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Title: Grudge Match Authors:  poeticdesirehi_liter_boyRaiting: NC-17 for later Parts Pairing: Harry/Draco Notes: Inspired by the Harry/Draco music video to the song "Through With You" found in LJ community ParryHotter. Draco trudged back from the pitch. He was dressed in his Quidditch robes, all that Green fabric, then that blonde head and pale face. Draco Malfoy was smirking while he walked. He'd show Potter in the next game. He'd show everyone who the best seeker at school was. It would be a Slytherin. Harry was sitting in the Great Hall at the Gryffindor table. The first table near the doors of the Hall. He was sitting with Ron on one side, Hermione on the other per usual. He was discussing Quidditch strategies with Ron, who'd become a Chaser on the team. After he had gone back to the Common and changed, Draco headed back down to the Great Hall. Walking alone, since Crabbe and Goyle were already eating. He glanced at Harry when he entered. He sneered when he noticed him talking about Quidditch with Weasley. That Over-grown Bloke. He sat at the Slytherin table, between Crabbe and Goyle. Not for the first time, he thought it was lucky he was so slim, or he wouldn't fit between the bulks of the two boys. Harry paused as Draco walked in, shooting a glare in the pale boy's direction at that sneer. He watched Draco before turning back to Ron, grinning a bit at a comment..'Probably training the broom to catch the snitch for him.' Harry gave that grin of his as Ron said that, and it caused a few other Gryffindors to laugh or snicker. Draco listened to dull conversation around him at the table. He wasn't exactly feeling himself. Usually he could at least muster something to say. But he Sat quietly, going over what he had practiced all morning over in his head. Harry glanced at his watch and stood up. The lightest incline of his head was given. Ron and 5 other Gryffindors stood. It was noticed that they were in their Quidditch robes. Their practice time now. His eyes fixed on Harry. People from the Slytherin team were still coming into the Great Hall and sitting down to eat. It would help to see what he would be up against... He fixed Draco with a glare. Emeraldine eyes seeming to meet those gray orbs. He was paused in the middle of the doors. He was nudged by Ron and turned away, leading his team out towards the pitch. He snapped at His table and got up. He followed the Gryffindors out, along with Crabbe, Goyle, and the Slytherin Quidditch team. They arrived at the pitch a few minutes after Gryffindor did. Half the team were in their normal robes, some still in their practice robes. They moved and took seats around the field, to watch. The Gryffindor team was on the ground, discussing. Harry looked up and spotted Draco and other Slytherins. "Oh, for the love of Merlin.." The team blinked and looked around, shouts of surprise when the Slytherin team was spotted. Harry hopped onto his Firebolt and flew up, floating in front of the stands Draco was in. "What are you doing here, Malfoy? This is Gryffindor practice time, the field is ours and ours alone right now!" ?What, Potter? Scared we'll find out the Gryffindors are cheating?" His voice was drawling more then ever. His face lit up slightly with Harry's reaction, a wide Grin over his pale features. It even reached his cold gray eyes. Harry's eyes narrowed. "We don't need to cheat to WIN, Malfoy. That's your job. Then again, that hasn't exactly worked for you either, now has it?" "We're not going to have to cheat to beat your team, Potter. We came out to see the.. Competition? He scoffed, smirking. "I hope you can at least give the school a decent game to watch." "You've come to see if you can compete with us. It won't do you any good, so you may as well just leave the field, Malfoy. " He glared at the pale blonde he so hated. Despised. The wind blew his black hair a bit, causing that scar to be revealed at random intervals as his bangs were blown. "You're time has started, Potter." He sneered and lifted his watch. Hufflepuff had the field after Gryffindor. So they only had a set amount of time. Harry growled and whipped around, flying back down to the group of Gryffindors. He was speaking quietly and motioning with his hands. He shook his head at something and looked at Fred and George pointedly, motioning to their Beater clubs. They smirked and nodded as Harry motioned, the team flying into the air and he kicked the box before flying off, the bludgers, quaffle, and snitch released to the air. The Slytherins were relaxed in the stands. Most of them were just talking amongst themselves. But Draco watched intently, that cold glare resting on Harry. Suddenly other some other Slytherins began to scatter with yells of surprise. The team was playing damn well..not only that, Fred and George were SLAMMING the bludgers in the direction of the Slytherins. Draco had ignored most of the yelling. He was focused on Harry, watching the boy. But when he saw something streaking towards his head, he woke up. Draco flung himself back onto the floor of the stands. The Bludger ended up nailing Goyle in the belly. He grimaced slightly, looking at the twins and then to Harry. Most of the team made a hasty retreat away from the field, and he and Crabbe helped the injured Goyle to the hospital wing. Harry gave a smirk worthy of Draco and flew by the twins, slapping their hands and nodding his head. He then continued to take the team through the strategy he'd planned now that all the Slytherins had retreated. Draco left Crabbe and Goyle in the infirmary. No need to have all three of them there. He couldn't stand that he let Potter have a laugh at his expense. He was high in the air, eyes scanning for the snitch. He noticed Draco leaving the castle again and grumbled to himself. Though, luckily, practice was almost over. He spotted the snitch and shot after it, giving chase and catching it quickly. He watched the chase, and the catch. His smirk faltered only for a moment. He wanted to beat Potter so badly. He had to beat Potter. He had the twins capture the bludgers and put them away. He tucked the snitch back in its spot and set the quaffle back in, shutting the box. He turned to face Malfoy. He glared at Harry, heading back to the Castle as Hufflepuff came out. Harry smirked and lead his team back to the castle. Wasn't every day you got to one-up Draco. He was leaning against the wall, beside the door that the Gryffindors came in. He watched most of the team walk by, eyes focusing quickly on the back of Potter's head. "You think that was funny, Don't you, Scarhead?" Draco had one foot flat against the wall. Arms folded over his chest. That pretty face tilted just slightly to the right. Harry paused and turned to look at Draco, smirking. "It was, actually. That ought to show you, hm?" That dangerous smirk widened. But he wasn't giving away anything in his face. "We'll see how funny you think the Bludgers are after the game." He snickered. "I'm not worried. The Slytherin beaters are about as bad as Slytherin's Seeker." "I'm glad you can admit I'm better then you. That's a healthy self image." He grinned, pushing himself off the wall. "Bad as in horrible, Malfoy. You're no good on that field. Only reason you're on the team is you bought your way on." "And the only reason you are there is because everyone feels so bad for their Tragic Hero!" He glared at Harry. He wanted to do something horrible to the other boy. Anything. He wanted to hurt him. He knew that Harry didn't get on the team because he was famous. He was on that team because he could fly. But he wasn't about to admit to it. "I'm on the team because you decided to be 'smart' and take Neville's Remembrall. If you hadn't thrown it, and I hadn't caught it, I wouldn't BE on the team. I got on the team because I had natural SKILL...which YOU brought out to show everyone." He smirked. "Get out of my way, Potter." He violently brushed past Harry's shoulder. If he stayed much longer, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from doing something that even his father would be able to cover up. "Talentless git." He turned to look after Draco and crossed his arms. "All you are is talk, Malfoy." He either didn't hear it, or he ignored Harry's comments. He headed back to the Slytherin common. Post a comment in response: |
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