. He smirked when finally realizing what Draco could have been asking.

Draco widened his eyes when he knew what Harry was thinking. "HARRY I didn´t mean THAT way."

"Sure you didn´t . . . anyway I´ll go riding with you but only for about half an hour. I have to be back in the common room by midnight or they´ll suspect something."

"Like last time?"

Harry smirked as he remembered spending the whole night with Draco in Hogsmeade. They had went shopping and got each other a couple of drinks. When Harry was finally in the common room at five o´ clock, Ron thought that Harry had spent his time shagging the living daylights out of some girl.

"Yeah . . . we don´t want Ron drawing conclusions again."

"Okay . . . well lets go!"

Harry and Draco made their way outside toward the Quidditch field. Both of them had formed a verbal agreement at the beginning of their last summer and became really good friends. Dumbledore, (who was the only one who knew about their friendship) thought it was a wonderful thing to have the Slytherin and Gryffindor become friends, so, he let them spend time after hours together to build on their friendship.

"Okay Draco . . . that broom looks really good . . . I guess my old broomstick servicing kit worked!"

"Yeah it worked, but you are in real need of a new one. Hmmm maybe we could buy you one, tomorrow night at Hogsmeade?"

"Sure."

"Okay, Mister Famous Harry Potter . . . I am going to kick your ass at Quidditch! Ready to lose?"

Harry smirked at him. "Draco . . . since when have you ever kicked my ass in Quidditch? You know perfectly well I am a lot better than you."

"Well I have been practicing with Crabbe and Goyle . . ."

"And I have been practicing with the Weasleys."

"Shut up, Potter, and let´s play," Draco said as he opened his hand and the tiny Snitch zoomed down the field.

"Ready?"

"Yeah."

Draco and Harry mounted their brooms and both went zooming after the Snitch. The first few times of chasing the Snitch they both crashed into each other, trying to get the Snitch first.

"Man Harry! I almost had the Snitch if you didn´t have your blasted broomstick digging into my upper arm!"

Harry only smirked at Draco as he went zooming down the field. Draco went zooming after him.

Suddenly, about in the middle of the field, both Draco and Harry spotted the Snitch. They were at opposite sides of the field and each of them was zooming toward each other to try and catch the Snitch. They were now only inches apart when they both reached up for the Snitch but, the speed of their broomsticks made them both crash into each other and neither Draco nor Harry had the Snitch.

In as quick as a flash, Harry and Draco were a tumbled mess from the crash. Brooms and hands and legs were all tangled together . . . falling, falling, falling fifty feet to the ground. Draco opened his eyes and saw Harry on top of him, still zooming down to the ground. Draco knew that once they hit the ground he would expect an excruciating pain on his back since his whole back was facing the ground.

Harry opened his eyes quickly and saw the situation before it happened. Draco was going to get hurt and Harry noticed the fear flash before Draco´s eyes. In a split second Harry seized Draco´s shoulders and turned their bodies over so that Harry´s back landed on the hard ground surface.

Harry instantly felt the pain rise up his whole backside. He flinched and tried to think of anything but the pain, however it was unbearable.

Draco who saw Harry suffering in pain reached over and touched his cheek. Instantly Harry tensed up and opened his eyes. Draco smiled at Harry because he knew that Harry had just saved him from harm. "Are you okay?"

Harry moaned. "I am fine." He flinched. "Are you fine?"

Draco nodded his head but didn´t move his hand away from Harry´s cheek. Harry was getting uncomfortable under Draco´s touch. They never had been this close together . . . they avoided touching each other as much as possible . . . but here was Draco running his fingers along Harry´s cheek. The only thing that Harry didn´t realize was that Draco always wanted to be this close to Harry, touching him. Harry only wanted to be friends . . . so Draco was just Harry´s friend . . . just his friend. But, that wouldn´t stop the dreams Draco had of Harry . . . oh the dreams were wonderful.

Draco felt a sudden movement in between his and Harry´s chests. Draco gave Harry a puzzled look before letting his hand slide down between their two chests. Draco could feel Harry´s quickened heartbeat against his. He moved his hand down a bit farther and felt a sudden cold ball inside his palm. Draco withdrew the ball from their chests and opened his hand. It was the Golden Snitch.

Harry´s eyes widened as they both stared at the Snitch. Draco puffed his chest up with pride and closed the Snitch tighter in his hand. "Seems that you have been beaten, Harry."

Harry didn´t say anything but drew in a deep breath. Draco suddenly realized he must have been making Harry hard to breathe since he was still on top of him. He gently got off of Harry and reached out his hand for him. Harry took Draco´s hand.

"I think I need to go to the hospital wing. My back is killing me."

"Well maybe if you hadn´t-"

"Draco . . . I turned us over because I didn´t want you to be hurt." He looked over in Draco´s deep eyes and then down at his feet. Draco felt himself go red. "And besides you have a Quidditch match against Ravenclaw tomorrow . . . I don´t think anyone wants you hurt for that game."

"Well, maybe Weasley wouldn´t mind if I was hurt."

"Just shut up and help me to the hospital wing."

Both boys were walking really slowly to the hospital. Each of them were scared of what Madame Pomfrey would think to see two students out of bed, but maybe Dumbledore could explain everything to her tomorrow. They walked to the end of the hallway and opened the door slowly, so it creaked.

Draco was holding Harry up as they walked, so he limped each step he took. They limped till they found the closest bed, and Draco helped Harry in the bed.

Once Harry was comfortable, Draco asked, "Okay . . . are you fine? You need Madame Pomfrey? She might be sleeping." Draco looked at his wristwatch and saw the time. "Yeah . . . she´s probably sleeping, since it is twelve-ten."

Harry only groaned. "I´ll be fine for the night. I don´t really want all that extra care Madame Pomfrey gives me anyway. I´ll just sleep here." Harry closed his eyes and was slowly drifting to sleep.

Draco, who was sitting in a chair by Harry´s bed, watched as Harry was going to sleep. Harry´s stomach would rise and fall in a rhythmic pattern, and a piece of his hair in front of his eyes would rise and fall against his forehead. Draco smiled to himself and got out of his chair. He came closer to the bed and took off Harry´s glasses, and put them on the table beside his bed. He turned and saw Harry´s sleeping form without his glasses.

He seemed so innocent right then, under the moonlight rays from the window and the white sheets on his bed . . . like an angel. But, Draco got to know that Harry was defiantly no angel. He loved to break rules just as much as Draco did, and Draco loved it when they broke the rules together . . . it was more dangerous.

Draco broke out into a huge grin recalling all the times they spent together, and he gently came closer to Harry´s face, and he took a chance and did what he wanted to do since . . . forever. He kissed Harry´s cheek. He moved his lips toward Harry´s ear and whispered, "I hope you get better soon." Harry only moaned in reply.

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TO BE CONTINUED!