Chapter 1 The Match

Authors Note

Hi, this is the first Fanfiction I wrote.

My native language is not English, so I apologize in advance for eventual mistakes.

But hope that you might enjoy the story anyway.

I don't own the characters anything you might recognize from the Harry Potter world.

This is also my first time uploading on , I've also published this story on AO3 (Secret Snitches by Flumet)

Warnings:

Mentions of blood and injuries

Slash

Some character's might be a bit, or a lot, OOC

(Might update the warnings as the story progress, or add warnings in new chapters)

"Scared Potter?" Malfoy smirked.

"You wish" Harry winked to Malfoy. Surprisingly only Malfoy saw that detail.

"Get on your brooms!" Madam Hooch called.

After a minute the teams were high in the sky and the first Gryffindor vs Slytherin quidditch match of the year began. Potter and Malfoy were searching the sky for a glimpse of the small golden ball. Although both, every other minute, cast a glance at the other and smirked.

The players below them were giving everything they had. After and hour the scores were Slytherin 70 points and Gryffindor 60 points. The snitch hadn't appeared yet but neither Malfoy or Potter were stressing. But the next second Malfoy saw something glimmer to his left.

Both seekers were of, turning and looping around each other while flying at high speed. The snitch took a deep dive and so did the boys. Both smiled at each other. It wasn't smirks, instead genuine smiles. Of course only the two boys noticed this.

Both reached out their hands to grab the snitch, when it once again took a sharp turn, but this time upwards. Draco turned up a second before Harry and was therefore leading. He looked down and saw Harry coming closer. Draco smirked at Harry, who stuck out his tongue in a teasing expression.

When Draco were just about to turn his attention back to the snitch, he saw a bludger flying at high speed towards Harry. Harry saw as fear struck Draco's eyes and heard him shout: "Harry look out!"

Just as he turned his head, the bludger hit his right cheekbone. He slipped of his broom and began to fall. Malfoy began to dive after Harry. He knew he wouldn't catch up, but he had to at least try. Draco could feel tears burning in the corner of his eyes, but he didn't care right now.

When Harry were only a few meters from the ground Malfoy screamed. 'Why hadn't anyone cast a Aresto Momentum or something?' the blond boy thought in his panic.

Thud.

When harry hit the ground Draco screamed once again and slowed his speed, but he was still going quite fast and it was more a crash than a landing when he hit the ground. But Draco didn't care.

"Harry!" he screamed, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Draco fell to his knees next to the unconscious boy. Harry's glasses were broken, his cheek was scratched and there was blood, in the grass, around the boy. Draco put his hand against the boy's neck and felt a weak pulse. Harry's chest was slowly sinking and rising indicating that he were still breathing.

Draco took Harry's hand in his own and let out a loud sob. He heard the sounds of several people running towards him over the pitch. But he didn't hear anything else. No cheers, no screams, no voices at all. He looked up and saw the school staring down at him and Harry.

Draco turned around and saw Dumbledore, Madam Pomfrey, McGonagall and some of the other teachers running towards him. Not far behind them stood both quidditch teams looking shocked and confused. Pomfrey began to work at once with examining Harry. Dumbledore put his hand on Draco's shoulder and looked at him with sad eyes.

Draco realized that he couldn't do anything for Harry right now, but he still didn't want to let go of the other boy's hand.

"We need to take him to the hospital wing" Pomfrey said looking at Dumbledore, who nodded in response,and started to levitate the still unconscious boy. Draco let go of Harry's hand, and hid his face in his hands instead. The hand on his shoulder disappeared and he heard the headmaster leaving with Pomfrey and the golden boy's head of house.

Draco sat still for a couple of minutes, sobbing, before he stood up and let his hands drop from his face. His hair was hanging in front of his eyes and Draco guessed that it looked anything but it's usual perfect self. Not that it mattered. The only thing that mattered was Harry, and the fact that Draco hadn't been able to save him.

Draco turned around and started to walk, tears still streaming down his cheeks. The rest of the teachers just stared at him as he passed them. As he was just about to pass the two teams he heard someone walking towards him and shout

"Malfoy what the bloody hell was that?!"

Draco stopped but didn't look up. And when he didn't answer either, the person grabbed his shoulders hard and shook him.

"What Was That?! What did you Do?!"

Draco looked up and saw a furious Ron Weasley shouting at him. As Weasley saw Draco's broken look, he froze with a shocked look. The next second Weasley was ripped away from Draco, and Snape growled at the red head to back off. Then he put a gentle hand to Draco's back and shoved him forwards.

Draco walked with Snape without paying any attention to were the professor was leading him. He only realized they were in the dungeons when Snape opened the door to his personal office and led Draco in.

Draco took a seat on the dark brown sofa that stood to the side of the room, in front of a warm fireplace. He stared into nothingness while Snape gathered some potions. He then took a seat next to the blond boy and gave him some healing potions for the bruises he otherwise would get after the crash landing.

The boy took the potions without questions and felt a little better. After a minute Draco started to sob into his hands again. Snape gently put his arm around the boy and let him lean against him. After almost an hour of crying, Draco's breathing slowed down and Snape realized that the boy had fallen asleep.

Snape got up and gently tipped the boy, so he was lying on the sofa, and put a blanket over him. Realizing that the boy wouldn't wake up for a few hours, he left the room quietly. Taking a last look at the broken boy before he closed the door.