Banshee\'s Balls!

Hey everyone I'm really sorry but i dont have time to reply to reviews I will though edit this and put the replies in after this weekend. I'm sorry about how long this took.

Oh and if anyones interested I have a new fic up at Fanfiction.net. Its called Mysteria...

Days after the DOM a mysterious letter arrives and Harry is faced with a decision. Reject the offer and continue on the path Dumbledore has set for him or forge a new one and challenge every opinion ever forced on him. SLASH. Creature/grey/powerful Harry. New school fic.

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http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4306899/1/Mysteria

Oh and whether its FF or any sight I wont be skipping any details, I wont be glossing over sex scenes or anything else. Anyway onto the chapter.

Chapter Eight

A month and a half had gone by since Harry’s realisation. A month and a half of forbidden thoughts and longing glances cut off the moment the object of his desire looked towards him. The other Banshee’s had noticed, he was sure of that. Blaise often gave him knowing smirks that only Harry could see. This was usually when he and Draco had their heads together discussing tactics. The looks got so frequent that Harry stopped looking up whenever Blaise was in the room. Harry hadn’t been his natural colour in weeks, his blushes taking up permanent residence on his face.

When he was alone, he often found himself sighing and staring into thin air. He wasn’t thinking or anything, he just felt like sighing. Everyone had noticed, the team, the Slytherins, the Gryffindors. Even Draco had noticed, he’d taken Harry aside one day after practice and asked him if he was alright. Draco thought he was sick, coming down with a cold or something. And as the blonde checked his face intently for any hints or signs of sickness, Harry was desperately trying to control his breathing. One of Draco’s hands was resting on his forearm, lightly stroking the material. He could feel the heat of Draco’s hand through the fabric of his Quidditch robes. Felt the material bunch and stretch whenever said hand moved. It was so hard to breath. So hard to focus on Draco’s words.

He could see the other boy was worried; it was obvious to even the most oblivious person. He could understand why Draco felt that way. Those first few weeks after his revelation he’d been so distracted, watching Draco and looking inwards, analyzing every little feeling he had. It had taken time but eventually he had realised that Remus was right, he was in love. He still wasn’t sure of Draco’s feelings but it was a step in the right direction.

He felt that Draco could care for him, he did as a friend but it could be more. How much more he still didn't know but even a tiny bit of feeling on Draco’s part gave him hope. Harry knew he should use some of that Gryffindor bravery the hat always spouted off about. But he couldn’t, maybe it was his Slytherin side finally showing. He didn't know if that were the case, but he didn't want to say anything. Well the majority of him didn't want to say anything. His subconscious didn't seem to agree with the rest of him, almost every night he dreamed of Draco.

Dreamed of holding hands in the corridors, sharing kisses under the tree he’d seen his Father sit under with the other Marauders. Go swimming together in the lake come summer. But mostly he dreamed of telling Draco how he felt. All the different ways you could ever think of to tell someone you liked them, wanted them- to have them as your boyfriend. It was a strange term that, boyfriend. Draco wasn’t a boy, no there was no way he was a boy. Harry’d caught way too many glimpses of pale skin now to ever consider Draco to be a boy. Man, yes. Boy? No. Then again Manfriend just didn't work did it? Partner then, he wanted Draco as his partner. That worked so much better than boyfriend.

Stupid thoughts, very stupid thoughts. Was it always like this? When you loved, did you ramble, think of stupid things and then get all fluttery inside when said stupid thoughts led to better ones? Like thoughts of Draco stripping, or in the shower maybe, no he’d better stop that train of thought. Was it always like this?

He didn't know. Gods, he’d never thought this so hard before. He’d seen couples together, even felt a little of what they must be feeling but he’d never even considered how hard this could be. How did you tell someone you loved them? Was there a special way, like there was when you proposed? He’d never heard of anyone getting down on one knee to tell someone they loved them. It had to be romantic he knew that much, you couldn’t just blurt it out. You had to have the most perfect moment. But what was the perfect moment? How did you know when it came?

Wait a minute did that actually mean he was considering saying something now? If even his conscious thoughts had turned to letting Draco know then maybe he should say something. And maybe soon it would be the perfect time. In a week it would be Christmas after all. What better time was there than that?

He would wait and see, if the right moment appeared he would say something. The problem seemed to be getting Draco alone. The two of them were spending all their time with the Banshees and their Slytherin friends.

Getting Draco alone might actually be harder than telling him. Hopefully someone would realise what he was trying to do and take pity on him. He needed all the help he could get.

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The first week of the Christmas holidays seemed to pass in a blur of Quidditch games, planning pranks and shopping. It felt strange to be shopping for so many presents; usually he only had to get a couple at any given time. But now here he was stuffing several large overflowing bags into his trunk so that if Collin came up later looking for him, he didn't go snooping.

He hadn’t bought presents for Ron and Hermione. He didn't feel right not doing so but after Ron’s parting words as the red head left to go home, Harry didn't much care if he was feeling guilty or not. After what Ron said he wasn’t feeling all that charitable to his former best friend. Ron had cornered him the night before everyone was due to leave. Harry hadn’t actually been surprised, he’d been expecting Ron to come and have another chat with him at some point.

The first thing he’d said was. “How does it feel not to be getting any presents this year?”

Harry had just stared at him in shock, shock that he’d actually dared say such a thing. Ron smirked, taking Harry’s reaction as him realising that he wouldn’t be getting anything for Christmas that year. How very wrong he was.

“You know Harry if you’d just dump Malfoy everything could go back to how it was. I’m sure I could find something for you at the last minute. A box of chocolate frogs or something.”

Harry feeling a sudden desire to hit Ron decided to be the bigger man. He couldn’t resist though shooting Ron a scathing look before walking away. He hated Ron for what he’d said. Harry knew the other Banshee’s and even the Slytherins were his friends now. And he knew he would certainly be getting presents from them, maybe not all of them but that wasn’t the point. It was true Christmas had become a fairly materialistic holiday to most people but Harry had never had that problem. Not getting presents when he was younger had left him not caring about whether he got anything or if someone else got more than him. He’d been Ron’s friend for years, Ron always got more than him but not once had Harry felt disappointed in what he had. And he wouldn’t this year. There was more to Christmas than presents. Like the snowball tournament he, Draco, Blaise, Collin and the Slytherins had planned. Or the feast in the Great Hall. No he didn't need presents to have a good Christmas but it would be nice to get something from Draco.

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Not two days after the majority of the students left that the school descended into anarchy. One the morning of the second day everyone had woken up to find they were seeing green, blue, yellow and red.

The teachers watched from the head table as student after student entered the hall furtively, casting quick glances about and sighing in relief when they noticed the bright colours and sullen expressions on their other school mates. Over thirty students had stayed for the holidays and just over half of them were sporting brightly coloured garments and faces. All four house colours most prevalent but there were a few others dotted here and there.

The colour free students were torn between amusement and fear that at any moment they may suddenly go the same way. The affected students worrying it might get worse, even the teachers were glancing around suspiciously. Though a few were smiling, a couple of the oldest and the two youngest, it brought back memories.

The prank itself was recognised by the four individuals. One with twinkling eyes, another with a stern gaze, one torn between sternness and laughter at the expressions on his Slytherin’s faces and the other with a tear in his eye and a fond smile.

The uncoloured students and the staff soon found their apprehensions to be justified. Not long after breakfast had ended the first scream of surprise could be heard down a corridor. Professor McGonagall having just opened her door wasn’t prepared for that lovely old muggle classic of a bucket of water balanced precariously over her office door. Her curses could be heard in the dungeons where four wise students had hidden.

Despite the lack of numbers the schools gossip train didn't disappoint, pretty soon everyone was aware of McGonagall’s fate and were taking precautions. Mainly by walking with their heads looking upwards. It wasn’t a bad idea but the pranksters seemed to have planned for such a thing. A few students suddenly found their shoelaces tied together, the next thing they knew they were falling forward. But instead of landing on the cold stone they each landed on big fluffy feathered mattresses. Once the cloud of feathers had cleared and they’d struggled to their feet each student found themselves covered head to toe in white feathers. It reminded some of them of the Weasley twins and their Canary Creams. The difference being, this did not wear off after a few minutes.

More and more pranks appeared over the rest of the day, each one as harmless as the last. It was just fun, pretty soon everyone realised who was behind it and the four boys responsible soon found people weren’t above retaliation. This started an all out prank war that lasted several days with some very inventive events but eventually Dumbledore was forced to put a stop to it as a couple of students had ended up in the hospital wing. The ones responsible turned out to be unsurprisingly, to Harry and Draco at least, Sam Corey, the Niffler’s Chaser and his friends. And his victims unsurprisingly were Slytherins. They’d had points docked and had several detentions assigned. Not enough in Harry’s opinion, he really wanted to beat that guy. He wouldn’t be surprised if his whole team ended up gunning for that Chaser when their time came to play Ron’s team.

The prank war behind them Harry and his friends turned their attentions to arranging a big snowball tournament between all the students.

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Two days before Christmas it snowed. It had been snowing before then of course but the night before they’d had a really good snowfall. The whole of the grounds was covered and the school iced over. No one dared walk past the second floor bathroom. Then again no one did that anyway unless they were first years and they hadn’t learnt better yet. But absolutely no one, no one with common sense anyway went near the second floor whether older student, teacher or first year, no one went there in winter. It was common knowledge that Myrtle flooded the bathroom at regular intervals and that it could happen any day out of the year, so people avoided it as there was a good chance you’d slip if you went near. Well in winter this wasn’t just perilous it was downright dangerous, whoever decided to put a bathroom not too far from the landing of one of the revolving stairs? It wasn’t the best place to find yourself in the middle of winter, when the castle didn't seem able to retain warmth. The water on the floor always froze creating an indoor skating rink.

Well here he was. Harry was supposed to be outside right now getting ready to take part in a school wide snowball tournament, instead he was running late and the damn staircase had decided to stop on the second floor. If he didn't want to wait ten minutes for it to move again, which he didn't then he had to cross the short space of treacherous floor to reach the other stair before it too moved off.

He was gripping the banister with both hands as his feet skated out from under him. This reminded him of when he’d tried ice skating with Hermione three years ago, he’d fallen on his arse more times than he cared to count and he seemed to be going the same way now. Where was Filch or a House Elf when you needed them to clean a floor. Never bloody there but if you wanted to drop a dungbomb oh no, couldn’t stay away could they. He sighed already resigning himself to being late when someone ran out from behind the tapestry (guarding the secret passageway) depicting someone of something or other doing something vaguely interest but stupid. Unfortunately the thing was right next to him and the person, obviously unaware of the floors state barrelled straight into him sending them both sprawling. Harry on his back and the person on top of him.

After he’d sorted his dazed wits out he realised the person resting on his chest was a girl, one girl in particular who he’d used to have a crush on.

“Cho.” He croaked. Damn it he better not be starting with a cold now. He cleared his throat, relieved when his voice came out normal. “Cho you alright?”

She stirred against him, making Harry uncomfortable.

“Mmmmhhhhmm, just enjoying my pillow.” Harry’s face went scarlet. In his embarrassment he made the mistake of jumping to his feet. It didn't last long though, a second later he was back on the floor but this time on top of Cho instead of the other way around. The wind was knocked out of them a second time.

“Sorry.” He wheezed, trying to get up.

“It’s alright Harry, don’t worry about it.” She said. But Harry wasn’t really paying attention to her words, not when her hands were running up his sides.

“Er Cho what are you doing?”

She smiled brightly. “You really are clueless Harry what does it feel like I’m doing?”

“Cho...“ he said struggling to his feet. “I’m flattered but I’m not interested.”

“Whhhat?” she quavered.

“I’m sorry Cho but I don’t like you that way-“

“But?”

“Not anymore.”

She just continued to stare at him shocked. He offered his hand to help her to her feet but she angrily brushed it aside and struggled to her feet. She tried to flounce off but it didn't work with the floor the way it was. He watched her go shaking his head. Maybe he could have handled it better, but this sort of stuff really wasn’t his thing. He turned his head away from her to begin making his own way down when a flash of blonde caught his eye from down below. Having a sixth sense for flashing blonde hair Harry was just in time to see whoever it was slip through the door into the grounds.

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They were all waiting for him when he got out there. He spotted Cho in the background talking angrily with someone, another Niffler’s player. He shook his head and went to search out his friends.

“Where’ve you been?” Blaise asked him. “You’re never late.”

He and Collin chuckled. Harry though was watching Draco he looked a little different, like he was upset.

“He was getting all cosy with the Niffler’s seeker.” Draco’s voice when he spoke was a little hollow. Harry didn't know why but it made him feel guilty.

“Cho! Harry you didn't!” Blaise exclaimed. His look of disbelief mirrored on Collin’s face.

“No I didn't. I didn't see you Draco, where were you hiding?”

Draco blushed. “I came up to see where you were, saw you and thought you might want to be alone.”

Harry just gaped at him for a moment. Sure he’d only come out to his friends but he’d expected the rumour/gossip mill to have gotten the fact he liked boys around the school. Were people still thinking he liked girls? Merlin he’d known he was gay since he first kissed Cho in fifth year. It didn't do anything for him. He’d had to sort out his feelings but he’d finally come to terms with being gay just before the end of fifth year. He’d told Ron and Hermione and a couple of the other Gryffindors, fully expecting everyone to know if not before they left for the year then before the start of next year. Then again with him defeating Voldemort maybe people just forgot to talk about him being gay and not having the standard (for heroes) gorgeous wife and couple of kids.

“Draco why ever would I want that? I don’t like Cho, I was telling her no.”

“You don’t want to go out with her?” Blaise asked carefully, giving his blonde friend a chance to clear his head.

“No.”

“Oh well that’s alright then. I thought you might be in denial.” He said shooting a quick glance in the oblivious blondes direction.

Deciding to take the bull by the horns Harry decided to just say it.

“I’m gay.”

Both the satisfaction on Blaise’s and shock on Draco’s face were instantaneous.

“You’re gay?” Draco asked in a strange sort of strangled whisper.

“Yeh, that’s not a problem is it?” Harry asked suddenly nervous. Biting his lip.

“No, no not at all. I mean well, I’m gay too you see and...”

But whatever Draco was going to say was cut off when one of other students yelled.

“Well are we going to get started or what?”

Harry sighed, looked like whatever Draco was going to say had to wait. They headed over to the group that was forming, Draco uncharacteristically quiet.

“How are we going to do this?” a second year Gryffindor asked.

“Well I think that we should split into four teams and each team has a captain. That way we’d have three battles.” Pansy said to much enthusiasm.

“Whose captain though?” Blaise asked.

“Well I think that you four should be. After all it was your idea.” Theo Nott said.

Since the majority of the people seemed to agree with this suggestion the four Banshee’s set about picking teams.

Harry got to pick first so he chose Pansy, knowing from previous experience that she had damn good aim and a bloody good arm.

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They got through the picks as quickly as possible and set about making their own pitch. They had thirty four people, luckily two people weren’t bothered about playing they were just here to watch and were quite happy to be the referees. That left four teams of eight. The rules were simple. Two teams would sit on the sidelines while the other two had their battle. Then they would follow. The two teams that won would then face each other, the people on the losing teams being divided equally between the two of them.

Before play started the students set about making obstacles and things to hide behind. Good places to ambush and stuff like that. It was like a mini city in between two open areas, on either side of the open areas were bases, one for each team where that team’s flag would be kept. They made four flags, two of each type, black with orange trim and orange with black trim, so as not to show any house favouritism.

The object of the game... pelt as many people with snowballs as you could until one team captured a flag. Magic could be used but only for camouflage n stuff like that before battle started. No hexes allowed. So each and every team wore white and grey speckled outfits, looked kind of cool even if it didn't really work well as camouflage. They’d decided against having team colours armbands for identification as that would make the camouflage even more obsolete. Besides that was half the fun, possibly pelting the wrong person. Since everyone was wearing hats it wasn’t easy to tell everyone apart. But Harry liked to think he’d know the other Banshee’s and Slytherins anywhere.

Harry was against Collin’s team first and Blaise was against Draco’s. He was thankful that Blaise had picked Cho, it could have gotten awkward if he avoided picking her. It may be pathetic but he didn't want her on his team now, before he probably wouldn’t have minded. He supposed it was the reaction she’d had to his rejection; he knew for a fact that he hadn’t encouraged her since they broke up so she could have reacted a little better to him turning her down. He hadn’t really talked to her at all, he really didn't know where she’d gotten the idea from.

Anyway his and Collin’s team faced off. They had five minutes to positions themselves and place their flags in their snow bases before the referee blew the whistle. Harry put Pansy in as one of the guards on base duty. She was a fast thrower and he didn't doubt she could make snow balls quick, as they’d spelled the snow on the field to make it easier to make snowballs, as the snow on its own had been a little too fluffy.

He’d chosen a couple of people that he knew vaguely, both of them were avid runners and went jogging every morning around the lake. They were in the year above them and Ravenclaws, so Harry doubted Collin knew of them. He was intending to send them in quickly to get Collin’s flag. He had another use for them when he came to face either Blaise’ or Draco’s teams.

The whistle blew and Harry led his fighters into the maze of walls, bunkers and ‘buildings’ they’d created. Not knowing whether Collin was splitting his forces or having them all converge on one spot Harry split his own team. He didn't want to but it seemed the best option than having however many Collin decided on bringing converge on Harry’s base.

As luck would have it Collin did send all of his people into one area, directly where Harry was. Seeing the snowballs in their hands Harry decided that retreat was the best option. He hightailed it out of there, Collin’s men taking chase. He led them in a circuitous route and hid for a moment to watch. Because they’d been running through the same way for several minutes all in different directions the ground was a jumbled mass of foot prints, giving no indication of which way Harry went. He backed off and rounded up his team.

They circled around the cursing bunch of people and came at them from all directions, pelting them with as many snowballs as they’d been able to carry. When they’d run out of balls his men followed their orders and ran off in different directions prompting members of Collin’s team into following them, effectively scattering the opposition. The members of Harry’s team that didn't have anyone after them doubled back and attacked the running men from behind.

This went on for a good thirty minutes maybe or more before the whistle blew gaining their attention. Laughing they all dusted themselves off and headed out to the sidelines where the other two teams were waiting. Beside them stood Harry’s runners proudly holding up their captured flag. The sudden cheers and groans were clear in the quiet morning air.

Harry and his team settled in happily to watch the other teams. As he was heading onto the pitch Draco stopped to speak to Harry. He crouched down low and moved in very close until he could whisper into Harry’s ear.

“Be ready Harry. I’m going to win this and then it’ll be you and me. And I don’t intend to lose. I will have you.”

Harry shuddered as Draco abruptly stood and spun away. Draco’d certainly regained his equilibrium since he’d found out Harry was gay.

The match between Draco and Blaise ended as the other man had predicted. Draco won, capturing the flag himself after his team distracted Blaise’ guards enough that they abandoned their post intending to help outside.

After that it was easy.

By the time this battle was over it was lunch time so they all headed in to regroup.

After lunch each team picked four players from each of the losing teams. Draco picked Collin so Harry followed by picking Blaise. They had quarter of an hour to plan.

Harry put Blaise in charge of six of his team; Pansy and another younger lad were left at the base. Blaise’ group were to go through the centre of the middle ground and try to push Draco’s people back but keep them in the Middle ground if possible. The remaining eight, including Harry had various purposes. The two Ravenclaw runners were now to be diversions. They were to do what they had before and if they could get the flag they were to do so but their primary mission was to keep Draco’s guards distracted.

Harry himself was going after the flag. But knowing Draco he would be expecting that so Harry set one other person to follow behind him at a distance and if Harry was stopped he was to go on and get the flag. That left four people, so he split them in two, one pair to go down the left flank the second to go right.

The whistle blew, distracting them. Harry gave the order and everyone grinning went to their posts. Harry chuckled as he headed out; he was starting to feel like he was in the army.

After a few minutes of travelling around the outskirts of the middle ground Harry heard a sudden yell and the sound of battle commencing not too far from him. He put on a spurt and soon found himself in front of Draco’s base. Shit! The bloody sod had put the flag on the roof. Technically it was illegal.

A sudden commotion to his right brought him out of his thoughts, as a group of snow-ballers fell out of a gap. Luckily this did distract the guards. Draco had four of them on duty, two ran off to join the battle. Seeing his chance Harry made to skirt around the side and come up behind the base but a hand on his arm stopped him.

“Now, now Harry no sneak attacks.” Draco’s voice was pure purr; it did funny things to Harry’s body, it didn't seem to want to stop tingling. But remembering the game and his sneaky reserve Harry reluctantly broke away from Draco and ran into the open. Draco gave a cross between a shout and a laugh and followed before tackling him to the ground. Both of them landed in a pile of limbs in a very thick snow drift.

Draco chuckled. “You can't get away from me that easy Harry.”

The purr was back, it was driving Harry crazy. As was the warmth across his back, for that was where Draco had landed. Luckily he couldn’t feel Draco’s cock against his arse; the blonde had his hips angled away. Which was lucky for Harry as that would have made his own already hard member unbearable. Unfortunately Draco seemed intent on turning him over. His hands were grabbing at Harry and he wasn’t sure whether the little slips were intentional or not. By the time he actually got Harry turned around Harry was sure his face could melt the snow and his hard on could drill a hole through wood.

Draco was half on top of him now, one of his legs between Harry’s own, his hips still angled away, the rest of Draco’s body was laid on its side touching his own. Harry was still on his back looking up at Draco. The blonde’s eyes were glittering in amusement. Harry smiled hesitantly. Something seemed to sharpen in Draco’s eyes, making Harry swallow nervously.

Was it his imagination or was Draco watching his lips. He could be, his eyes were definitely looking down but he could be looking at the trail of ice making its way down Harry’s neck. Draco’s fingers were tracing his cold cheek; they felt like blocks of ice. The warming charms must have worn off. But Harry had never felt so warm in his life.

Draco was getting lower, he was sure of it. The blonde’s expression had turned really serious all of a sudden. Then Draco licked his lips drawing Harry’s attention to the pale mouth, the lips slightly parted and the breaths rather quick.

Before he knew what he was doing Harry was leaning up and Draco leaning down. Instinctively Harry closed his eyes, he felt Draco’s breath on his lips and then...

“OOOMPH”

He was shocked as Draco’s presence suddenly left him. He opened his eyes to find Draco sitting back on his heals rubbing snow out of his eyes. Glancing round Harry spotted Cho, a little ways away looking grimly satisfied. He shot her a hateful look before turning to help Draco. Sure for a moment that the other man had been about to kiss him.

He batted the blonde’s hands away; his rubbing at his eyes was just making them sorer. Cupping the blonde’s chin he turned his head from side to side, getting a good look before taking out his wand and casting a quick warming charm. A minute later the snow was gone and Draco’s eyes were red raw, looking like he’d been crying.

“I’m sure there was ice in that.” He said joking, though he winced a bit when he smiled and the skin around his eye pulled.

“Are you alright?” Harry asked. Silently cursing Cho.

“Yeh, yeh I’m fine. Who the bloody hell was it? I’ll hex them to within an inch of their life.”

Harry laughed despite himself. But then he sobered.

“It was Cho.”

Draco’s face in anger looked even more terrible with the red rawness around his eyes. Then the look in his eyes seemed to clear as Harry made to get up. He put his hands on Harry’s waist haltingly.

Harry looked at him questioningly. Inwardly cringing at the state of Draco’s eyes. He couldn’t resist raising his hand to brush away a look of Draco’s hair that was straying a little too close to the grey orbs. He didn't think Draco would appreciate getting something else in there. But as his hand brushed Draco’s cheek Draco leaned into the touch and rubbed his cold cheek against Harry’s hand.

Harry’s breath caught at the action. The noise seemed to startle Draco into movement, his face inches before Harry’s, before the brunette could blink. And Draco was looking into his eyes again and Harry was lost in them. Pained and bloodshot, but beautiful and mesmerising still.

It was Draco leaning in now, Harry couldn’t move. Not with Draco’s hands on his waist preventing him. Harry didn't dare close his eyes this time, things seemed to happen when he did. He kept them open even as Draco closed his, not that it did him any good.

“OOOMPH.”

Harry was aware of making the noise as something made a very hard impact with the back of his head. He head butted Draco and the two of them ended up sprawled in the snow again.

“FUCK!.” Draco yelled.

Bloody hell his head was killing, felt like he’d been hit with a rock rather than a snowball. When he was finally able to move his head Harry realised that he was laid out on Draco’s chest. He’d knocked the other boy backwards. Since Draco had been kneeling when impact had happened the blonde’s legs were still folded under him. Harry was laid directly in the middle of his knees, his head positioned just above Draco’s stomach.

Ordinarily this would have made him blush, and it did a little but Draco had his eyes closed. Harry sat up quickly, crawling half over Draco and half around him to reach his side. Whether the movement woke him or Draco wasn’t out cold he sat up before Harry could ask if he was alright. A second later he was on his feet sending Harry who had been leaning over him sprawling, then he was striding over to the still battling students, yelling his head off.

“DO YOU BLOODY IDIOTS HAVE NO CONCEPT OF TIMING?”

Harry flushed red, secretly pleased. For a moment there he’d been sure Draco was going to kiss him.

A/N... And now the little authoress is gonna get yelled at for her timing. Sorry but you’ve gotta admit it was the perfect spot to end it wasn’t it? Anyway what did you think I’m no good at romance, I really need to improve so please tell me what you think. Please, I’m not very happy with this chapter but thought I’d better update.