Harry was laying in his bed in the Gryffindor common room, staring at the ceiling. He turned to the left side of the bed, than to the right. He couldn´t get comfortable and sleep. He was turning in his bed, for what it felt like, hours. He needed to just do something.
He pushed the covers aside and got up, picked the jumper that he had thrown in the end of his bed before going to bed and dressed it also putting his shoes on. With the marauders map and the invisibility cloak in one hand and his wand in the other Harry left the Gryffindor dorms.
Getting out of the castle at night wasn´t easy but with his recent and serious insomnia issue Harry had mastered that skill.
He knew exactly what he had to do to get to the Quidditch pitch. Quidditch would calm him down.
Harry stopped by the Gryffindor changing rooms to get his broomstick and quickly moved to the Quidditch pitch.
He took out the invisibility cloak and dropped at the edge of the pitch, with his wand and map in his pocket and the broomstick between his knees he was ready to fly.
Suddenly he stopped.
There was someone on the pitch. That pale skin and almost white hair were unmistakable.
Harry walked and started to get closer.
"What are you doing, Malfoy?"
Draco was flying on his broomstick, a few inches from the ground.
"That´s none of your business is it, Potter?"
Harry rolled his eyes.
Draco turned around to face Harry.
"I won´t tell if you don´t tell, Potter."
Harry looked a bit shocked. Usually Malfoy was way more arrogant and wouldn´t miss a chance to put harry in troubles. Sure he also was out when he shouldn´t be but if he really wanted he could just make up an excuse about how he knew Harry was in the pitch an put him into a lot of trouble.
"Whatever, Malfoy. I´m just going to fly around for a bit."
Harry turned around and started to walk away.
Harry turned around to face Draco.
"Do you want to play a little game?"
Draco reached for his pocket and got out a small box.
"What is that? Going to propose to me are you, Malfoy?"
Harry could not resist joking.
"You wish, Potter."
Draco opened the box to reveal a snitch.
Harry smirked and Draco raised an eyebrow.
" So what do you say, Potter? Game on?"
" Game on, Malfoy. Game on."
Draco released the snitch and without warning immediately started flying after it giggling.
" Malfoy! You git!"
Harry quickly started chasing it too and, dispite the trading of insults between the boys, they both had grins on their faces.
They both continued chasing the snitch at high speed, making quick turns and trying to fool the other into going in the wrong direction.
Harry was in one side of the pitch, Malfoy was in the other side facing each other.
Where was the snitch?
Both of the boys were looking around when they looked at the middle of the pitch there was the snitch, right in front of them both.
They made eye contact and faster than the speed of light they started to fly in the snitch direction, one hand on the broomstick, the other in the air ready to catch the little flying ball.
They were so close to catch it. Both of them reached for it and screamed at the same time.
Their hands were together, their finger intertwined and the snitch in the middle of their hands.
The two boys were breathing heavily, their faces inches away.
Harry leaned in, he didn´t knew why, it just felt right, he saw Draco closed his eyes so he closed his too and finally closed the distance between their lips.
Draco pulled back a bit, brushed his lips in Harry´s lightly and then kissed him deepening the kiss.
When he noticed Harry had his arms around his neck and he was holding Harry by the waist.
They finally broke apart and Harry smirked.
"You let go of the snitch, Malfoy."
"So did you, Potter."
"Does it matter?"
Draco leaned in and placed a light kiss on Harry´s lips.
"Of course it does."
Draco flied away fast.
"This time I´m going to catch it first, Potter!"
Harry quickly followed.
"Malfoy, you git!"