Word Count: ~500
Rating: PG (this part)
Challenge: hp_may_madness 2016 Day #8: speed, need, rug
Author's Notes: Unbeta'd.
Draco's stomach quivered, like hundreds of tiny winged Snitches were flapping madly in his belly. He took a deep breath and stared down at the rug in his room, tracing the swirls with his eyes until his heartbeat calmed and he could control the wild smile that kept trying to creep onto his face. It was only a casual one-on-one match, a little Seekers game between...well, Draco wasn't actually sure what he and Charlie were, but he knew this outing was strictly platonic. Probably.
Charlie was waiting for him on the pitch, his ginger hair already wind-ruffled and sexy as hell. A forest green jumper stretched tight across his broad shoulders and his blue eyes glittered with excitement and challenge as Draco slowly drew closer. His rough, calloused hand was wrapped tight around the worn, wooden handle of one of the school-owned Clean Sweeps. Draco couldn't even bring himself to sneer at the inferior broom—he was too busy staring at the way Charlie's fingers gripped the polished handle and remembering the way the rough pads of Charlie's fingertips had felt wrapped around his cock.
He shivered, though the day was unseasonably warm for autumn.
"Alright there, Draco?"
"Yes, I'm fine. Only wondering if you're ready to lose."
"We'll see about that." Charlie's grin was savage, and Draco felt the burning need to climb him like a tree. Only the knowledge that they were on the very public Quidditch pitch kept Draco in place.
There was a box at Charlie's feet, and he bent down, reaching inside to pull out a glittering Snitch. With a flick of his wrist, the graceful sphere took off with familiar speed. Draco's gaze followed it until he lost it among the dancing rays of sunlight.
Charlie reached down again, this time to pick up another Clean Sweep. He handed it to Draco. "Since you're so talented, I figured you wouldn't mind if we both played on the same brooms. Level out the playing field, so to speak."
Draco narrowed his eyes at Charlie, unable to keep the small wrinkle of distaste from creasing his brow. It was an obvious challenge, but Draco would be damned if he didn't rise to it. He took the broom with a sunny smile, pleased at the almost dazed look in Charlie's eyes when Draco turned the full force of his smile onto him.
"Of course. Whatever you'd like."
"I—" Charlie cleared his throat, blinking hard as he turned away from Draco. "Right. Good. Err, shall we?"
A gust of wind washed over Draco, filling him with a well-remembered rush of adrenaline. He squeezed the broom handle, his stomach swooping with joy as he glanced over at his companion. Charlie looked gorgeous and pink cheeked and just as invigorated as Draco at the chance to play a little competitive Quidditch.