It was a sunny, chilly day in April when one of the most important quidditch matches was about to begin: Slytherin versus Gryffindor. Both houses were determined to win and had been training daily in order to claim the victory. The tension in the hallways of Hogwarts was thicker than trolls snot. Argus Filch had been fairly busy these days, seeing the amount of prank each house had pulled on one another. A certain Slytherin blonde had been extremely embarrassed when the entire Slytherin Quidditch team had worn transparent robes for an entire day; the Weasley twins were extremely offended when someone managed to trick them into eating a Puking Pastille; there was a lot of uproar when a green flag was set on fire in the Great Hall (Dean Thomas had been suspiciously absent for a few evenings after that) and about the entire Gryffindor house spontaneously became Harry's personal bodyguard to protect him from hexes. The Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs decided to bond in order to escape from all this madness. They were glad that the day of the match had finally come and so were the others.

Normally, a Quidditch match caused most students, but certainly not all of them, to watch, but this match wouldn't be normal. Therefore, the castle was empty when Madam Hooch hurried to the Quidditch pitch. She already saw hundreds and hundreds of students sitting in the stands, desperately waiting for the match to start. It'd been a while since there had been a spectacle like this, Madam Hooch thought by herself. She smiled and walked to the box that contained the Quaffle, the Bludgers and the Golden Snitch.
Meanwhile, Harry Potter was nervously pacing around the Gryffindor Changing Room, while the Weasley twins tried to calm him down. "Oh come on Harry, you've basically won all the games we've played. You'll be fine!", George exclaimed. "There's so much pressure. Why the fuck did I become a Seeker?"
"Because you're a good one, come on mate", Fred sighed for the hundredth time. "Now get your head out of your arse and get ready, the game is about to begin!" "Fine", Harry mumbled, although the lump in his throat didn't go away. He snatched his broom, which didn't go very smoothly since his hands were shaking, and flew onto the Quidditch Pitch with the others. He smiled weakly at Fred and George when they stopped in front of Madam Hooch, and concentrated on the commentary that Lee Jordan was giving.

"...And there we've got the Gryffindor team, fully rested and eager to win this match! We've got Johnson, Bell, Spinnet, Weasley and Weasley, Potter and Wood!" The crowd cheered. "And there we've got the Slytherin Quidditch Team." Lee Jordan said this as if his grandmother just died, but that wasn't a big surprise since he was a proud Gryffindor. "This team will be the opponent of Gryffindor. Will they be strong enough to defeat the best team in years? I seriously doubt it." The Slytherins boo'ed loudly, while the Gryffindors cheered again. "Anyway, we've got Flint, Montague, Warrington, Derrick, Bole, Bletchley and Malfoy. Cheers!", he added sarcastically. Professor McGonagall was obviously not happy with that, but she didn't have the time to punish him for that since the match was about to begin.
"Oh, one last note: because this match is such a spectacle, we have added something to make it even better: an enchanted Kiss Cam! This will land on the people that have the most chemistry, and will spice things up a bit. Now lets begin!"
The Quaffle in the sky, the Bludgers already heading to Harry and the Snitch hidden somewhere between the clouds: the game had begun! Harry didn't have the time to think about the Kiss Cam, so he decided to forget about it. He narrowed his eyes and looked for the Snitch: meanwhile he had to dodge a Bludger, and faintly heard Jordan's commentary.
"... And Spinnet has got the Quaffle! She throws it to Bell, and...ohh, a Bludger to her head! That must've hurt! She lifts her thumb, so she's okay, we're glad! And the match continues! The Kiss Cam has still not landed on anyone, although it seems focused on the Quidditch Pitch, it must be one of the players! I'm fairly disappointed that it didn't land on Johnson and me immediately, but I still believe in it! And, that... was a very rude hand sign from Johnson, I did not see that! Flint has got the Quaffle, no, that's Warrington, my bad, and... oh, Bell takes the Quaffle, flies toward the rings and... GOAL! 10 POINTS TO GRYFFINDOR!"
Meanwhile, Harry and Malfoy followed the Snitch with high speed, they were barely centimeters away and of course Malfoy took advantage of that. He tried to push Harry of his broom, but had to fly out of the way because of a Bludger. Furious, he caught up to Harry and raced after the Snitch.

They were both so caught up in the moment, that it took Harry a few seconds and many cheers to realise that the Kiss Cam had landed on him... and Malfoy. He immediately stopped flying and sighed desperately. Why, why oh why, did that stupid thing have to land on him and Malfoy? Why?
Malfoy was so confused by Harry's action that he stopped as well. "The fuck are you doing?!", he yelled above the sound of the cheers of the crowd.
Harry just dryly pointed up at the sky. Malfoy looked up and then he realised.
"Oh god no, definitely not!", he cried.
"Well, I'm not exactly keen on this either, but there's not really a way out, is there?" He quickly flew closer to Draco, and before one of them could hesitate, kissed him hard.
They barely heard the Ooohhh's of the crowd, or anything around them at all. The only thing that existed was them.
Malfoy was completely shocked at first, but then he started to kiss him back. And he didn't even hate it, no, he liked it, for fucks sake!
Harry was as confused as Draco. He never thought he would enjoy kissing his enemy, but hey, it happened and who gave a fuck anyway?
They only parted after a few minutes to catch their breath. Harry looked at Malfoy, smiled, and he smiled back! What was happening?
The moment was ruined when Malfoy sped away on his broom to find the Snitch. "I bet you I'll win, Potter!"
"Oh, you're on, Malfoy!", Harry yelled, and he quickly flew to a gold shiny thing that flew around around the middle hoop. He stretched out his hand, touched the Snitch... together with another hand. He looked next to him and saw Malfoy, who had clutched his fingers around Harry's hand.
"Hey, this isn't fair! I won!" Malfoy screamed. Harry laughed and kissed him again. "I guess we both won something", he smiled against his lips. "I won the Snitch, and you won my heart."