Just Those Moments

Chapter Three

“Harry! You’re really good for a squirt huh?”

“Ron Weasley! I’m not a damn squirt! And of course I’m good!” laughed Harry.
Ron caught up with Harry and grabbed him into a headlock, dragging him around the field.


Draco watched all these from the bleachers. He heard that there was soccer practice today, and wanted this chance to make up for whatever crap that had happened earlier this morning. And that guy seemed pretty interesting, one that he would not have mind getting to know better. Smacking himself for never asking after his name, he moved his way onto the field.


The rest of the soccer team stopped their motions, watching the advancement of the college’s recognized person. What the hell was he doing there? He never hung out with the riff-raffs like them, choosing only to hold court with the blue-bloods of the school.

Only Harry and Ron went on as usual, teasing each other, as they had yet to realize the advancement of one Draco Malfoy.

When Draco finally stepped in front of the two guys, Ron stopped and released Harry.

“What do you want?” Ron growled. He did not have a favorable impression of Draco Malfoy, seeing him as nothing but a spoilt rich boy.

Draco smiled politely. He didn’t want to piss off the guy’s friend, but if he didn’t get those grubby hands off him right that moment, something was going to happen. Something BAD. And he shocked himself with the thought. He wasn’t getting jealous, was he? There wasn’t anything to be jealous of. Nothing. Not over him. He, who looked really huggable in his sports kit and all glowy-looking from the workout.

He gave himself a mental smack in the head. He wasn’t gay. And that was just a guy he wanted to know better. As a friend. Just a nice normal relationship with a guy. A friendly relationship. Yes, that’s right.

He stuck out his hand to Ron. “Hi, I’m Draco Malfoy. I met your little friend earlier this morning.”


Harry was annoyed. It wasn’t enough that this guy followed him around this morning, but he had to stalk him during his training and now, call him little?

“You git. I’m not little! I’m nearly as tall as you! Stop calling me that! And why the hell are you here? You’re not supposed to be here! You’re supposed to be far away with all your high-class friends and people like that! Go away!”


Draco was amused. The guy barely reached his nose, and there he was insisting that he was nearly Draco’s height.

He heard the red-haired boy.

“Harry, you actually know the pompous arse?”

Ahh. So the pretty boy’s name was Harry.


“Shut up Ron. I don’t know him. It was just some silly incident that happened this morning and both of us have forgotten about it, right Malfoy?”

Draco shrugged casually, “I don’t know about that… How about you go for a few drinks with me, Harry, and we’ll further discuss about the state of our memory?”

And he winked.


Harry blushed. Ron’s eyes bugged out. Did the arse Malfoy just flirted with Harry and ask him out? He was gay? Harry was gay? God. This was confusing. Glaring at Draco, he dragged Harry towards the showers.


“I’ll be waiting for you, Harry!” Draco called after the pair. He smiled eagerly at the anticipated date. Wait. No. It’s not a date. Just an outing between two straight men. To the pub. And have manly drinks. Right.


“What’s going on between you and that poncy bloke out there?!”

“Nothing really, Ron. It was just some stupid accident this morning. He thought I was a girl, and kissed me. A girl, Ron! Can you believe it? I am very manly! Bow to my manliness!”

“You’re rambling there, mate. And… he kissed you?”

“Yeah. He called me a girl! What an insult! I’m going to punch his face in when I get the chance to! Calling me a girl… Let’s see how he’ll get away with that!”

“Like right smack on the lips kiss, Harry?”

“Yes Ron. Can we ignore the kiss? And concentrate on the insult he gave me? Do I look girly to you, huh? I have muscles! Look at them!”

Ron was confused. Some guy kissed Harry and all he could think of was that he called him a girl? Damn this was getting too complicated for him. This was more Hermione’s forte anyway.

“Actually Harry, you do look a little… girly. Put you in a dress and you’ll fit right in with the girls!”

And Ron locked himself in one of the cubicles before Harry could react, laughing madly all the while.