The game and love

6

Harry had no idea how he managed to get Draco home, or how he summoned the strength to not break down at seeing Draco so broken. He knew he needed to help him, but how do you help an invincible hero who has discovered he is mortal? As he thought his over, he gently stroked Draco's bangs. As he lay with his sleeping boyfriend, he wondered if the dreams Draco was having would help him escape from the torment of the game.

As Harry helped Draco take of his uniform and pads, he couldn't help but admire the tight muscular build of his body. Draco was still crying, but it was more frustation than anger, or even saddness. He walked him over to the showers and carfully turned on the water. Draco still had on his boxers, as Harry felt it wasn't the right time for him to be seeing that. His eye were calm and caring, soft like his caress as he washed Draco's body of the sweat dirt and blood that tainted his light tan flesh.

While he washed Draco, he continued to softly coaxed him, but it was no use, Draco was too distraught to really see much else besides his big failure. "Shh, it's ok Draco, you couldn't do any better than you did sweetie. He started to wash Draco's chest. "Look, how were you gonna be perfect?" Harry questioned, looking into the vacant eyes of his boyfriend. "You couldn't know he'd drop into deep coverage to fool you. I mean, they weren't running a zone." Harry said reassuringly. This got a very strange look from Draco, who still stood silent, but unsure of what he had heard.

"Listen, you can't be perfect, you can just give your best effort." Draco winced and fresh tears mixed with the shower water. "I just wasn't good enough, I wasn't good enough." He said over and over. Now it was Harry's turn to lift Draco's chin. He placed a kiss on Draco's lips and got his face and glasses wet. "You're good enough for me." He said softly. "It doesn't matter to me, I like you, no, I love you." Draco was stunned and unsure of what to say so he just shrugged. Harry laughed, "I'm sorry, I guess I am cheesey like that." Draco grinned a bit. "No, it's ok, I just wasn't ready for it." Harry nodded his head. "That's ok, I just want to hear it when you're ready."

Draco and Harry dressed and Harry offered to take him home to his house, since Draco's Dad would be gone this evening and he didn't feel good about leaving Draco alone. They both walked slowly to the car in silence, Draco had his arm around Harry's shoulders and Harry had his arm around Draco's waste. It would have been quite a sight to behold, these two, interlocked in a love hug.

As Harry Drove them both home, he held Draco's hand in a soft squeeze and allowed the silence to continue. They both went inside Harry's house to his room, very quietly. They kicked off their shoes and got into bed. Harry continued to cuddle Draco, lightly running a finger along his cheeks. He gently kissed Draco, lighty and first, then harder, then a full blown tounge kiss. The kissed like that for a few minutes and then were contented to sleep.

"So, What's you're story?" Hermione said to the red haired man, who was leaning agaist his car, looking confused and hurt. "Not much to say, really." Though his tone had said that was a lie. "What happened to you in the second half?" She asked, eyeing him with the eyes mothers give when children lie. "I was benched because of stupid Draco." Ron said, looking as though he might smash something. "What happened?" "He's dating a guy." "So?" She said, as if that was the dumbest statment ever. "He always gets everything, but he doesn't really care about it." Ron spat bitterly. "He always finds something better, Harry doesn't deserve that." Ron leaned more heavily on the car and Hermione came over and stood right in front of him.

"So why did you mess up in the game?" She asked honestly curious. "I just messed up,then when he came down on me, I blew up and said some mean things." She took his hands in hers. "I don't think you should worry about Harry, he's a big boy, he can take care of himself." Ron nodded in agreement. "Next time, just leave your problems with me ok?" Ron grinned and nodded. "I think you should apologize to Draco soon, He looked pretty be up after the game." Ron looked at his feet and nodded. "By the way, there's a dance next saturday, would you like to go." Ron smiled wide. "I would very much like to."

Draco and Harry didn't sleep all that well. When Harry ewalized they were both still awake, he suggested a walk. They both needed the quality time, and Harry was sure Draco might be up to talking more. "So, what's going on in your head right now?" Harry asked calmly. "I don't know. I just feel like I could have, and should have done something more." "Why?" Draco didn't know. "Did you give it everything you had?" "Yeah, but I could've..." Harry held up his hand. "Then you shouldn't beat yourself up."

He turned to face Draco, looking the six-foot-one frame deep in it's soul, and with caring eyes. "The messure of success is not in wins and losses, it's wether you leave it all on the field." Draco was stunned, he didn't think Harry cared that much about sports, but that shpiel had all the markings of an old speech. As they crossed a bridge, Harry stopped for several seconds and looked out over the city. Draco walked up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist. "What are you looking at?" Harry sighed contentedly. "I like to come here, because I can see the whole city, it's magic." Draco rested his chin on Harry's head.

"It's not as magic as you." Draco said. "Oh, now you're just being sappy." Harry chuckled. "I blame you" Draco teased. "Oh yeah?" Harry smiled and bent his head back to look at Draco's eyes. "Yeah." Draco answered and then kissed Harry's forehead.

The next practice was not a good time. Snape was pissed, though 8-1 win to loss record hadn't eliminated them, he knew they needed to get back to bussiness. He told Draco in no uncertain terms, that Ron would be playing. When Draco got to the huddle the tension was enough to feel on his skin. He went to call the play, but Ron interupted him. "Hey Drake, I'm sorry ok, let's just move on." With no want to think about it, he simply nodded to Ron.

"450, right, F Drag. Ready?" "Break!" Draco was still full of doubt about the last game. However, he just focused on Harry and put the thoughts out of his head. He snapped the ball and felt his release and watched the ball carry to his wide open best friend. Ron turned up field and ran about twelve yards before he was tackled. Another play and the same result. Over and over he got a good zip on the ball and it wasn't long before Draco had a huge grin on his face. Ron gave him the signal that he was set and they connected on another play before practice was over.

Draco and Ron continued to have a good chat on the field while the rest of the team went into the locker room. "So, you do a skinny post and I can hit you from anywhere in the pocket." Ron nodded as he listened to Draco, but he was really thinking about Hermione. Draco was still chating when Harry showed up between them. "Hey, that was a good practice." Draco smiled and then wrapped his arms around Harry and picked him up off the ground. "I felt great today." Harry blushed when he realized Ron was staring at him.

"So, you guys are really together?" Ron seemed to say mostly as if confirming it to himself. "Yeah." Draco laughed, spinning Harry around. Harry didn't like this much, he wanted back on solid ground. "Don't. Stop. Stop it." He complained. Draco laughed, "What, Don't stop?" He put Harry over his shoulders and spund him around. Harry was pleading to be let down and Ron could help but laugh, it was nice. No worries, just being a kid.

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End Chapter 6
A/N I think I'll slow down writting this, I don't know if this chapter was good so please review and tell me what you think/