#seeker!draco

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

Some people take Quidditch too seriously

[graymatters]

Do I Make You Cringe?

Draco feels the tickle of the snitch’s wings brush his palm as he shoves his hands deep into the pockets of his robes and saunters towards the tunnel leading off the pitch. The roar of the crowd fades to crackling static as he passes through the unpleasant sting of the security wards surrounding the team’s facilities.

The Falmouth Falcons’ pitch-black quidditch stadium towers threateningly above ground while the teams’ training facilities branch like catacombs below. A pervasive feeling of pins and needles briefly pulses up and down his limbs but disappears as he weaves through the meandering halls towards the press room.

Draco finds his teammates sitting along a table in front of the small gaggle of journalists who were lucky enough to get a press pass. Still on edge from the heat of the match, Draco chooses to lean against the black wall behind the row of quidditch players dressed in dark gray. The atmosphere is lighter than usual, coming off their third straight win, but still holds a characteristic unease that the bastards of the British and Irish Quidditch League can’t shake. The Falcons rarely disappoint to provide material worth a front page byline the following morning.

“Mr. Mayfield, tell us about your strategy as captain heading into this match. How did your team prepare for the Canons?” a thin, middle-aged man asks from the back. Draco is hardly listening. Instead he focuses on smoothing his fingertips over the delicate wings of the snitch attempting to escape his right pocket.

Brandon Mayfield’s lips spread into a nasty grin before he answers, voice raspy from directing his teammates in the pouring rain the last four hours, “Oh, Martin, that’s your name right? Well, Martin, we all started with a song circle this morning. Walsh here played the guitar; Harry is such a beautiful singer, you wouldn’t imagine. And then we had a lovely brunch and hoped the best team won.”

The room is awkwardly quiet except for a few sniggers from the team, amplified by their tampered-down sonorous charms. Mayfield waits patiently, allowing the discomfort to mellow a little longer before continuing, “Ah, didn’t fool you, did I, Martin? Smart man, you are. We slaughtered a goat on the full moon last week, for luck. But, more importantly, we all wake up every day, dedicated to the wise motto that’s been instilled in our hearts by our fearless leader.” He glances over to Coach Callahan, who rolls his eyes and brushes a dripping wet lock of gray hair from his face.

“Let us win, but if we cannot win, let us break a few heads!” Levi Walsh cheers from the middle of the table. He and a few others pound their fists on the table, the noise echoing loudly in the enclosed space. Draco shakes his head, bored by the theatrics.

Harry Potter appears from the dark hallway to lean against the doorway, dropping his bat carelessly to the floor. He’s already discarded his robes, revealing the tight charcoal undershirt that hugs the sharp muscles of his stomach and biceps. Draco, attention captured, nearly releases the snitch. Harry grins wryly at Draco, fully cognizant of Draco’s lingering stare.

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My third entry for @gameofdrarry‘s Drarropoly 2020. 

Many thanks to @ladyedwinya for the beta!!

[yetanotherdrarrylist]

After being papped snogging in the Deptford Chicken Cottage, Harry and Draco agree to an, a, one (!) interview. Of course they pick Lee and Luna's radio show and of course it goes delightfully, horribly wrong.

[yetanotherdrarrylist]

Harry hates being obligated to participate in publicity shots for his Quidditch team. But this time he’s got company – rival Seeker Draco Malfoy, of course!

[vanillasweet]

Au where Draco is a professional seeker. He plays for the Dragons, his own team of past-Death Eaters and outcasts who were discriminated against after the war. He's absolutely reckless in his plays, taking every dive, and risking a bludger to any part of his body just for the snitch. It's not the thrill that keeps him going, but rather the will to prove that he can be something - someone, that he isn't what everyone thinks he is, that he can bleed and get hurt just like everyone else. Harry is a healer because he couldn't stand being on the battlefield anymore. He went through a war with the threat of death at every corner. He still wants to help people, but not by protecting them. He was their savior, their protector for so long that he just wants the same feeling reciprocated. Instead of being an auror, he becomes a healer. Because it's finally time he put his best interests to mind and not the interests of others. He's tired of conforming to what everyone wants and this is his way of expressing his freedom. Harry is the one who the Dragons go to for healing. He's the only healer at St. Mungo's who is willing to service anyone of their status - Death Eaters or previous Death Eaters. It's not that he really minds. Harry is an avid supporter of the Dragons because the team is actually amazing. But not only that, he fought a fucking war, so there could be some equality in the world. He had hoped that some things would change, but apparently not. The thing that he does mind is the fact that Draco fucking Malfoy keeps appearing in his office, battered and completely ravaged by Qudditch. It's gets to the point where Harry believes he should just have a hospital bed just for him and realizes how Madam Pomfrey must have felt. Harry and Draco gradually form a friendship because Harry can't help but get worried that Draco keeps hurling himself into what seems to be imminent death at every chance he gets. This happens for several months before it's Harry that collapses from exhaustion and not Draco. This time it's Draco who takes care of Harry, who tucks him in, and makes sure that he eats. Harry finds what he had wanted all along, to feel cherished and loved, and just safe, and Draco finds that it's not the recognition of the world he wants. It's just the recognition of the one he loves. And in this case, it's Harry Potter.