Alphas

Even though Harry was now a Slytherin he had gotten a spot on the Quiddich team in a heart beat. Draco was still seeker, as Harry refused to play the position. That was both due to his boredom with the position and the increased risk for his pregnant brother is he played the vacant spot of beater. He was not going to let him play with a pair of raging balls of iron.

Harry was a brilliant beater, even more so than he ever was a seeker. He loved that he actually played a part in the actual game, and didn’t spend his time looking for a golden golfball.

Lucius had even taken it upon himself to attend the first game both his sons were playing on the same team- not that he was happy that Draco was playing at all.

They were three hours into the game and the rain was pouring down. Harry was grateful for his own savvy-ness when the thunder started rolling and he thanked Merlin that he had cast extra warming and waterproof charms on his brother.

He played the game expertly and sent Bludgers to cut off the other players, preferably without hurting them. Everything went smoothly and Slythein was leading by 230 points. Gryffindor really had their beard in a post-box. It was all-jolly until the Gryffindor Beater decided to turn personal. In quick succession he sent both Bludger straight to wards Draco who had set his eye on the Snitch.

Harry pushed his Firebolt to the limit and managed only just to fend off one of the raging balls, but the other one smashed into the Seekers broom handle as he closed his fingers around the Snitch.

Harry had lost his balance and nearly fell off his broom when he hit the Bludger and therefore was in no position to dive after the blond as his broom failed and he fell towards the ground. That was why he was now staring panic stricken at his brother desperately gripping air.

“DRACO!!!” He screamed and set the nose of his broom towards the ground. Lucius who had taken time out of his busy schedule to see his sons play together for the first time, was already running from the stands, towards the pitch.

Draco hit the ground with a sickening thud that echoed through the stadium. Harry jumped off his broom while it was still flying, and didn’t notice as it flew another few yards before crashing into the ground, the wood flying in a hundred different directions.

Draco was lying on his back on the green grass of the pitch. He had hoped that the impact of the ground would grant him the blessing of unconsciousness, but he had no such luck. His head felt like his head and his legs were floating, but his back was alight in pain. Merlin it hurt. A dark haired head blocked his view of the thundering sky and hindered the raindrops from falling into his eyes. A second later a similar face, only blond appeared next to the other one. They were talking, loudly if the colour of their faces were anything to go by. His father was yelling for Pomfrey. He still couldn’t hear it, but her name was easy to lip-read.

Someone was gently slapping his left cheek, bit disturbed by that he couldn’t feel it. He just knew because his head was being knocked from side to side.

Feel…

His consciousness snapped into high-gear as he realised that he couldn’t feel anything- not even pain, not ‘real’ pain.

‘My baby’ he desperately thought.

As he tried to move the sounds zoomed into focus and his vision was no longer fuzzy from the impact. Pain, ‘real’ pain shot through his as he yanked his limbs back from the magical restrains. It hurt. It hurt so badly, but some illogical part of his brain urged him to move.

Staggering and with his muscles screaming he shakily stood up on his feet. Lucius gripped his elbow lightly, sensing that his eldest son was in pain.

“Draco. You shouldn’t be on your feet.” He said softly. He had just fallen more than a hundred meters in free fall. The crowd had stood up and applauded when he had stood up. The fall should have killed him, but luck seemed run in his veins. He looked down at his right hand where he still clutched the wiggling Snitch. He raised it high and gave a weak smile at the thunderous applause that rolled through the stadium for the second time for the second time, before dizziness over took him. Lucius held him up and Harry held his hair back as he emptied his gut.

Draco clutched his stomach in pain. “My baby…hurts…” he whispered before his knees gave out and he fell into his father’s arms.

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A/N not the longest chapter i know, and a cliffy, ha! please review!!!!!!!!