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The quidditch pitch was abandoned at twelve o'clock, as most of the Hogwarts students were already in bed, asleep. Draco Malfoy should have been asleep too, but something was plaguing his mind, he couldn't figure out what it was, and he couldn't get it out of his head. Since the main feast for supper that evening, when stupid Potter, had smiled at him, Draco couldn't get the idiot's grin out of his head. His mostly straight teeth, the raven hair that never fell right, but at the same time, always fell perfectly. The boy was insufferable, but he was whirling in Draco's mind as if he'd taken a love potion! Wait... love? Draco didn't love Harry Bloody Potter. No, Draco was as straight as a broomstick... a non-crooked broomstick. Much like the one he was flying on at the minute, the Nimbus 2001 turned at the lightest touch and he enjoyed the feel of wind on his face. Trying to forget the green eyed nuisance. It was working quite well as he practiced catching the snitch, the wind pulling at his quidditch robes, right up until...

"Malfoy?" The voice came from behind him and Draco knew who it was instantly, Potter. He felt his heart plummet and soar in the same moment, as if it was enjoying the rush of a perfectly executed dive before pulling out and flying straight up.

"Potter." Draco drawled, turning the broom about to face the raven haired boy. A warm feeling filled his heart when he saw the boy leaning low over his firebolt, like an animal's crouch when it wanted to play.

"What're you doing out on the quidditch pitch at this time of night? I've never seen you out before?" Harry asked, accidently giving away the fact that he snuck out to the arena often.

"I was bored, I've got a lot on my mind recently, I thought I might as well do something to clear my head," Draco sighed and Harry flew closer to him, the tip his broom level with Draco's knee.

"What's wrong?" He asked, curiosity and pity in his eyes.

"Nothing that concerns you, Potter." Draco spat, he hated pity. Harry jerked the broom backwards slightly at the hostile tone, but flew back to his position a moment later.

Despite himself, Harry was concerned, he knew why, he had already come to terms with the fact that he liked Draco Malfoy. His saw it in Draco's eyes that the feelings were returned, it was fun to tease him though because he knew Draco was confused over his own feelings.

Harry flew closer, testing Draco's fight or flight instincts. To Harry's delight, the blonde held his ground, even though they were about 9 metres above it, allowing Harry to move closer, but watching him warily.

"Potter, what are you doing?" Draco asked as Harry's approach breached his very personal space.

"Testing something." Harry said matter of factly before leaning forwards ever so slightly to place a feather light kiss to the blonde boys lips.

Draco instantly lost any thought but Harry in that instant, wanting nothing more than to reach out and hold onto the front of the boy's robes. In fact, he did just that, before Harry could pull very far away Draco's hand snaked out and caught the neck of Harry's clothes.

It was better than Harry had ever imagined. Draco liked him back, he hadn't been completely certain, but had remained optimistic always hopeful. His hand went behind Draco's head, pulling him closer.

When they came apart for air, Draco had no choice to admit it to himself, Draco Malfoy was as straight as a broomstick... a very crooked broomstick.