{ The blush on Potter’s cheeks did not go amiss to Draco and his grin took on a rather wolfish quality. Shrugging the last bit of his uniform on he grabbed his broom. }
”I think you quite like these sparring matches, don’t worry Potter, I won’t tell.”
{ Draco knew he did. }
[ Harry merely just rolled his eyes, buttoning the front of his robes, taking his time, in hopes that Malfoy would get bored of him not reacting and walk out onto the pitch. ]
[ He really should be out there with his team, working them through the plays, but he was already aggravated at Malfoy’s insistence on torturing him when he was already flustered to begin with. ]
[ He mocks Malfoy’s tone under his breath as he grabs his Firebolt, pointedly avoiding gazing over at the Slytherin area of the locker room as he heads towards the exit. ]
