➶Finally➴ || Drarry

☁Quidditch, Pottah?❥

                                        hope you enjoy <3

Harry's hand was gently placed on his soft, Gryffindor-themed sheets in his wooden, four-poster bed, as the snow was falling slowly, and gently but Harry's mind was elsewhere, he couldn't take his mind of his tall, blonde, plantinum-eyed classmate, Whom Harry had hoped he was more than a classmate, a friend; Or... maybe..- even more than that? 

He started interrogating himself. No- he couldn't- he just liked him as a friend. That was all. Friends. His train of thought was interrupted by something. What's got your scar in a bunch 'Potttah'? Draco, the classmate he had just been thinking about bellowed. Harry had flinched, and turned to the staircase which leads you to the boys' dorms. Draco, Draco Malfoy, was a 13 year old, slim, (probably due to the fact that his father had disowned him, when he had been sorted into Gryffindor) tall, with a smile plastered all over his face

He made his way over to 'Pottah's' bed. The two off them were roommates, but never really connected, Scarface, an inconsiderate name Draco called Harry on the ocasion they talked, was really confused. What was Draco talking about? he thought. But before he could answer his own question he was interrupted by a "What ya doing" Malfoy had slurred to break the almost awkward silence that had fallen over the Gryffindor's dorm. Er- eh- not-hing? 

He asked, Draco looked in his eyes and he sat down on his gentle, brightly colored, red and yellow blanket, without breaking eye contact. "So- er- why're... uh you here?" This time Draco hadn't waited to reply as he did instantly with a slurred "This is my, um... dorm, isn't it?" after which he started to chuckle awkwardly. He didn't get a reply from Harry, so he continued talking. 'So hey um- wanna- um go outside, maybe you know- shoot some bludgers?'

 Malfoy said as he was visibly nervous, and started blushing instantly after saying that. Seconds pass, that feel like days to Draco, so he feels the need to say 'It's just Quidditch, come on! It'll be fun' followed by a 'yeah. er- sure' which Harry had blurted awkwardly. Not a second pass and Draco flings himself off Harry's bed and starts rummaging through his open, messy trunk for what looked like a Quidditch uniform.

 He started throwing clothes left and right, as Harry tried to dodge all of them; It's not as if he would have been harmed if he was hit, but he saw it as a nice challenge. The flailing of clothes suddenly stopped, as Draco turned to Harry and said 'aren't you getting ready?' Followed by what sounded to be a 'yea' from Harry, he didn't seem excited, actually not at all, Draco's face all lit up when he had heard they were going to spend time together but Harry just stood there, unbothered. 

Draco left, to get changed presumed Harry, as his brain was being flooded with thoughts about him. All of a sudden, Harry jumped out of his bed and started putting on his uniform. After which he didn't even think to wait for Draco as he started descending the marble round staircase that lead to the Gryffindor common room which was lively, and very Christmassy, with decorations hung in every inch, red, green, several Christmas trees, Even a statue of a 'Be-santa-ed' Dragon, which was a Dragon, in a Santa Claus hat. 

Sitting there he saw Ronald Weasley next to Hermione Granger taking all the space of the maroon, two person couch. Harry barely acknowledged their existence apart from a slight glance and nod in their direction. 'Good day to you too Mr. Potter' spouted mockingly Hermione, the smartest Gryffindor in the 3rd year. Harry didn't seem to be bothered as he continued with his day making his way over to the Fat Lady painting, promptly asking her to open the door so he could exit. 

She did, and Harry continued walking down the moving stairwells, as if it was a walk in the park, He was distant, though nobody figured out why. He continued going about his day, getting off the moving stairs, and continuing descending yet another flight of stairs, so he could meet Malfoy outside.

 Two more minutes pass and Harry finally gets out of the huge, towering castle he called 'home' and makes his way over to the Quidditch arena where he and Malfoy practiced over everyday, after all, the team captain was Oliver Wood, a handsome, tall, short-haired Quidditch fanatic that would do anything but cancel Quidditch, so practicing everyday didn't come as a surprise to any of the Gryffindor team.

 He proudly mounted his sleek, black-ish Nimbus 2000, and started doing laps around the pitch waiting for Malfoy to come. Snow was falling at a rapid pace, and it was slowly rolling all over Harry's bespectacled face. Zoom! Harry heard faintly as Draco whizzed besides him, and chucked a maroon bludger that by now was covered in a snowflake layer right at Harry, as he heard a faint little swish, he slightly dodges the hard, cold bludger. He misses it by an inch, and to signal his indignation 'OW! YOU LITTL-' he shouts, without finish his sentence so Draco knows he wasn't really mad at him.

 The next second Potter, zooms away on his sleek, black broom in the bludger's direction. Surprisingly he catches it without being injured, and without thinking he returns the favor, and musters all his might and throws the bludger right back at Malfoy. There was a loud thump, and what Harry thought was an 'OW' but he didn't think twice, as he just thought Draco was joking around. There was another thump and Harry turned around to see its source. He didn't see Malfoy anymore.

 'Is he hiding behind the arena?' He thought quickly, refusing to think he actually hit him. But Malfoy wasn't behind the arena, he was on the ground, and had made a huge Draco-shaped hole in the snow, 'POTTAHHHH' Draco exploded followed by some uncontrolable laughter. 'OH MY FATHER WILL HEA-' 'Oh- wait' continued Draco realizing he hadn't talked to Lucius Malfoy, (his towering, blonde, extremely-rude father in years, though, this thought didn't really seem to bother him, almost as if he was used to the idea.)followed by wheezes and chuckles from both sides. Harry gripped his Nimbus tightly and zoomed down to where Draco had fallen, and where we was now laughing. 'Come on, get up!' Said Harry offering Draco help by stretching out his hand. Draco saw this as an opportunity to return the favor, seized Harry's hand and started pulling it, forcing Harry to fall face first in the snow right next to Draco.

CONTINUED IN PART 2....

Hope you enjoyed the first part of this Drarry fanfiction, and stay tuned for more <3

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-finn

creds: Jami(Quidditch scene idea) || Tiktok (Draco being sorted into Gryffindor) || Image: Google (DM for creds)