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Harry blinked for a moment, then realized he was gaping like an idiot. He snapped his mouth shut, his cheeks a rosy color from embarrassment.
"I…sorry." Snape sneered, ignoring his apology.
"Clearly you are not familiar with any parts of this ancient and respected tradition, Potter."
Normally Harry would have taken offense from such a comment. But today, feeling completely out of his league, Harry simply shook his head.
"I know that the…suitors each get two hours with me for four months. I have to-to go on dates."
Harry looked away, unable to look Snape in the eye when he said that.
"Dates?" Harry looked back to see Snape raising an eyebrow in bitter amusement. "Yes…I suppose you could call them that.
Dumbledore believes these…dates, will make us more amiable towards each other." As he said this, his lip curled up in a parody of a smile.
Harry couldn't help a little smirk of his own and he could not resist saying,
"He's still hoping after all these years?"
"No fool like an old fool." Snape in agreement. Then he seemed to realize that Harry and he were having a civilized conversation. "Get out Potter. And do not forget to write your responses. I am sure Miss Granger can help you."
He dismissed Harry with a swift wave of his hand and Harry got up, not quite sure what had just happened.
"Malfoy chose Quiditch for your date? But he could kill you up there! One little shove and splat." Harry looked up from his book to glare at Ron.
"Thanks for the moral support. And stop calling it a date. It's a formal courting session.
Besides, McGonagall will be there to make sure nothing happens." Hermione set her essay down, nodding her head firmly.
"Harry, you'll be fine. Just get it over and done with." Harry knew that it didn't matter.
Whatever they said, he had to be in the entrance hall in ten minutes to go on a date with Draco Malfoy, one of the people he hated the most.
He sighed heavily and tossed his book aside and forced himself to stand up.
"See you at dinner." As he was clambering out of the portrait, Hermione called,
"But please don't break any bones, Harry!" Not bolstered by that comment in the slightest, Harry headed towards the Entrance Hall.
"Now Mr. Malfoy, I know that the two of you are extremely competitive with each other, but try to remember that this is the person you are courting and a corpse does not make for a good spouse." Harry stared at McGonagall in amazement. It wasn't like her to be so blunt.
What the hell was this courtship doing to everyone? Harry felt more and more like he was the only sane person in an asylum.
Malfoy smirked darkly, glancing at Harry.
"Oh, don't worry Professor, I'll make sure he can still breathe after this."
This seemed to satisfy McGonagall but it only served to make Harry feel worse.
In only a matter of moments the two young men were airborne, the snitch high above them.
Despite Harry's loathing for Malfoy he couldn't help noticing how much technique the Slytherin actually knew.
In a typical game it had always been about beating the other seeker to almost a pulp in order to catch the snitch.
But without the pressure of points and fans, the two were able to simply enjoy the thrill of getting the snitch.
Two hours later found Harry's hand stretched out to capture the snitch.
He was abut to curl his fingers around it when it shot upwards, zooming away.
Harry frowned in surprise, but didn't really think to wonder about it, as Malfoy was already after the snitch.
As they flew, rain began to stream down upon them, soaking Harry in seconds and fogging up his glasses.
"Malfoy, what the hell did you do to the snitch?" Malfoy called back, his sneer a little out of place,
"I didn't do anything to it! I just modified it for two people." Harry groaned. Malfoy was going to get them killed.
A moment later his glasses were completely fogged over and he couldn't see anything. "Potter, where the hell are you going? Hey, Potter-wait!" Crack. Harry felt something slam into him, sending his broom into a spin. Crack. Harry cried out as the same terrible force slammed into his arm. Then he was falling. He hit the hard earth, the wind completely knocked out of him. "Potter?"
Harry heard very faintly the sound of Malfoy landing beside him.
"Jesus, why in Merlin's name did you fly into the whomping-what happened to your arm?"
Harry forced himself to open his eyes, his vision swimming in and out of focus. He saw Malfoy's pointed face in the corner of his vision.
Then he attempted to move his arm and gave a rather undignified shout of pain.
"I think it's broken." Harry groaned after a moment.
"Really, Potter, what was your first clue?" Harry then heard the vague sound of something being ripped.
He turned his head to look at Malfoy completely and saw that he had torn a large strip of his Quiditch uniform from his arm.
Harry raised an eyebrow at this strange behavior. Was this Malfoy's weird attempt to seduce him?
"Malfoy…what are you doing?" Malfoy rolled his eyes derisively.
"I'm making a brace for your arm, you prat."
He began to tie the fabric around Harry's arm and opposite shoulder, forcing Harry to grit his teeth in order to suppress another cry of pain.
Trying to ignore the pain, Harry looked at Malfoy. His eyes trailed down to the bare arm…the bare arm that was covered with scars and welts.
"Malfoy, what are those?" Malfoy didn't look up from what he was doing, instead simply snapping,
"What is what, Potter?" Harry bit his lip in hesitation for a moment before he said,
"Those…marks on your arm." Malfoy's hands stilled for half a second before he growled,
"They're nothing, Potter." Harry frowned. It wasn't like Malfoy to down play his wounds.
"But they're really bad-"
"I told you to forget about it!" Malfoy pulled the last knot fiercely and stood up swiftly, leaving Harry staring at him in utter confusion.
"I'm sure the two hours are long gone. You know where the castle is. Find your own damned way back there."
Then the pale blonde turned on his heel and strode away. Harry was left on the wet ground, utterly bewildered by what had just transpired.
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