The power of the snitch

Cheers and screams erupted on the quidditch pitch as the Gryffindor seeker snatched the snitch out of the air, holding it up proudly for the crowd to see as the Slyhterin players sulked and complained about their loss.
Both teams flew down to the ground as the match came to an end, and shortly after a heated aruement that was sparked by a particularly moody slytherin beater, the players headed off to the changing rooms, placing their brooms in the broom shed as they went.

Harry entered the changing room, which was shared by the male players of Slytherin and Gryffindor quidditch teams, and was congratulated by his team captian for his success in catching the snitch. He thanked the male and headed over to an empty changing stall to get himself changed. All of the other players had left the changing room by the time that Harry had started to get dressed, the raven having come off the pitch late as he had gotten caught up with the congratulations and praises. He pulled on his school trousers and button them up just in time for the stall door to swing open, revealing a smirking Draco Malfoy.

"You think that you're so good, don't you Potter?" The blonde scoffed as he leant on the door frame of the stall, arms folded across his chest. Harry rolled his eyes and glared at the male.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" He asked with a loud, heavy sigh.
The blonde chuckled and stepped a little closer to the Gryffindor, humming as he looked the boy up and down.
"I want to invite you to a little challenge, Potter. A chance for you to prove that you are as good a seeker as you say you are" Draco started, holding a hand up as Harry opened his lips to talk.
"Meet me on the Quidditch pitch after dinner at 7pm and don't tell anyone about this" He added, sighing dramatically as the raven began to speak.
"Why invite me to your challenege? That sounds..too friendly. This is you we're talking about, there's got to be some sort of twist" Harry folded his arms, having a sense that the Slytherin has something else in mind.
"Ah, yes. You see, looser will do anything that the winner says until midnight tonight. You're not too scared now are you, Potter?" Draco teased, looking at Harry with a mocking pout on his lips.
"Count me in"

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Time Skip
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7pm, Quidditch Pitch, Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry

Draco and Harry raced through the cold air on their brooms, both chasing after the snitch with the same determination and desire to win, neither of them able to cope with the embarassing though of losing to the other.
Harry was pretty sure that he was going to win, what with him being a superb seeking and having just won his match against Slytherin earlier that day, however his confidence was starting to waver as there were multiple times that the Slytherin had come close to cathcing the shiny golden ball.

The snitch was now just over an arm's reach away from the boys, who were currently flying neck and neck through the air, each of them just as close to catching the snitch. A sly comment from a smirking Draco "When I win, I'm going to show you things that you didn't even know you liked" had put Harry of for a short second. Unfortunately that short second was all that was needed in order for the Slytherin to get a firm grasp on the snitch, the blonde yelling loudly in victory as he waved the shiny ball in Harry's face.

A second later an extatic Draco touched down on the ground, shortly followed by Harry who looked as though he had seen a ghost.
"HA! I win, Potter! Now you have to do what I say until midnight!" Draco bragged, looking at Harry with a sly smirk on his face.
Harry sighed deeply and slowly nodded his head, looking up to face the blonde.
"Whatever you're going to make me do.. just get it over with" He said with a dull tone, frustrated and embarassed that the Slytherin had beaten him to the snitch.
"Well, if you say so, Potter" Draco stated and stepped closer to the Gryffindor, putting his index finger under Harry's chin and lifting his face. Harry looked at Draco with a very skeptical and confused look on his face. "wha-" The Gryffindor started but was cut off when a warm pair of lips met his own cold pair.
Harry knew that this was wrong, very wrong. He was kissing THE Draco Malfoy, his sworn enemy. Despite how wrong it was to Harry, he didn't pull away from the blonde, Instead he began to kiss him back which caught Draco off guard a little as he wasn't expecting the male to kiss back and go along with his actions. Things began to get quite heated quickly, one of Draco's arms snaking around Harry's waist as the other went around his neck and tugged on the boy's raven locks which caused Harry to gasp and give Draco the opportunity for his tounge to explore the shorter boy's mouth, which he did gladly.