Quidditch Panic - PG-13
Title: Quidditch Panic
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Actually, yes, I am JK Rowling and I'm wasting my time posting fics on the internet. *guh* No, I lied. Really. Apart from the fact that Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter have currently taken up board inside my brain...I do not own them. Only the sordid little affairs they partake in. Even then, I don't own them completely. Holy dooly, this is making me quite depressed.
Summary: Harry Potter's had an accident...the Harry Potter has fallen off...
Set: After Hogwarts, Quidditch Stadium
Beta: claireydid
Authors Notes: This isn't very long at all, just a drabble that lets me write some commentary. I like the commentary at the Quidditch games in the REAL books...they just make the game so more exhilarating...aaanyhoo. I just want to say to ___ohnoes that I hate it when you're sick. I don't know, I just don't LIKE it. Hmmph.
“That’s Potter! Potter for the Snitch! MERLIN’S BEARD! FEINT, FEINT NO! HE’S WHIPPED AROUND THE TAIL END, HE’S TEARING TOWARDS THE END OF THE PITCH! GODS ABOVE! LOOK AT POTTER FLY! We haven’t seen much of that lately ladies and gentlemen! If you would like to remember, Harry Potter has recently come back from a serious shoulder injury, kept him out of play for two weeks. But it’s wonderful to have him back and playing at his BEST! YES! YES! POTTER’S CLOSING! LILIANO HAS NO CHANCE! HARRY POTTER FOR THE SNITCH! POTTER! POTTER! DIIIIVIIIINNNNGGGGG…MY GOD! HE’S FALLING! SOMEBODY CATCH HIM! SOMEBODY BLOODY CATCH HARRY POTTER! HE’S FALLING! MERLIN’S BEARD! From almost two hundred feet in the air! Harry Potter’s dropping! SHIT! HE’S HIT THE GROUND AND-
But Draco was already running.
When he had seen Harry start to slip off his broom he had stood up. When he had seen Harry actually start to fall he had hexed the two wizards next to him who wouldn’t let him out of his seat. And when he had heard that Harry was still falling he had started to run.
Draco sprinted up the isles of England’s Prime Stadium, his wand arm outstretched, screaming threats at witches and wizards who had stopped mid-isle to watch Harry Potter fall. His mind was blank; he couldn’t seem to be able to think of anything. Only Harry. Only that he needed to get to Harry now.
He bolted across the tops of the stands before skidding down the huge flights of stairs to the base of the pitch. He shoved a very fat wizard out of his way as he continued to race towards the entrance to the actual pitch.
Draco’s heart was hammering madly; he hadn’t run this fast or this continuously since…well, a long time. Screams of the surrounding crowd echoed through his mind and as he wrenched open the door to the change rooms he heard the piercing shrieks of the cheerleaders.
“POTTER’S DOWN! Mediwizards are streaming onto the pitch to see if England’s star Seeker is okay. Why on earth didn’t anybody charm him? Merlin’s beard! ALL MEMBER’S OF THE CROWD. PLEASE GET OFF THE SODDING PITCH! OFF IT YOU MORONS! “
Draco bit his lips hard and tasted slivers of blood on his tongue as he heard that the audience was now on the grounds.
“THE MEDIWIZARDS CAN’T GET THROUGH! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! GET OFF THE DAMN PITCH! Oh! Thank Merlin, the enforcement squad is here. IF YOU DO NOT VACATE THE PITCH WITHIN THE NEXT THIRTY SECONDS THESE WIZARDS ARE PROTECTED BY THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC’S CODE OF SECURITY AND THEY WILL STUN YOU AND BY MERLIN - WHO IS THAT?”
Draco was fighting his way through the throngs of spectators towards the middle of the pitch.
“Get out of my fucking way!” he shouted at two witches who seemed to be standing still and screaming. “Move! You goddamn Mudbl-
He sent a stream of extremely hot sparks at the congregation surrounding the centre circle. People screamed and shuffled out of the way to let this dangerous blonde through them.
“Oh! That’s Draco Malfoy,” Draco heard people all around start to recognise him. “Harry Potter’s Draco Malfoy. Move out the way Karla, let him through1!”
Draco gave a final shove past a particularly heavily set woman and his eyes widen as he took in the crumpled form of his lover.
The Montrose Magpie’s robes had sprawled all the way around him a full circle and his head was thrown painfully to one side. As Draco sprinted over to him, tears started to leak out of his grey eyes as he saw Harry’s shoulder. The usually dark, tanned face was now deathly white. His eyes were closed and his glasses were shattered. His left arm was twisted around all the way behind his back and as Draco knelt down beside the still form, he could see the sharp mound where the shoulder blade had almost split the skin.
“Harry?” Draco murmured, and tears ran down his cheeks as there was no movement from his lover. “Harry!” he said a little louder and he realised the entire congregation behind him was silent. “Please Harry! Please! Wake up!” Draco could feel panic start to rise within him. It washed through his reasoning and he saw his own arms grip Harry’s good shoulder and start to shake it. “Harry! Don’t do this to me! Potter I will -
“Get out of the way!”
Draco felt an enormous shove in his back and he was almost bodily lifted off the ground and slung to one side. Furiously he watched Mediwizards swarm around Harry’s still form and bend low. The crowd behind him was still silent, and he could almost imagine the pale faces all gazing at their hero.
Harry Potter? Fall of a broom? It simply wasn’t heard of! He was the best player in the country. He didn’t just fall. Panic would start to rise within the English supporters. Would he be out again for next month’s World Cup? Not Potter! He was the star!
Draco moved slowly out of the grip of the security wizard and over to the huddle of men around Harry’s body. Small plumes of colour were rising from the centre and the dull, worried mutterings from the Healers set Draco’s teeth on edge.
He slowly manoeuvred his way between the assistants and bit his already cut lip at the sight of Harry face. If it was pale before, it was white now. The dark lashes seemed stark against the ashen colour of the Seeker’s skin.
Several wands were performing complicated movements over Harry’s left shoulder, which still remained as impossibly bent as ever.
“No,”
Draco eyes snapped to Harry’s face again. A tiny sliver of tongue was showing between his parted lips, and the dark lashes were fluttering behind the smashed glasses.
“No,” Harry said again.
The wand stopped moving and the Healer moved his covered head closer to Harry’s face.
“What did you say laddie?”
“I said…ah…no.” Harry’s eyes opened and Draco moved even more forward into the circle of mediwizards.
He felt a surge of warmth slide through his body and his mind seemed to sharpen. He knelt down again and took Harry’s cold hand in his own.
“Why?” Draco asked, ignoring the obvious break in his voice.
Harry’s eyes closed again and Draco’s stomach clenched a little.
“Why Potter?” he said again sharply. “Listen to me! Why should he stop fixing you?” His voice was getting louder now and a little more shrill. “I’ll fix you in a minute if you don’t bloody open your eyes again!”
A faint tinge of colour swept into Harry’s cheeks and the white lips smiled a little.
“You won’t be able to bloody walk again by the time I’m done with you Potter.” Continued Draco, realising what he was doing. “You won’t be able to sit down for a week, let alone fly a sodding broomstick!”
There was a scandalised murmuring titter from the spectators all around them and Draco heard a Mediwizard cough embarrassedly behind him. Draco didn’t look away from Harry’s face.
The tiny slice of tongue was now sliding out to coat the dry lips and the edges of the mouth were quirking slightly.
“I’d like that,”
~~~fin~~~
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Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Actually, yes, I am JK Rowling and I'm wasting my time posting fics on the internet. *guh* No, I lied. Really. Apart from the fact that Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter have currently taken up board inside my brain...I do not own them. Only the sordid little affairs they partake in. Even then, I don't own them completely. Holy dooly, this is making me quite depressed.
Summary: Harry Potter's had an accident...the Harry Potter has fallen off...
Set: After Hogwarts, Quidditch Stadium
Beta: claireydid
Authors Notes: This isn't very long at all, just a drabble that lets me write some commentary. I like the commentary at the Quidditch games in the REAL books...they just make the game so more exhilarating...aaanyhoo. I just want to say to ___ohnoes that I hate it when you're sick. I don't know, I just don't LIKE it. Hmmph.
“That’s Potter! Potter for the Snitch! MERLIN’S BEARD! FEINT, FEINT NO! HE’S WHIPPED AROUND THE TAIL END, HE’S TEARING TOWARDS THE END OF THE PITCH! GODS ABOVE! LOOK AT POTTER FLY! We haven’t seen much of that lately ladies and gentlemen! If you would like to remember, Harry Potter has recently come back from a serious shoulder injury, kept him out of play for two weeks. But it’s wonderful to have him back and playing at his BEST! YES! YES! POTTER’S CLOSING! LILIANO HAS NO CHANCE! HARRY POTTER FOR THE SNITCH! POTTER! POTTER! DIIIIVIIIINNNNGGGGG…MY GOD! HE’S FALLING! SOMEBODY CATCH HIM! SOMEBODY BLOODY CATCH HARRY POTTER! HE’S FALLING! MERLIN’S BEARD! From almost two hundred feet in the air! Harry Potter’s dropping! SHIT! HE’S HIT THE GROUND AND-
But Draco was already running.
When he had seen Harry start to slip off his broom he had stood up. When he had seen Harry actually start to fall he had hexed the two wizards next to him who wouldn’t let him out of his seat. And when he had heard that Harry was still falling he had started to run.
Draco sprinted up the isles of England’s Prime Stadium, his wand arm outstretched, screaming threats at witches and wizards who had stopped mid-isle to watch Harry Potter fall. His mind was blank; he couldn’t seem to be able to think of anything. Only Harry. Only that he needed to get to Harry now.
He bolted across the tops of the stands before skidding down the huge flights of stairs to the base of the pitch. He shoved a very fat wizard out of his way as he continued to race towards the entrance to the actual pitch.
Draco’s heart was hammering madly; he hadn’t run this fast or this continuously since…well, a long time. Screams of the surrounding crowd echoed through his mind and as he wrenched open the door to the change rooms he heard the piercing shrieks of the cheerleaders.
“POTTER’S DOWN! Mediwizards are streaming onto the pitch to see if England’s star Seeker is okay. Why on earth didn’t anybody charm him? Merlin’s beard! ALL MEMBER’S OF THE CROWD. PLEASE GET OFF THE SODDING PITCH! OFF IT YOU MORONS! “
Draco bit his lips hard and tasted slivers of blood on his tongue as he heard that the audience was now on the grounds.
“THE MEDIWIZARDS CAN’T GET THROUGH! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! GET OFF THE DAMN PITCH! Oh! Thank Merlin, the enforcement squad is here. IF YOU DO NOT VACATE THE PITCH WITHIN THE NEXT THIRTY SECONDS THESE WIZARDS ARE PROTECTED BY THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC’S CODE OF SECURITY AND THEY WILL STUN YOU AND BY MERLIN - WHO IS THAT?”
Draco was fighting his way through the throngs of spectators towards the middle of the pitch.
“Get out of my fucking way!” he shouted at two witches who seemed to be standing still and screaming. “Move! You goddamn Mudbl-
He sent a stream of extremely hot sparks at the congregation surrounding the centre circle. People screamed and shuffled out of the way to let this dangerous blonde through them.
“Oh! That’s Draco Malfoy,” Draco heard people all around start to recognise him. “Harry Potter’s Draco Malfoy. Move out the way Karla, let him through1!”
Draco gave a final shove past a particularly heavily set woman and his eyes widen as he took in the crumpled form of his lover.
The Montrose Magpie’s robes had sprawled all the way around him a full circle and his head was thrown painfully to one side. As Draco sprinted over to him, tears started to leak out of his grey eyes as he saw Harry’s shoulder. The usually dark, tanned face was now deathly white. His eyes were closed and his glasses were shattered. His left arm was twisted around all the way behind his back and as Draco knelt down beside the still form, he could see the sharp mound where the shoulder blade had almost split the skin.
“Harry?” Draco murmured, and tears ran down his cheeks as there was no movement from his lover. “Harry!” he said a little louder and he realised the entire congregation behind him was silent. “Please Harry! Please! Wake up!” Draco could feel panic start to rise within him. It washed through his reasoning and he saw his own arms grip Harry’s good shoulder and start to shake it. “Harry! Don’t do this to me! Potter I will -
“Get out of the way!”
Draco felt an enormous shove in his back and he was almost bodily lifted off the ground and slung to one side. Furiously he watched Mediwizards swarm around Harry’s still form and bend low. The crowd behind him was still silent, and he could almost imagine the pale faces all gazing at their hero.
Harry Potter? Fall of a broom? It simply wasn’t heard of! He was the best player in the country. He didn’t just fall. Panic would start to rise within the English supporters. Would he be out again for next month’s World Cup? Not Potter! He was the star!
Draco moved slowly out of the grip of the security wizard and over to the huddle of men around Harry’s body. Small plumes of colour were rising from the centre and the dull, worried mutterings from the Healers set Draco’s teeth on edge.
He slowly manoeuvred his way between the assistants and bit his already cut lip at the sight of Harry face. If it was pale before, it was white now. The dark lashes seemed stark against the ashen colour of the Seeker’s skin.
Several wands were performing complicated movements over Harry’s left shoulder, which still remained as impossibly bent as ever.
“No,”
Draco eyes snapped to Harry’s face again. A tiny sliver of tongue was showing between his parted lips, and the dark lashes were fluttering behind the smashed glasses.
“No,” Harry said again.
The wand stopped moving and the Healer moved his covered head closer to Harry’s face.
“What did you say laddie?”
“I said…ah…no.” Harry’s eyes opened and Draco moved even more forward into the circle of mediwizards.
He felt a surge of warmth slide through his body and his mind seemed to sharpen. He knelt down again and took Harry’s cold hand in his own.
“Why?” Draco asked, ignoring the obvious break in his voice.
Harry’s eyes closed again and Draco’s stomach clenched a little.
“Why Potter?” he said again sharply. “Listen to me! Why should he stop fixing you?” His voice was getting louder now and a little more shrill. “I’ll fix you in a minute if you don’t bloody open your eyes again!”
A faint tinge of colour swept into Harry’s cheeks and the white lips smiled a little.
“You won’t be able to bloody walk again by the time I’m done with you Potter.” Continued Draco, realising what he was doing. “You won’t be able to sit down for a week, let alone fly a sodding broomstick!”
There was a scandalised murmuring titter from the spectators all around them and Draco heard a Mediwizard cough embarrassedly behind him. Draco didn’t look away from Harry’s face.
The tiny slice of tongue was now sliding out to coat the dry lips and the edges of the mouth were quirking slightly.
“I’d like that,”
~~~fin~~~
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