A Little Competition "What are you doing out here Potter?" Draco sneered, landing gracefully on the grassy field of the Quidditch pitch.A Little Competition5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Looking thoroughly disgruntled Harry shifted his broom from one shoulder to the other. He obviously hadn't been expecting Malfoy, or anyone else for that matter, to be up so early in the morning. He especially did not expect anyone to be dressed and practicing before the sun had even properly begun to rise.
"I asked you what you were doing here." Draco reiterated, glaring scornfully at the ebony-haired boy.
"Shut it Malfoy. Isn't obvious? I came here to practice, same as you." Harry snapped.
The Slytherin smirked and shook his wind-blown blond hair out of his eyes. "Wrong Potter. Only unskilled idiots such as yourself need practice. I was merely bored and thought it would be nice to get out of the castle."
"At five in the morning?" Harry asked, eyebrows raised.
Draco flushed angrily and be