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Title: Defying Gravity
Author:
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Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/Pairing: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy
Rating: G
Word Count: 200
Summary: What makes flying interesting? There's Harry Potter, who flies better than anyone, and then there's Draco Malfoy, who cheats better than anyone.
Notes: Just a short flying-centric ficlet. For the
31_days March 3rd prompt: "Your heaving chest."
He was off in the air again, wind whipping through his hair and uniform as he looped the pitch. Heart pounding in his chest, he scanned the grounds and suddenly saw a hint of gold out of the corner of his eyes, near the grassy area by the stands. Without thinking, he pulled his broom down sharply, handle nearly perpendicular to the ground as he let gravity take control –
– only to pull up sharply, adrenalin pumping through his veins, as a green blur cut in dangerously in front of him, blocking his way. Veering sharply to the left, he just managed to avoid a collision. By the time Harry pulled level, the fluttering gold ball had disappeared again.
"You're going down, Potter," a drawling voice cut in, and Harry looked up into the smirking face of one Draco Malfoy. Blond locks were flying loose, so unlike that gelled hairstyle of the Slytherin's youth.
"In your dream, Malfoy." He shot the man who'd become a tentative friend over the years an arrogant grin.
Twenty minutes later, as he caught the snitch and pushed Draco Malfoy into the lake within the same minute, Harry mused that this was why he loved flying.
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Author:
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters/Pairing: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy
Rating: G
Word Count: 200
Summary: What makes flying interesting? There's Harry Potter, who flies better than anyone, and then there's Draco Malfoy, who cheats better than anyone.
Notes: Just a short flying-centric ficlet. For the
He was off in the air again, wind whipping through his hair and uniform as he looped the pitch. Heart pounding in his chest, he scanned the grounds and suddenly saw a hint of gold out of the corner of his eyes, near the grassy area by the stands. Without thinking, he pulled his broom down sharply, handle nearly perpendicular to the ground as he let gravity take control –
– only to pull up sharply, adrenalin pumping through his veins, as a green blur cut in dangerously in front of him, blocking his way. Veering sharply to the left, he just managed to avoid a collision. By the time Harry pulled level, the fluttering gold ball had disappeared again.
"You're going down, Potter," a drawling voice cut in, and Harry looked up into the smirking face of one Draco Malfoy. Blond locks were flying loose, so unlike that gelled hairstyle of the Slytherin's youth.
"In your dream, Malfoy." He shot the man who'd become a tentative friend over the years an arrogant grin.
Twenty minutes later, as he caught the snitch and pushed Draco Malfoy into the lake within the same minute, Harry mused that this was why he loved flying.
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