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All is fair in the game called love	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 29070 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter nor profit from it. J.K. Rowling owns everything.

Chapter List
- 19
- 20
- 21
Author's note: Tired from shopping LOL

Thank to the following reviewers: Madamdragon; unneeded; cocobyrd87 (LOL No maiming in this story, but it can happen in the sequel); ArienAngel529 (sorry for the incorrect grammar - I'm editing all the chapters, but apparently some mistakes still slip through my editing)

I hope you'll like this chapter! Also you might want to look up the pictures of the runes to get a good image of them - I don't know if I described them correctly.

Chapter 20: First Quidditch match

Confused. That was the best way to describe what Harry felt when he woke up on Thursday morning.

It was the day after the Halloween party. After Harry's dare, he hadn't risked playing further, afraid of what others would come up with. Like instructed, he had sat the entire night on Draco's lap with the blond boy's arms around his waist. It had felt rather intimate, something only couples or parents with their children would do.

The worst thing was that Harry had enjoyed both the kiss as the sitting on the lap. That wasn't normal, right? To enjoy kissing a boy and sitting on his lap? What should he do now? Should he talk about it with Draco or should he just forget about it? It wasn't as if it meant something, right? It was only a dare. He should just forget about it.

It only it was that easy. Harry still remembered the soft lips of Draco moving against his, his tongue battling with his, the arms around his waist, his hands buried in Draco's hair, Draco's smell, his taste… He blushed heavily when he remembered his whimpers and felt like he would die of shame. He prayed nobody had heard his whimpers.

All right, just try to forget about it. Try to forget how wonderful it felt, how fantastic the kiss was, how… All right, stop thinking about it, Harry ordered himself sternly. He sighed and ranked a hand through his hair. He casted a Tempus spell: six thirty. Too early to be awake on a lesson free day, but he didn't think he could fall asleep again. Besides confused, he was now restless too. He needed to get out of bed; maybe he would visit Hedwig. It had been a long time since he saw his owl.

Sapphire mewled softly when Harry slipped out of bed. Ruby opened his eyes and peered at Harry – he was only visible in Harry's bed.

Harry scratched them both behind their ears. "Sssh, you can go back to sleep. I'm going to take a shower." He whispered, as to not wake the other boys.

Sapphire stretched and curled up again, closing here eyes and yawning, showing her little, sharp, white teeth.

Silently, Harry made his way into the bathroom. He slipped off his clothes and stepped into the shower. He sighed when the warm water touched his back.

After ten minutes, he stepped out the shower and grabbed a towel. He wiped the fog of the mirror and proceeded to dry himself. However, he stopped when he saw something in his right side. Harry furrowed his eyebrows when he noticed that it had a particular design. It almost looked like a … mark. It was dark red and as far as Harry could tell, it looked like a rune. He didn't know what the rune meant, but the most important thing now was: why did he have this mark on his body? Since when? What did this mean? Did he have other marks? He looked over his body and discovered another rune shaped mark on his left ankle. This one was light green, almost silver.

This is just great, Harry thought miserably. Uncle Vernon was right: I am a freak!

What should he do now?

He decided to go to Remus. Maybe he could help him.

Harry dressed quickly and left the bathroom. As if on cue, three pairs of eyes shot open and Sapphire and Ruby padded towards Harry, Garin curled up on Ruby's back.

"You don't have to accompany me. You can sleep for a while more." Harry whispered to the animals.

Ruby and Sapphire looked at him pointly, as if to say 'Are you stupid?'. Harry sighed, but smiled and after glancing at the other boys, who were still fast asleep, he left the room and made his way out of the dungeons, to the owlery. He would first visit Hedwig and then go to Remus.

Harry smiled when Hedwig flew over to him, landing on his stretched out arm.

"Hey there girl. How are you?" Harry asked and stroked the white feathers on her belly.

Hedwig nipped his ear lovingly, enjoying the stroking she received.

Harry stroked his owl for a while, until he decided that it was time to go before Sapphire attacked the little owl of Ron. She was looking a bit too hungry at it for Harry's liking.

A quick Tempus spell told him it was seven thirty. Still early, but Harry was sure Remus would be up.

He said the password and walked into the living room. And immediately turned around, while a thump and a few curses could be heard from the couch.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to interrupt you!" Harry apologized with a fire red face. He had just caught his godparents naked while they were about to do it. This was as worse as seeing your parents do it. Not that he had caught his parents doing it, considering they died when he was only one years old, but still.

Sirius sat up from his position on the floor, groaning. Remus looked apologetically at him from the couch; he had pushed Sirius off of him when Harry came in. He grabbed his pants and pulled them back on. Well, that would teach them not to do it again on the couch in the future.

Sirius sighed and zipped up his pants. This was just great: their godson had walked in on them while they were about to have sex. Talk about a mood killer.

Remus waited until they both had their clothes back on and they were decent again before saying, "You can look again, Harry."

"Are you decent?" Harry asked, embarrassment ringing through his voice.

"No, I'm about to suck Remus' …" Remus clamped his hand on Sirius' mouth, effectively shutting him up.

"Don't listen to him, cub, you can look." Remus assured him, blushing.

Hesitantly, Harry turned around, still with a red face. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to – to… Merlin, this is embarrassing." He groaned with his hands on his face.

Sirius snickered. "Get used to it, pup. We still have the kitchen to explore."

Remus smacked his arm.

Harry looked pale. "Too much information."

"Anyway, was there something you needed, cub?" Remus asked, glancing at the clock. "It's still early."

Awkwardly, Harry sat down on a chair and Sapphire jumped on his lap while Ruby laid his head on Harry's knees. "I have to … ask you something." He began hesitantly.

"All right, ask away." Remus smiled.

"Euhm, well, you see, when I was in the shower, I noticed something strange." Harry replied, stroking Sapphire's back. "I know this will sound weird, but I have two marks on my body that, I swear, look like some kind of runes. I was wondering if you would know what they are and why they are on my body and why."

Nobody noticed how both Ruby and Garin seemed to tense at the mention of the marks.

Both Remus and Sirius frowned and looked concerned.

"Can you show them, please, Harry?" Remus asked, his amber eyes sharp.

Harry placed Sapphire on the chair and stood up. Biting his lip, he shoved his sweater up to reveal the mark on his side.

It looked like an 's', but with sharp curves instead of round ones.

Remus nodded slowly, not aware of two pairs of red and purple eyes watching him. "Yes, that's definitely a rune. Wait here, I get my book to search for the meaning of it." Hastily he made his way into their study room.

"How long do you have these marks, Harry?" Sirius asked, for once not joking.

Harry shrugged helplessly. "I don't know. I just noticed them today."

"Here we are." Remus muttered. He leafed through the book while making his way to the couch. He sat down and his eyes scanned the page quickly. "Aha! I found it! It's called Eihwaz and it stands for protection, magical authorization and psychic protection – to name a few qualities." He looked up to Harry. "Can I see your other mark?"

Harry nodded dumbfounded and rolled up his pants to show the mark on his ankle. This one looked like a 'p', but again with sharp curves instead of round ones.

Remus nodded again and leafed through his book. His eyes lit up when he found the right rune. "This one is known as Thurisaz and his main quality is protection."

"That's all good, but why are they on Harry? And how?" Sirius asked, getting frustrated because of this mystery.

Remus sighed and closed the book while looking pensively at the rune of Harry's ankle. "I honestly don't know, Padfoot. I have no idea where they came from. As far as I know there aren't any spells, potions, curses or hexes that causes a mark, shaped like rune, on your body." He replied. "I'd say they protect Harry, but against what and who was responsible for it, I have no idea."

"Are there no other ways to discover the answer?" Sirius asked, leaning back.

"There are some books concerning runes and the ways they are used," Remus said slowly. "But those are rare books. Even the library of Hogwarts doesn't have them. My best guess is you may find them in the library of a very rich wizard – probably a Pureblood too."

"We know a very rich Pureblood." Sirius said nonchalantly.

"Oh?" Harry frowned, sitting down again.

"Yes, Lucius Malfoy. Can you ask Draco to write a letter to his father with the request of the book?" Sirius asked, enthusiasm creeping in his voice.

Harry's response was quick and short. "No!"

Sirius was surprised. "Why not? Maybe he could help us."

Harry shook his head. "No! If I ask Draco to ask his father about the book, he will want to know why we want that book."

"And? I don't see the problem, cub." Remus said confused.

"If Draco knows about the marks, he will begin to worry and be even more protective! I don't want that!" Harry replied stubbornly. "Can't we get that book without involving Draco?"

Remus looked doubtful. "I could ask Severus to see if he wants to contact Lucius about that book." He suggested.

"Yes, let's do that." Harry said relieved.

"Talking about Draco reminds me: did you have fun at the Halloween party yesterday?" Sirius asked smiling.

Harry blushed and began to pet Ruby. Just when he had nearly forgotten about that… He cleared his throat. "Yes, it was fun."

Remus raised an eyebrow. "Did something happen?"

"What? NO! Of course not!" Harry laughed nervously. "What could have happened?"

Sirius and Remus glanced at each other.

"Are you sure nothing happened? You look a bit flushed." Sirius commented, studying his godson's blushing face.

"Yes, I'm sure. Absolutely sure. Oh, look at that! It's time for breakfast! I'll see you later. Bye Sirius, Remus!" Harry hastily said, grabbed his cat who meowed as if protesting and almost ran out of the room.

"He does know he could eat with us, right?" Sirius asked bemused.

"Hm." Remus nodded absently. Something was going on and he would figure out what.

Harry stalked through the hallways, Sapphire still cradled in his arms, Ruby following next to him. Sirius just had to bring up the party. Now all Harry could think of again was that damned kiss. What was wrong with him? Why couldn't he just forget about it? It was just one stupid kiss, for Merlin's sake!

Yes, but it was a kiss with Draco Malfoy, the most handsome guy in school, a voice whispered in the back of his mind.

That doesn't matter. It was still just a kiss, Harry argued and then slapped himself. He groaned. Great. Now I'm arguing with myself. This day just keeps getting better and better.

Harry was so focused on trying not to think about the kiss, that he didn't see the person in front of him. The result? He collided with said person and would have fallen on the ground if that person hadn't caught him around the waist.

"Harry, are you all right?" Draco's voice asked concerned.

Harry tensed and stepped back, out of Draco's reach. Still embarrassed about the kiss, he refused to meet Draco's concerned gaze and mumbled, "I'm fine, don't worry. I was distracted, so I didn't see you." Unconsciously he hugged Sapphire closer to his chest. She answered by patting his chin with her paw.

"Why were you distracted?" Draco asked curiously, absently reaching out to pat Sapphire on her head.

Harry flinched a bit when Draco's hand neared his skin and tried to cover his slip by hastily stepping aside. "Nothing special. Just caught up in my thoughts. Say, I'm going to the Great Hall for breakfast. I'm starved." He replied hastily and quickened his pace, leaving Draco behind.

Draco's hand fell back to his side and he stared at Harry's back who made his way out of the hallway. What had just happened? Had he done something wrong? Harry hadn't once looked at him and it seemed that he didn't want to stay near Draco. Why? Draco was confused and hurt. He knew it was silly to be hurt because of that; Harry hadn't done anything wrong, except for not looking at him and getting away quickly. But why had he done that?

He had never done that; not even when they were school enemies. So what was this all about?

Or, Draco thought suddenly, had it to do something with our kiss of yesterday?

After they were done kissing, Harry hadn't said anything to him for the whole evening, though he did stay seated on his lap. Draco hadn't thought Harry would have a problem with that. They had kissed, so what?

All right, for Draco the kiss had meant something more, but Harry couldn't know that. So why did Harry act like that? He wouldn't start avoiding him, would he?

Draco resolved himself to talk about the kiss with Harry. Who knew, maybe he was lucky and Harry felt something for him too. Maybe. If he was lucky.

Talking with Harry, however, proved to be very difficult. Draco didn't know before how evasive Harry could be if he wanted to.

When Draco arrived at breakfast, he found he couldn't sit next to Harry because he sat between Blaise and Millicent. That had never happened before. Draco frowned, but took a seat next to Blaise. He didn't have a chance to talk to Harry, seeing as the boy was chattering nonstop with other Slytherins. After breakfast ended, Draco saw Harry leaving the Great Hall, still with Sapphire in his arms and quickened his pace so he could catch up with Harry. Despite his haste, he couldn't find Harry anywhere.

For the rest of the day, Draco didn't have a clue as to where Harry could be. For a few moments he had been afraid that Harry had gotten into some troubles with Gryffindors – Merlin knew how much they loathed him now – but had calmed down when he saw all the Gryffindors in the Great Hall or in their common room. Still, it looked like Harry had disappeared from Hogwarts.

Draco had gotten to the point where he was about to interrogate Black or Lupin about Harry's whereabouts, when he saw Harry entering the Great Hall for dinner. He didn't look injured, only troubled about something. Again, Draco couldn't talk to Harry, but he figured he could grab his chance after the Quidditch practice that night. It was the last practice before their match against Gryffindor this Saturday, so all they did was revising their tactics and moves until it was too dark to fly and they all went back to the locker rooms where they changed back into their school robes.

"Harry, can I talk to you – in private?" Draco added, when he saw Blaise trying to listen in.

Harry averted his eyes and grabbed his bag tighter. "I'm sorry, Draco, but I don't have time now. Sirius wants to see me, so I guess I see you back in the dorms."

And just like that, Harry was gone in a flash.

"Come on, Draco; let's head back to the dorms. I'm exhausted!" Blaise complained, stirring the blond boy along.

Nott smirked from his place by the fire when Draco and Blaise entered the common room. He waited until the two boys were near him before he murmured, "It looks like your toy ran away again. My, my, you must have really shocked him with your kiss, Malfoy. Haven't you learned that you should be gently with little virgins? Or have you already made use of your toy?"

If it wasn't for Blaise holding him back, Draco would have beaten – and cursed – the living daylights out of Theodore.

"I swear to Merlin, Nott, I will curse you so badly, nobody will recognize you again! You're really testing my patience, son of a bitch!" Draco hissed, struggling against Blaise's hold.

"Oh, I'm so scared now." Nott mocked, his eyes glinting maliciously.

"Shut the fuck up before I make you, Nott." Blaise said coldly and tugged Draco back. "Come on, Drake, he's not worth your time." He managed to drag the blond boy to their dorm where he released him, after locking up the door. In the state Draco was in, he could very well murder Nott. Not that Blaise would blame him.

Draco was seething. He saw red and he clenched his fists. "How dare he? As if he knows anything about… I should go back and beat the shit out of him for saying those things, that smug, arrogant asshole!" He growled.

"I completely agree with you and would gladly offer my help, but it's best not to do anything. It will only give us more trouble." Blaise replied calmly and sat down on his bed. "Now I suggest you calm down, so you can talk to Harry later when he comes back, without freaking him out."

Draco hated to admit it, but Blaise was right. It wouldn't do to still be this angry when Harry showed up, so he laid back on his bed, folded his arms beneath his head and stared at nothing in particular, trying to calm down and waiting for Harry to show up.

He didn't saw Harry sneaking back in or Nott sneaking out.

The next morning, Harry was already gone by the time Draco woke up.

"This is all your fault!" Draco hissed when he and Blaise walked to the Great Hall for breakfast.

Indignant, Blaise looked at him. "What did I do now?"

"Because of your stupid dare Harry won't look, talk or be near me. He's avoiding me and that's all your fault!" Draco growled, his eyes cold.

"Wait a minute! I gave Harry that dare to give you a chance to act on your feelings." Blaise defended himself. "Merlin knows why you take so long to make a move when you had no problems with that in the past, so I figured I would give you a boost. For the love of God, Drake, just corner him and talk to him. You make the situation unnecessarily difficult."

Draco glared, but didn't reply.

"Is Harry here?"

Sirius raised an eyebrow when he saw Draco standing in front of him, arms crossed and head raised.

"No. I didn't see him since yesterday. Why?" He asked, leaning casually against the door post.

"I need to talk with him, but I can't find him." Draco answered, gritting his teeth.

"Does this have something to do with whatever you did on Wednesday?" Sirius inquired.

"Maybe." Draco said unwillingly.

"What's the matter?" Remus asked when he arrived at the portrait with three old thick books in his arms, looking between the two men.

"Blondie here wants to know where Harry is." Sirius replied grinning, ignoring the annoyed hiss of Draco.

Remus looked at Draco surprised. "Oh. Well, I suppose you can check with Severus. I left him there." He informed him, while Sirius took over the books and gave him a quick kiss on his mouth.

"Thanks." Draco nodded and walked to the stairs, determined to not let Harry escape.

"Are these the books on the runes?" Sirius asked and shut the portrait behind them, before placing the books on their dinner table.

Remus nodded and pushed his hair back out of his eyes. "Yes, Lucius gave them to Severus and he passed those on. According to Lucius, you'll find all the information there is about runes in there. Severus told me that Lucius was curious as to why we would need those books, so I guess we can expect questions." With a sigh, he plopped down on the chair and pulled the first book towards him.

"Hmm." Sirius muttered absently and stood behind Remus, bending his head so he could kiss Remus in his neck, sliding his hands up and down over his chest, opening Remus' shirt, so he could stroke Remus' naked chest.

"Sirius, what are you doing?" Remus asked amused and wary at the same time.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Sirius mumbled, nipping Remus' ear, smiling when he felt him shivering.

"It looks like you're trying to distract me." Remus sighed, letting his head fall back so that Sirius had better access to his skin.

Sirius chuckled; the sound making Remus clenching his stomach in anticipation. "Is it working?"

"Mmm, we really should be looking through these books." Remus groaned when Sirius started sucking his pulse point. Damn that dog for knowing his weak spots. It was so unfair.

"Those books can wait for a few minutes… or half an hour. I really want you, Moony." Sirius whispered, sliding his hand down.

Remus moaned and relaxed; those books could wait for a few moments. He had a lover to take care of.

"Instead of the Occlumency lessons, we will do something different. You will still receive one Occlumency lesson in the week, but that is merely a revision." Snape said calmly.

"What will we be doing instead, sir?" Harry asked frowning.

"Talking about your issues and your past."

Harry stared at him. Snape stared back. Then Harry tried to bolt. He managed to open the door when Snape caught him around his waist and tried to stop the struggling.

"Potter, cease your childish fight and listen to me!" Snape snapped.

"No! I don't need the talking! I'm perfectly fine! I don't have issues and I have nothing to talk about. Now let me go!" Harry snapped back.

Ruby, Sapphire and Garin were looking at the scene, uncertain about what to do. On the one hand, they hated seeing their master upset, but on the other hand, they understood the tall dark man just wanted to help their master.

"For Merlin's sake, Potter! You're not fine and you're going to talk even if I have to force Veritaserum down your throat!" Snape said irritated. Honestly, one would think he was trying to kill the boy with the amount of struggling the boy put up.

At hearing the threat, Harry stopped struggling and turned his head to look at Snape, narrowing his eyes. "You wouldn't dare." He hissed.

"I assure you I would. Now, our first talk will be in a week and you better be present or I will drag you." Snape warned and let Harry go, taking a step back.

Harry opened his mouth, but froze when Draco said, "Harry, if you're done here, we need to talk."

Harry turned around with dread and saw Draco standing a few feet away from him with a determined face, blocking Harry's path. Draco wasn't about to let him escape now.

Snape nodded at Draco as a form of greeting him. "I will send you a note with the time and date. I'll see you tomorrow with the match. Good day." He closed the door, after making sure Potter's pets were outside too. When he was alone again, he cradled his head in his hands and sighed. He needed a drink.

Draco grabbed Harry's wrist to prevent his escape and tugged, leading the smaller boy away from Snape's quarters, into one of the dark hallways of the dungeons where nobody came. Perfect for a private talk.

As soon as they halted, Harry snatched his hand back. "Did you really have to drag me? I'm not a kid." He scowled.

"I had to drag you since you're avoiding me like the plague. How else was I supposed to get you to talk to me?" Draco said, leaning against the wall casually, but his body was tense.

"I wasn't avoiding you." Harry mumbled weakly, not daring to look in Draco's eyes.

Draco scoffed. "Of course not. That's why you haven't talked to me or looked at me for two days. I'll bet you would still be avoiding me if I hadn't found you." He said harshly.

Harry flinched, but didn't react.

Draco sighed. "Are you going to tell me what's wrong? Does it have something to do with what happened Wednesday?"

"Maybe." Harry muttered, not willing to continue this particular conversation.

"What in particular has bothered you?" Draco asked uncomfortably. Why couldn't this be simpler with Harry admitting he had feelings for Draco too? Weren't Gryffindors supposed to be brave?

Harry didn't answer and looked away.

Draco bit on his lip. "Was it the kiss?" He asked softly.

Unwillingly, Harry looked at him. "I was just… a bit confused." He admitted hesitantly.

"Confused? Why?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe it was because we are two blokes who had to kiss each other." Harry replied sarcastically.

When feeling uncomfortable, use sarcasm.

"If the kiss bothered you so much, we can pretend it never happened. Nobody needs to know about it." Draco offered, though he was hurt. That kiss had been one of the best moments in his life.

"Really? You wouldn't mind it?" Harry asked relieved.

"Of course not. I don't want our friendship suffering because we had to kiss for a dare." Draco smiled a bit strained.

"Thanks. For a moment I thought… never mind. I'm glad we're still friends." Harry grinned and gave the blond a quick hug. He was relieved that the awkwardness between them was gone, although… Deep inside him, he felt a bit disappointed. Why? He didn't know. He would think about that later.

Friends huh? Draco thought wryly. Is that all we're going to be? Just friends? He wouldn't settle for that. Harry would fall in love with him too, even if Draco had to woo him for years. Harry was his and he was Harry's – it was that plain simple.

The next day, it was the most anticipated match of the year: Gryffindor versus Slytherin. It had never been as noisy in the Great Hall as today. Each House was placing bets. With Harry now in Slytherin, which House would win? Throughout all the years, it had been Gryffindor who had won against Slytherin. However, this year, Slytherin had one advantage: Harry Potter. The whole school was wondering which position Harry played. After all, the Seeker position was taken by Draco Malfoy, wasn't it?

"I'll never understand why they are all so excited. It's just a game." Harry muttered, picking at his scrambled eggs. Nervous butterflies were fluttering in his stomach. This would be the first time he played against his former team. How would this end?

"Yes, but it's also a test of power. The winning House proves he's more powerful than the other." Blaise said dramatically.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Yes, because that's all what Quidditch is about."

"Mister Potter." The smooth voice of Snape said behind them. They startled and turned around. "I hope we will get to watch an exciting match with a satisfying result for us. That cannot be too difficult, not?"

"So basically what you just said was: don't dare to lose, right?" Harry said dryly, while some of his team mates were smirking.

Snape smirked. "I'm glad to hear you acquired the skill to read between the lines. Have a nice game." He nodded to the others and walked away.

Harry raised an eyebrow when he saw Draco smirking. "Why are you smirking?"

"I'm just picturing the faces of the Gryffindor team – Weasley especially – when they hear they lost to us." Draco answered and took a sip of his coffee. "Ah, the sweet taste of victory."

Harry chuckled.

Sirius and Remus appeared behind him … with a Slytherin scarf.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were supporters of Gryffindors?"

Remus gave him a quick hug. "We support you. If this means we support Slytherin, then so be it." He smiled.

"Minerva wasn't pleased with us. But I suppose Slytherin is still a better House to be in than Hufflepuff." Sirius said dryly, but he was grinning. He gave Harry a hug too. "Do your best, pup."

"I will." Harry smiled, happy to hear they were supporting him.

When Sirius turned around to chatter with Draco, Harry turned to Remus. "How did you manage to make Sirius wear a Slytherin scarf?" He whispered amused.

Suddenly, Remus smiled devilishly. "Let's just say I know which buttons I need to push." Or lick, he added in a gleeful afterthought.

"Oh." Harry blinked.

"What do you say of us babysitting your pets while you play?" Remus offered.

"Thanks." Harry smiled and handed over Sapphire while he directed an invisible Ruby and Garin to Remus.

"We'll see you after the match, pup." Sirius grinned and waved.

Discreetly, Remus looked at the Gryffindor table. He narrowed his eyes a bit when he saw the look on Ron's face. It almost looked murderous.

"Sirius, do you have your wand in hand reach?" He muttered softly, grabbing his own wand in his pocket.

"Yes, why?" Sirius asked surprised.

"Because I think we need to be ready to intervene later in the match." Remus answered softly.

Sirius looked over at the Gryffindor table and nodded grimly.

Harry's pets looked up when they heard that and they growled inaudibly. If someone dared to harm their master, there would be hell to pay.

"All right, let's go." Draco ordered.

The whole team stood up and followed their Captain. At the door they bumped into the Gryffindor team.

"Well, well, if this isn't the ferret boy." Ron sneered.

"And if this isn't the Weasel. I'm surprised you found the courage to crawl out of your hole and face me." Draco sneered back.

Harry gripped his arm, but didn't stop him.

Ron went red. "You're going to lose, Malfoy. We've never lost a match against you." He snapped.

"The only reason why you'd won was because Harry was in your team. But guess what, Weasel: we have Harry now." Draco smirked.

"Oh yeah? We don't need Potter to win! Ginny is a better Seeker than you!" Ron snapped.

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Who said I'm the Seeker?" He beckoned his team to follow him to the locker rooms, leaving Ron baffled behind.

"Was that really necessary? Taunting Ron like that?" Harry sighed and slipped on his shirt.

"He started it."

Harry rolled his eyes and grabbed his Firebolt.

"I want a fair game, understood?" Madam Hooch warned them. "Captains, shake hands."

To Harry it seemed that Draco and Ron were trying to crush each other's hands.

"You're going to lose, ferret." Ron hissed.

"Don't let your nerves get in the way, Weasel." Draco smirked. He began to hum the tune of 'Weasel is our king'.

Ron snarled.

They all got on their brooms and flew up. Immediately, Harry flew higher so he could both watch the game and search for the Snitch.

It was the beginning of November and it was very cold. Harry's cheeks colored red from the cold wind and he had to cast a warming charm to keep his teeth from chattering too much.

Ginny was flying a few feet under him and she smiled and winked at him, before flying to the other side of the field giggling. Harry shook his head and concentrated on the commentary that was given by some fifth year of Hufflepuff.

"Malfoy, who is now filling in the spot of Chaser to our surprise, has the Quaffle. He flies to the goals, throws and … scores! Weasley was too late! Ten points for Slytherin." The Hufflepuff sounded disappointed.

Harry grinned. Ron started to get red.

It was half an hour later and Harry still hadn't seen the Snitch. It was sixty to forty for Slytherin when the game got uglier.

Harry, as well as Draco, had to duck and swirl multiple times to avoid being hit by a Bludger. It wasn't a coincidence. The Beaters of Gryffindor, Jimmy Peakes and Ritchie Coote, were purposefully aiming for Harry and Draco. Mainly they aimed for the head and back. To avoid the Bludgers, Blaise was protecting Harry and Harper was watching Draco's back.

Then it happened. Harry saw the Snitch circling near the seats of the teachers. He looked around and saw Ginny on the other end of the field. This was his chance. He turned in the right direction to make a dive when he saw something that made his heart stop. The two Bludgers were flying fast towards Draco. One would hit him in the back; the other one would hit his leg, probably breaking it. Harper wouldn't be able to hit both Bludgers.

"Blaise, help Harper with the Bludgers!" Harry yelled.

Blaise nodded and sped up so he could reach Draco in time.

Figuring he couldn't do anything else to help Draco, Harry directed his attention to the Snitch which was hovering ten feet above the ground next to the teachers' stand.

He heard the Slytherins and even some teachers cheering him on when he went into a dive. He was nearly there. He almost had it. He sat up and stretched his arm to grab the Snitch when something hard hit him right in his chest, knocking the wind out of him. An exploding pain in his chest caused him to lose his grip on his broom and the searing pain made him lose his balance. His hand shot out and his fingertips grabbed the broom – the only thing that was making sure he didn't fall. He groaned when the pain got worse; he probably had broken a few ribs.

The crowd was screaming and he vaguely heard Remus and Sirius yelling.

He clenched his teeth and tried to haul himself up on his broom again, but the pain stopped him and he let out a yelp.

Suddenly he saw Draco flying underneath him.

"Harry! Are you okay?" He asked frantically.

"Yeah, help me back up, will you? I have a game to win." Harry smiled weakly, but couldn't hold back a scream when Draco grabbed him around his waist and somehow managed to host him back up on his broom.

"Oh Merlin, Harry, are your ribs broken?" Draco asked shocked.

Breathing shakily, Harry gripped his broom tight and tried to ignore the searing pain that made breathing difficult. "I think so, but we can worry about that later. I have to catch that damn Snitch!" He frantically looked around and saw the Snitch near the ground right in the middle of the field. He immediately sped towards it, seeing Ginny do the same. She was almost there.

"POTTER, STOP FLYING, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!" Draco screamed in worry and flew after him.

"Look at this! Potter and Weasley are nearing the Snitch! Who will catch it?" The Hufflepuff yelled.

"Come on, come on." Harry whispered through clenched teeth. He threw himself into a dive, an adrenaline rush floating through his veins. He didn't hear anything else, didn't see anything else but the Snitch.

Soon he would have to pull up from the dive to avoid crashing into the ground, but first he had to catch the Snitch. From his right side he saw a small pale hand reaching out, but he brushed it aside. Having no other choice, Ginny pulled up, not fancying a date with the grass, leaving Harry free to catch the Snitch. He stretched a little bit more, ignoring the pain. His fingertips brushed the little golden ball… And then he closed his fist around it. He had caught the Snitch. Slytherin had won.

Harry heard the Slytherins yelling and cheering. He grinned and had just pulled out of the dive, making a move to land softly when a Bludger against his side threw him off his Firebolt, sending his sprawling over the ground. Luckily for him, he had only been a few feet away from the ground so he didn't crash too hard. Harry groaned when he landed on his back and struggled to catch his breath.

"Idiot! Moron! What were you thinking? Do you have a death wish?" Draco yelled when he landed next to Harry.

Weakly, Harry grinned and held out his hand with the Snitch. "Look, Draco, we won."

Draco took a deep breath and prepared himself to shout more, when a hand on his shoulder stopped him.

"Save your energy for later, Draco. Potter needs to go to the Hospital." Snape said softly. "And I have to go and give some detention and reduction of points." He muttered under his breath.

Draco nodded.

"All right, cub, let's get you to the hospital." Remus said softly when he arrived on the field.

Careful not to jostle him around too much, Sirius picked Harry up and walked briskly of the field.

What followed after that, was like a daze for Harry. He vaguely remembered Sirius putting him down on a bed and Pomfrey shoving potions down his throat while scolding him. The Quidditch team came to congratulate him and he was told that he had to spend the night in the hospital wing to heal his four broken ribs.

Draco had brought him a bag with stuff for the night and had proceeded to scold and shout at him for an hour before calming down and making Harry swear he would never do something as stupid as that again. Remus and Sirius had to leave a few hours later, but Draco stayed until visitor hours were over.

Just when he was about to leave and Harry was about to fall asleep, something strange happened. When Draco murmured 'Sleep well' Harry swore he had felt Draco's lips touching his forehead. But that couldn't be because boys didn't do that by their friends, right? Harry fell into an uneasy sleep.

When Harry woke up again, it was still dark. He searched for his wand and casted a Tempus spell. Three thirty.

Thoughts about Draco, the kiss and the Quidditch match made him restless and he decided to go for a walk. He stepped out of bed and was relieved when he didn't feel any pain. He searched through his bag and was surprised to find his invisibility cloak. Draco must have put it in by accident.

He threw the cloak over him and silently made his way out of the hospital wing. His pets weren't with him; they were staying with Remus and Sirius.

He wandered aimlessly around, not paying attention to his surroundings while trying to discover what he truly felt for Draco. Sure, he liked him, but just as a friend, right?

Harry was severely confused and when he finally looked around, he saw that he was standing in a hallway where he never had been before. Everywhere was dust and grime and chairs and desks were lying against the walls. It was clear nobody ever came here.

Just when he was about to go back, a deep smooth male voice asked, "Who is here?"

Quickly, Harry turned around and noticed a portrait. It was of a tall pale man with dark hair and brown eyes, dressed in green robes. He looked very rich.

Harry licked his lips and revealed himself.

The man merely raised an eyebrow.

"Excuse me sir, but who are you?" Harry asked carefully.

The man raised his other eyebrow. "My name is Salazar Slytherin, one of the four Founders of this school. And who might you be, young man?"

AN2: The idea of Salazar as portrait was originally by Janara on fanfiction, who gave me permission to use it in my story.

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