LbN: Written for TayaCurragh's "Drarry Overdrive" challenge. Prompts were "Heartbeat" "Flying" and "Reading".

The thing about Malfoys, Draco would tell you, was that they were dignified creatures. He didn't hold with raucous behavior. Sure, he whined sometimes, but he was far above being obnoxious and loud. Even after his team had won a Quidditch match. Currently, he was sitting in his room reading Conquest of the Magical Mind: Trials of a Recovering Potions Addict, while the rest of the Dublin Destroyers partied heartily in one of the rooms down the hall. It wasn't that he was a snob…okay, it was a little of that, but mostly it was that he was tired. He had just taken more spiraling dives in one game than he had in the past month and a half. All he wanted now was peace and…

"BODY SHOTS!"

Draco quirked an eyebrow and looked at the wall. "What the hell?" The team was really having a go at it tonight. He glanced at the clock again, wondering what was taking his boyfriend so long….


Harry still preferred flying to Apparation. It had to do with the different feelings associated with both. On a broom, there was a rush as you pushed off the ground, and then you could feel your heartbeat as you raced the wind, and rain in tonight's case. Apparating, you just felt constricted. You couldn't feel your heart beat, or your breath, and there was a moment where you thought that would last. Even after a crippling defeat, he wanted to be in the air. It took longer, but the wind in his ears would drown out the yelling of their captain. Harry finally landed on the balcony of the hotel room. "Party animal," he said, walking into the room.

"Harry!" Draco yelped. "Did you fly? It's raining!"

"I'm fine."

"You're drenched." Draco tossed his book onto the bed and darted into bathroom. He came back into the room carrying four towels. "Clothes off."

Harry gave Draco the cheekiest grin he could manage, and got hit with one of the towels in response. "Fine." A minute later, he stood naked in the middle of the room. "Give me a towel, I'm cold."

Both men jumped as a very drunk Angelina Johnson burst through the door. Draco jumped in front of Harry, but his teammate was too far gone to appreciate Harry's body at that point.

"You comin' to za par-y?" she slurred. "Hey Harry. You can come too!"

"Nah, we're about to go to sleep," Draco said, turning bright red.

"Okay! Good night!" she yelped, slamming the door as she left.

Harry doubled over laughing.

"Not funny," Draco said, smirking. "I don't want anyone else ogling you in all your glory."

"That's your job," Harry said, leaning in to kiss him.

"Did you get a shower already?" Draco asked, trying to stifle a yawn and failing.

"Yes. Post-game cuddles and sleep?"

"Please and thanks."