Harry had had a hard time getting to sleep Saturday night. It wasn't like he was playing in the Quiddich game the next day - it was Hufflepuff versus Ravenclaw, and promised to be a bit boring. Neither of those teams liked to cheat, or use ruses, or whatever the Gryff/Slyth teams decided to name "bending the rules" today.
And when you got right down to it, Harry just liked being on a broom.
No, no - that wasn't it at all. He'd stared out the window, wondering where Snape was. What he was doing. If even Dumbledore didn't really know what he was doing... Anyone could screw up - and Slytherin plots might be more complicated, but that also meant it was easier to cock it up.* It wasn't like Harry was waiting for Snape to return - he knew Snape wouldn't be back that day, and he knew he shouldn't worry over the rotten bastard.
Hadn't stopped him though.
He'd woken before the sun, as usual in the growing winter, for a run. He'd eaten, and now, with his broomstick, he felt... strangely sharp. He'd have said focused, if he was entering battle. This wasn't battle, and so the word changed, somehow. Either way, he was glad that the entire school hadn't shown up - mostly just Gryffindors and Slytherins, and Harry had to wonder if Malfoy and himself had finally managed to convince most of the school that there wouldn't be an all-out brawl in the sky.
Of course, that could be why the Slytherins and Gryffindors had shown up.
If there was a brawl in the sky, there quite well could be one in the stands, as well.
The thought brought a grin to Harry's face, and he launched himself into the air.
Let Malfoy find him already in the sky.
Malfoy followed moments later, out the door and into the sky - before even making it to the pitch. Harry had to wonder why they never did that during Quiddich.
Oh, right, you had to shake the other players' hands.
Be 'good sports.'
This was a LOT more fun! The icy wind buffeted them both, but Harry and Malfoy chased the three Snitches (apparently, unlike Quaffles, you could put as many Snitches in the air as possible, and they didn't interact). It made it a different sort of game, when you had three different targets.
*Also easier to correct, Harry. Oh, but you'd have had to try making one yourself to know that, wouldn't you? Slytherin schemes are more like nets - you can break a strand without catastrophe.
[a/n: on vacationish. If you want to read one of my completed works, I suggest "A subtle scent of oak and onion." or Sanctuary. reviews mean more story!]