True Loss?

He had lost.

He had lost.

To Hufflepuff.

The world was coming to a sad end.

Hufflepuff couldn't even defeat Hufflepuff, let alone Slytherin!

How could he have lost?

How could he?

The locker room was deserted. Everyone around him drowned out their misery in whiskey and other...interesting ways. He was the only one continuing to sulk. He has been there an hour, wondering how it was possible he could have lost, to Hufflepuff!

He though he was alone, but then a familiar face popped into sight. And that's when he realized why he lost.

"Malfoy," Harry said cautiously.

"Potter," Draco spat out. "It was you!"

"What?" Harry asked, stunned.

"You," he snarled, "cost me the game. You made me lose to Hufflepuff. You made a mockery of me in from of the entire school. You, you, YOU!" he stood up and walked over to Harry ruthlessly.

"What did I do?" he as he coward back in fear. Malfoy looked ready to eat him alive.

"You and your stupid ponce hair, and your gorgeous eyes, and your pouting lips, and your horrible sense of fashion, and your bloody scar!" He cornered Harry as he slammed against the walls. He outstretched his arms to encase Harry so he couldn't move. Harry's breath quickened as Draco leaned in closer.

"You are just so wonderful, Potter. You'll never know." Harry's eyes softened and he relaxed against the wall.

"Why don't you show me just how special you think I am?" Draco smirked and captured his lips in the most perfect kiss either had ever experienced.

"I want to make it up to you," Harry said breathlessly as he broke the kiss.

"How?" Draco asked confused. Harry gave him a seductive look and slipped under his arms and went in behind him. He moved next to one of the showers.

"I've heard rumors about what goes on in the Slytherin showers. Maybe we should make our own." The exchanged smiles as Draco followed him in.

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At breakfast the next morning, flaked by his two bodyguards, Draco entered the great hall with his usual stride.

From the Gryffindor table, a certain Weasley could be heard singing,

"Malfoy is our king

He cannot catch a thing

His loss must really sting

He's just so bad, so this we sing

Malfoy is our king."

Three tables (you can guess the odd one out) filled the hall with laughter. Pride scratched not a bit, Draco left his protection and stood next to Harry, who stopped to look at him.

"Well you know, if you weren't so distracting, I could get a lot more things done." He glared at Harry who glared right back, and walked away.

"What was that all about mate?" Ron asked, concerned his song had no effect on Malfoy.

Harry locked eyes with Draco, who had taken his seat. Draco flashed him a grin, and adverted his eyes.

"Oh, he's just mad that I was making faces at him during the match. 'Seems to think that's the reason he lost the match." He smiled and took a bite of toast.