A Reason To Be

Draco circled high above the Quidditch pitch, looking around for the Golden Snitch. Occasionally he glanced down and watched the others playing. It had been over three hours and he had not even had a run at the Snitch. Draco was near the middle of the stadium but higher in the air than normal. Harry was directly above the Slytherin goal. Draco abandoned his search for the Snitch and watched the match for a few moments. It was tied sixty to sixty, and he had to admit from what he had seen of it, it was a good game. Draco hovered and watched one of the Slytherin beaters wind up and get hold of one of the bludgers; sending it in Harry’s direction. Harry had been scanned the sky for the Snitch, looking in the opposite direction.

‘Oh he doesn’t have a hope in the world.’ Draco thought; amused at the scene that unfolded before him. He was right; the destructive little ball flew quick and hard into the back of Harry’s shoulder. Draco watched as Potter was pushed forward and thus pointing his broom down to the ground. Harry went down for a few seconds but then, much to Draco’s dismay, he recovered and leveled off. Harry went back up to the height at which he started as Draco casually glided over.

“Oh God…” Harry muttered, clutching his shoulder. He knew it was broken but it sure as hell was going to leave a mark in the morning.

“You called, Potter?” Draco asked in amused voice, an evil grin across his face. Harry looked up and groaned when he saw that the Slytherin seeker had appeared and his side.

“Hardly…Who invited you over?” Harry asked, still attempting to rub the pain from his shoulder.

“Oh no one. I just thought I would come and commend you on that magnificent display of Quidditch prowess.” Draco replied sarcastically, running his hair through his messier-than-normal hair. Harry scowled but said nothing. It had been his own fault; he had not been paying attention as he should have been. Still, he didn’t need Draco Malfoy telling him about it. Harry straightened up and continued to scan the skies for the Golden Snitch. Draco looked over at him and then leaned down, placing his elbow on the broom and then putting his chin in his palm. The game was an exciting one and the two seekers were high above it, no one would notice that the two were talking.

“I haven’t seen it either, not since the beginning of the match.” Draco said quietly while watching the action below them, knowing exactly what Harry was thinking. Though Draco had been looking for the Snitch for the last couple of hours, he also tended to keep a close eye on the opposing seeker. This time had been no different and he knew that Harry had not seen the Snitch either. Potter did not respond, he just kept looking. Draco looked around at the stands of students until his gaze landed on the Gryffindor stands, particularly Hermione Granger in the front row; cheering and yelling. Draco something else, something he did not like at all though.

“What the hell is that?” Draco asked in a disapproving voice. Harry’s head swiveled around looked at Draco and then where he was pointing. Harry took off his glasses and wiped them clean and then replaced them on his face. He widened his eyes and then squinted them, trying desperately to see what Draco was pointing at. After his eyes focused, he realized Draco was pointing at Hermione. Ron had his arm around Hermione’s wait and he recognized that the girl was also wearing Ron’s coat.

“That would be Ron and Hermione. You’re a bright one, aren’t you?” Harry concluded after a moment of silence. He knew that’s not what Malfoy had been talking about but he was in no mood to be accommodating to the young man.

“You damn well know what I mean.” Draco growled back. Harry sighed and shook his head.

“Fine…fine. Hermione has always liked Ron; he never really had a thing for her though. Maybe since she has recovered he has changed his mind about her, I don’t know. It’s kind of funny actually.” Harry explained to the seeker beside him. Draco turned and looked back at Potter. His angry face melted into a horrified expression.

“That’s not funny worth a damn. Shut the hell up, Potter.” Draco said quickly. Draco turned his attention back to the match, but he was still less than thrilled about what Harry and disclosed to him.

‘Ok, she isn’t mine but if I lose her to Weasley, I’ll fucking hang myself.’ Draco thought. The thought of Hermione with Ronald Weasley was horrifying and sickening to Draco.

“How did you see them from here anyway?” Harry ventured to ask a moment later.

“Excellent eyesight is a Malfoy trait. Obviously Hermione and I’s children will benefit from it.” Draco said smirking. He knew his comment would make Potter’s skin crawl, and Harry did not disappoint.

“Oh Malfoy, don’t say that shit to me.” Harry replied in disgust. The thought of Hermione breeding with Malfoy sent shivers up his spine and his stomach churn. The two hovered there for a few minutes longer, both alternating from looking for the Golden Snitch to watching to the game below. Finally Draco spoke up.

“Alright one of us has to find that bloody Snitch because I have to piss so bad…” Draco announced, getting a quiet chuckle out of Harry.

“I’m almost to the point of just whipping it out, flying over there and giving some lucky Gryffindor a golden shower.” Draco added, shifting uncomfortably on his broom. When one had to pee, it was always uncomfortable but when you were on a broom as well, it made it even worse.

“Well I may have to take a trip over to the Slytherin stands and do the same. Crabbe and Goyle are nice, big targets, don’t you think?” Harry countered, trying to bait Malfoy. The response he got surprised the hell out of him.

“Oh please do, I’ll pay you ten Galleons if you hit Pansy.” Draco said laughingly. The mere image of Pansy in such discomfort brought him endless joy. Harry laughed and then contemplated on it.

‘I bet I could so it. I could go really quick and fly away before she looked up. I bet I could hit her.’ Harry thought to himself. Harry had no personal grudge against Pansy Parkinson except for the fact that she was Pansy Parkinson and was possibly the biggest bitch he had ever encountered.

“Ten Galleons, did you say?” Harry asked after thinking about it for a few minutes. Draco looked at him and then a look of surprise spread across his face. He couldn’t believe that someone like Potter had the balls to even consider doing something like that. Deep down he was pleasantly surprised to find out that the young man wasn’t a complete prick.

“Hell, I’ll make it twenty. Go to it, lad!” Draco exclaimed, laughing. Harry smiled and flew up and over to the directly above the Slytherin side of the stadium. Draco watched Potter’s every movement with great anticipation until he finally settled on a spot above Pansy. Then, as quickly as he could, Harry sat sideways on his broom and unzipped his pants.

Draco crowed with delight when Harry had made contact. Then Potter quickly flew away before Pansy realized what happened and looked up. Draco could barely stay on his broom, he was laughing so hard. The look on Pansy’s face had been absolutely wonderful; he would have paid ten times the amount to see it. Malfoy continued to laugh until tears started to stream out of the corners of his eyes. Harry took the long way around the stadium and when he returned to where he and Draco had been hovering, he saw the blonde young man doubled over with laughter. Of course he had been laughing the entire time as well. He never thought he would ever do something like that but here he was, pissing on Slytherin students.

“I’ll bring the money to your common room after the match.” Draco managed to get out in between laughs. Harry nodded as well, still chuckling.



Slytherin won the match. An hour and a half after Pansy’s little surprise, Draco caught the Snitch. He had just looked up and there is was, hovering inches away from his head. After he had gotten out of his uniform, showered and gotten dressed, Draco procured twenty Galleons from his nightstand and made his way to the Gryffindor common room. Now he knew where all of the house’s common rooms were so it was no trouble finding it.

“Madam, would you please have someone inform Potter that he has a visitor?” Draco asked the portrait suavely when he confidently walked up to her. The Fat Lady, delighted with the politeness of the young man, agreed pleasantly and had a neighboring painting go and fetch Harry. A few moments later, the picture swung open and Harry stood in the doorway, Hermione directly behind him.

“Malfoy…” Harry said, inclining his head. Draco returned the nod of the head and then glanced past Harry to the young woman behind him.

“Granger…feeling alright?” Draco inquired pleasantly. Hermione smiled and pushed past Harry.

“Yes I am fine, thank you.” Hermione replied. Hermione looked back and Harry and sighed.

“Well I think we can let him in just this once, no one is inside anyway.” Hermione suggested to Harry. It was obvious that Harry didn’t like the idea, but he stepped aside and made way anyway. He walked and casually looked around the room. Red and gold of course, though he noticed it was much more inviting and homey than the Slytherin common room was. Ron was sitting on a sofa near the fireplace and scowled when he saw Draco come in.

“What is he doing here?” Ron asked suspiciously. Draco shot an evil look in Weasley’s direction but said nothing. Without further ado, he reached in his pocket and pulled out a small bag that jingled with the merry sound of Galleons. He held it out to Harry and Harry crossed the room and took the bag from him. The both of them smiled wistfully as they recalled what the Galleons were payment for.

“Well what is all this about?” Hermione asked curiously. The two young men said nothing at first and then Draco moved closer to Hermione and answered her.

“I owed Harry some money. We had a friendly, gentleman’s wager.” Draco said smoothly and casually. Hermione’s eyebrow cocked and the unexpected response but she left it alone. Then a mutter from Ron came from the other side of the room.

“Surprised he actually paid.” Ron mumbled under his breath, he hadn’t realized it was loud enough for the other three to hear him. Draco narrowed his eyes at the redheaded boy.

“Yes, well I doubt you would know about the traits of a gentleman. Mummy and daddy didn’t teach the young Weasel about the civilized world, did they?” Draco countered quickly, his voice full of spite. He did not wait around for Ron to respond. He strode back to the door, gently touching Hermione’s shoulder on the way out.

“Was that really necessary, Ron?” Hermione asked, her voice full of anger and annoyance. Harry immediately decided he was going to stay out of this one and went to the fireplace and sat down with his money quietly.

“What? What did I do?!?!” Ron asked incredulously. He insulted Malfoy, what could be more natural? Hermione huffed and stomped over to a nearby chair.

“You insulted his honor and implied that he would not pay his debts. Obviously he would since he showed up! I would be mad too.” Hermione explained exasperated, trying to beat the information into Ron’s thick skull. Ron didn’t understand why Hermione was so upset that he had insulted Draco Malfoy, it just didn’t make sense to him. Finally Hermione shook her head and threw up her hands in defeat. She turned around and went into the girl’s dormitory for the evening. Ron looked back at Harry, a bewildered expression on his face.

“What did I do?!?!” Ron cried.