That night, at ten to twelve, Harry headed down to the Quidditch pitch. A dozen people were already there and thankfully, they all had brooms with them.
“Hello everybody! I’m glad to see you brought your brooms!”
“Harry- I mean Professor-” started Dennis, “why are we here?”
“Dennis, don’t call me Professor, we’re friends and it’s weird. We’re here today, because I want all of the houses to be friends.” He looked around. “Yes, even Gryffindor and Slytherin.”
“Harry, That’s impossible! And could I take a picture of you?” He pulled a camera out of his pocket.
“Really Dennis? Right now?”
“Why don’t you take one of all of us when everyone else gets here?”
“That’s a great idea Harry!”
More people were arriving now, they all had brooms.
“Right! Has everybody got brooms?” Asked Harry five minutes when everybody had arrived. A few ‘No’s’ echoed around the place. “I trust you can fid your way to the broom shack? Go on, go get them then. And bring the Quidditch balls with you! Right, Quidditch Captains, next to me please. I want the Gryffindor and Slytherin Captains together and Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw Captains together. Now you are going to pick out your teammates together. And you have to take one person from a different house each time. The two teams are going to have different colored shirts to go over your cloaks so you’ll be able to tell who is on your team and who is not. Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, you choose first.” When everybody had been chosen, he spoke again. “I want you to split your teams into two, one half of the team will play the first half of the game and the second half of the team with play the second part. Everyone understand? Again, I want people from each house in both halves in both teams. When you’ve chosen who is going to play first and play second, I want you to choose one keeper, five beaters, fifteen chasers and three seekers. I will repeat: one keeper, five beaters, fifteen chasers and three seekers for both halves of each team. There will be no points, no winners. We are just having fun. I think we all need it. Both halves will play half an hour each and then, off to bed. If you wish to do this again, I’ll be down here every Friday, same time.”
Harry blew a whistle and the game started. The halves that were playing the second part settled in the rows of seats. When Harry looked over them, he saw that the houses were all mixed up; Gryffindors sat with Hufflepuffs, Slytherins with Ravenclaws… Harry’s heart swelled. He was so happy to see people who had never met, never even glanced at each other, were sitting and chatting and having fun together.
He snapped back to reality and focused on the teams flying above. The Slytherin and Gryffindor’s team were in orange and the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw’s team were in white (Harry had purposely chosen colors that weren’t house colors).
Harry watched Cassandra, Nooly and Lancey for a bit. They were getting better at flying, he thought. He wished he were up in the air, the wind flying threw his hair… He decided that when the students had gone back to bed, he was going to going around the pitch a couple of times. He wasn’t going to Accio his Firebolt because it would wake Draco up, he was just going to have to use an old school broom.
The students trudged up to the castle, all happily tired. He waited for a bit, he didn’t know why; he just did. Bad things often happened to him while flying… Should he really get on one when nobody would find him till morning? Or even afternoon? He would probably have freezed to death by then. He sat down and twiddled the broken sticks, pointing up at all angles. He walked to the middle of the pitch and slid onto the broom but he didn’t take off. He hovered for a bit, went a bit higher, hover, higher, hover, higher. It took him about five minutes to just get up to the hoops. All of a sudden, he shot off, as fats as the broom would take him. He felt free, like there was nothing in the world holding him back. At that moment, he wasn’t a Veela, he wasn’t The Boy Who Lived, he wasn’t Harry. It was just him and the broom. At that moment, nothing in the world mattered. He circled the pitch a dozen ties and came to a stop in the air. He flipped so he was upside down. Blood rushed to his head and he finally had to go the right way up again because he was getting dizzy. He slowly went back to the ground and jumped off before his feet hit the ground. He put the old broom back into the shack and locked it up. He silently walked back up to the castle, thinking he should do that every night.
He walked through the Great Hall and went up to the third floor where his and Draco’s room was. He snuck inside; when he turned around, he saw Draco at the desk, arms crossed and his head resting upon them. Harry gently shook him awake.
“Draco?” He whispered. “Come on off to bed, love.”
“I stayed up for you.” The blond mumbled.
“I can see that.” Harry laid Draco on the bed and quickly got changed into his pyjamas. He slipped into bed and pulled Draco close. He breathed in Draco’s sent; apple shampoo mixed with sweat after a long day. He snuggled down and closed his eyes.
“Night, love.” He whispered although he knew the boy beside him was already asleep. He decided he like that nickname. Love. Draco would like it too, he knew. He took off his glasses, put them on the bedside table and quickly flicked his wand to blow out the low candles. He easily fell asleep.