![]() ![]() ![]() In their previous games Harry had never had the chance to appreciate how elegant a flyer Malfoy was. The Slytherin was casually looping around the pitch, rolling and pitching and dipping this way and that. ![]() ![]() Internally he made the excuse that he needed to adjust his glasses, but really he just wanted to watch Malfoy. Harry had stopped for a moment, just hovering near the hoops. He caught a glint of amusement in Malfoy’s eyes as they raced forward. An answering smirk opened his mouth and he shouted back, “Oh you’re SO on, Malfoy!” The thrill of competition, of simply flying, made Harry’s gut flip with an excitement he hadn’t felt in forever. “C’mon on Potter, that snitch won’t catch itself!” You neednt to overdo it and pretend youve fallen in love with him merely explain that you have settled into the bond, that there were a few problems but youve overcome them, and that will be enough. Harry noticed Malfoy up ahead, smirking back at him, and put on a burst of speed to catch up. 'About the bond, Draco,' Father said, impatient as always with his slowness. These games often seem to be a plot device wherein there is a lot of angst and eventually the boys let loose and have fun and then stuff happens. Summary - Harry and Draco are the victims of a old marriage bonding curse. A lot of the 8th-year-epilogue-what-epilogue-harry/draco fanfics out there have them playing private seeker games, where it’s just them against the snitch (a really good one is Bond by Anna Fugazzi on A03/ff.net). Bond by Anna Fugazzi - This 8th year fic is a classic - again, long and explicit. ![]()
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