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Harry shot a smirk across the pitch, though he was sure Draco couldn't see it. At first, both of them—and Ron—had been worried that 8th Years wouldn't be allowed to play. But after the war, the population of the school had nearly been cut in half—many of the older children had also finished their education elsewhere in the two years it took to rebuild—so Minerva had happily let them take up their old positions on the team.
Now, they were finally pitted against each other once more, in the final match of the year. When they started, Harry honestly wasn't sure which one of them would win this time. But now, as he tracked the little golden orb five meters in front of him while Draco circled the far side of the pitch, Harry grinned. Sorry, Dragon.
The last two years had been…a lot, for both of them, but somehow they'd found their way to each other. Even their friends had started mingling—hell, Theo was set to stand up with Harry, Neville, and Ron's brothers at Ron and Hermione's wedding next year. Through the trials, and the rebuilding of Hogwarts, and everyone's recovery, things had shifted. Draco and Narcissa had moved in with Harry, Andy and Teddy as soon as the trials were done, leaving Lucius to rot in Azkaban, and that had been that.
"Daydreaming again, Potter?" Draco's voice—now lacking the bite that it used to have once—shook him from his thoughts and the raven-haired young man rolled his eyes, grinning at his boyfriend.
"Oh shut up. Like you're any better these days!" Harry hollered back with a chuckle.
"At least I'm not drifting off in the middle of Quidditch!"
"Are you two gonna sit there and flirt or is someone gonna find the bloody snitch?" Ginny yelled teasingly from a few meters away.
"You spent half the Ravenclaw game flirting with Luna, and she was in the stands!" Harry shot back with a grin. "At least my boyfriend's on the pitch with me!" He added, laughing when Gin just rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at them.
Just then, a flash of gold caught his eye and he shot his boyfriend a smirk right before he took off in the opposite direction of the snitch. Just as he figured the blond would, Draco followed after him. Harry grinned to himself as he led Draco on a chase around the pitch, keeping his eyes open for another flash of gold.
When he found it again, he shot a grin over his shoulder and took off. It was time to end this anyway.
Of course, Draco seemed to pick up that this was the real thing this time, and before long, the two young men were shoulder to shoulder, racing through the air. They jostled each other playfully now, no trace of the vitriol that once was. Harry could hear everyone in the stands cheering, and even their teammates had paused in everything else to watch them fight for the snitch.
The two of them shared a look as they rounded the far end of the pitch and Harry lifted a brow in silent query. Draco smirked as he dipped his head in a quick nod. Time to give them a show.
Harry rolled sideways on his broom, taking a sharp turn while Draco sped forward before doubling back. The two of them dove towards the ground, Draco hot on Harry's tail, until Harry pulled up short and Draco had to roll his broom to dodge him. They shared another grin as they heard the crowd around them react, and then Draco shot for the sky, leaving Harry to chase after him.
"What did I say about the flirting?!" Ginny hollered.
Draco glanced over his shoulder and Harry smirked at him. Then, he took his boyfriend's moment of distraction to shoot past him, hand outstretched. He laughed into the wind as he heard Draco curse behind him. A few seconds later, his hand closed around the snitch.
"What were you saying about the flirting being bad, Gin?" he called to the redhead as she and Ron led the rest of the team over. Draco glared at him, but the upward twitch of his lips told Harry he was fighting a smile.
"Okay, it's different when you use it to our advantage," Ginny conceded with a grin, shooting a smirk at the blond. Draco narrowed his eyes at her, but Harry just chuckled and brought his broom close enough to Draco's that he could pull the blond closer. Draco leaned into him easily, and Harry smiled as he kissed his boyfriend.
"Lighten up, Draco, you're still invited to the party," he murmured playfully against the blonde's lips.
"You mean you'll drag me along to suffer through Gryffindor's bloody ridiculous celebrations," Draco grumbled, though his tone was fond.
In the end, it wasn't just Draco that joined the Gryffindors for the party—held in the Room of Requirement this time, instead of Gryffindor tower, much to Draco's relief. Theo, Blaise, Pansy, Daphne, and Astoria all joined the party, along with Luna and Padma from Ravenclaw, and Hannah, Justin and Susan from Hufflepuff.
The group partied for hours, laughing and cheering and drinking. Harry grinned and laughed and cheered with his team, dragging Draco around the room with him, arm slung over the blond's shoulders. Draco allowed it with minimal complaint, mostly just in jest and mock misery.
"I can't believe I let you drag me to another bloody Gryffindor party," Draco muttered with a pout that made Harry laugh and kiss the side of Draco's head.
"Oh shut up, you know you love it!" Harry countered happily.
"I'm surrounded by imbeciles!" Draco whined.
"You're surrounded by winners, Blondie," Ginny replied from her spot curled up on the couch with her girlfriend before Harry could, making the entire room erupt into drunken laughter. Even Draco laughed as he shot the redhead a dirty look.
"Sure I am, She-weasel. More like surrounded by cheaters," Draco retorted, turning his mock glare on Harry, who just smirked and kissed the blond. The nicknames now were just that—nicknames—and no longer held any heat from anyone. Though, it was mostly only Ginny and Ron that still tossed names around with Draco. Harry was pretty sure that would never change, even though their relationships had. But the important thing was that those relationships had changed, and were continuing to change as they all healed and matured. The war had torn them all to pieces, but slowly and surely, they were putting those pieces back together.