Draco was sitting outside on a pleasant hot summer day. Nearby him, Harry was practicing Quidditch. The Snitch flew over to Draco. "Oi Malfoy! Catch it for me, eh?" Harry asked.

"Here you go, Potter." Draco said, handing the Snitch to Harry.

"Thanks." Harry said, grabbing the Snitch but when he did, he and Draco's fingers touched. "Oh...s-sorry." Harry stuttered, blushing slightly.

"It's fine." Said Draco, blushing slightly as well.

For the rest of that match, Harry couldn't focus, he had someone on his mind and that person was Draco.

Draco couldn't relax again after that, Harry kept crossing his mind. Why though? 'That's a stupid question, Draco! You know why!' Draco thought to himself, laying down again.

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