Post by kohane on Nov 2, 2011 16:31:44 GMT -8
Title: Practice
Rating: PG
Word Count: 299
Warnings: Bit of language
Summary: Never practice alone. It doesn't make for as good a time as practicing with someone else.
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"Potter!"
Harry turned around seeing Draco Malfoy heading his way, dressed in his top of the line Quidditch robes, and carrying his Nimbus 2001.
"I need someone to practice my amazing seeker talents against. The Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw are to scared. So how about it?"
Harry wanted to say no, he had homework, but the challenge in Malfoys eyes convinced him. Can't let the little prat think he's chicken now can he? So Harry nodded, and told Malfoy he'd meet him at the pitch in 15 minutes.
The wind was cold as it whipped his robes around. Harry searched for that elusive winged ball. Malfoy was at the other end of the pitch searching as well. As the wind whipped his hair around, Harry saw the snitch flying around the Slytherin and Gryffindor spectator towers. Harry flew off, Malfoy not far behind, having seen the snitch immediately after Harry.
They flew, neck in neck. Harry flew into a position just above Malfoy, then suddenly maneuvered his Firebolt, flying straight up. Malfoy, having not been paying attention to the snitch, hadn't noticed it's sudden upward flight, and after a moments confusion, flew after Harry.
With barely inches between them, Harry caught the snitch, looped over backwards, grinning at Malfoy as he flew upside down above him, and quickly, landed, holding the fluttering ball above his head in victory.
"Sorry Malfoy, better luck next time eh?" He stated as Malfoy landed and walked up to him.
Without warning Malfoy had the collar of Harry's robes in his hand, and his lips pressed tightly to Harry's. Harry barely had time to register the touch of lips on his, before Malfoy released him and backed away.
"You know your arse looks great. You should fly above me like that more often Potter."
".......What. The. Hell?"
Rating: PG
Word Count: 299
Warnings: Bit of language
Summary: Never practice alone. It doesn't make for as good a time as practicing with someone else.
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"Potter!"
Harry turned around seeing Draco Malfoy heading his way, dressed in his top of the line Quidditch robes, and carrying his Nimbus 2001.
"I need someone to practice my amazing seeker talents against. The Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw are to scared. So how about it?"
Harry wanted to say no, he had homework, but the challenge in Malfoys eyes convinced him. Can't let the little prat think he's chicken now can he? So Harry nodded, and told Malfoy he'd meet him at the pitch in 15 minutes.
The wind was cold as it whipped his robes around. Harry searched for that elusive winged ball. Malfoy was at the other end of the pitch searching as well. As the wind whipped his hair around, Harry saw the snitch flying around the Slytherin and Gryffindor spectator towers. Harry flew off, Malfoy not far behind, having seen the snitch immediately after Harry.
They flew, neck in neck. Harry flew into a position just above Malfoy, then suddenly maneuvered his Firebolt, flying straight up. Malfoy, having not been paying attention to the snitch, hadn't noticed it's sudden upward flight, and after a moments confusion, flew after Harry.
With barely inches between them, Harry caught the snitch, looped over backwards, grinning at Malfoy as he flew upside down above him, and quickly, landed, holding the fluttering ball above his head in victory.
"Sorry Malfoy, better luck next time eh?" He stated as Malfoy landed and walked up to him.
Without warning Malfoy had the collar of Harry's robes in his hand, and his lips pressed tightly to Harry's. Harry barely had time to register the touch of lips on his, before Malfoy released him and backed away.
"You know your arse looks great. You should fly above me like that more often Potter."
".......What. The. Hell?"
I wonder if Draco had been planning that the whole time 
