Chapter 1- Quidditch

"Harry! What the bloody hell are you doing in here?"

"I had to see you."

"You have to leave now before someone sees us."

"Draco! Wait."

"Wh-", Suddenly Harry pulled Draco closer to him then kissed him.

"Good luck out there." He said sexily as he walked out.

How the hell am I supposed to focus on Quidditch now?!

Draco headed out to the Quidditch field.

Half way through the game Draco was nearly knocked off his broom when a bludger hurdled towards him. Fortunately, it missed him just by a smidge.

Still dazed by Harry's kiss he didn't notice the snitch floating right in from of him.

He didn't even go after it. He just sat there floating staring at the sky.

Five minutes later the score keep announced, "Ravenclaw wins!"

Whoa! When the hell did the match start?!

As everyone flew down to ground there were so many thoughts going through Malfoys mind he didn't realize the insults his team was spewing at him for costing them the match.

Luckily his father wasn't there. Otherwise he wouldn't have heard to the end of how "daddy paid for new brooms and bought his way onto the team and blah blah blah."

To be perfectly honest Draco didn't even like Quidditch. He just joined the team to annoy Potter.

Pff... Potter. With his messy hair and his blue eyes and his perfect ass I mean uhhh his annoying wit and sarcasm actually he's pretty cute when he's being sarcastic and his hair doesn't look so bad when it's all messy and untamable. His eyes aren't terrible either. They're like sapphire crystals from the finest jeweler. No! Like deep pools of blue that can color the oceans and the sky. Hmm Potter. Whoa whoa whoa wait a minute! What am I doing? Thinking about Potter! Pshh.

Draco obviously in complete denial quickly shook the perfection that is Harry Potter out of his head.

Oh and who should he run into five seconds later? Ron and Hermione and where there's the weasel and granger there's...

"Harry! Where have you been? We've been looking for you all afternoon!" Hermione belted out as Harry approached the crowd.

"I was at the Quidditch field."

"But, we don't have a game or practice today." Ron said.

"I know I was watching Slytherin vs. Ravenclaw. Quite an interesting match if I recall ummm Dra-"

Draco gives Harry a sharp look as his almost used his first name.

"Err Malfoy just sat there on his broom not making a move. He looked like a fool."

"Speaking of Malfoy."

Ron turned to question Draco's presence.

"What do you want?"

"If you must know weasel, I need to speak to Potter."

"About what?"

"None of your business Granger!'

"Harry lets go. It's obviously some sort of plan to hex you or something."

"Hermione wait. Let's umm hear him out." Harry pleaded.

"Well. I umm... I.. I never mind. I don't owe any of you and explanation especially a filthy little mud blood like yourself granger."

"Don't call her that!" Ron pointed his wand towards Draco.

Harry shields him. "Ron he's not worth it. Let's go."

They each parted ways.

Hermione had to get to the library to tutor some first years.

Draco wandered off into the school building.

Harry and Ron headed off the Great Hall.

"Harry what do you suppose Malfoy wanted with you?"

"No Idea." Harry lied. He knew exactly what he wanted. Before the match Harry unexpectedly kissed Draco very passionately. That was the first time they've done so as a couple.