Harry loves Quidditch. Almost nothing broke his attention from finding the snitch. Somehow Draco attempted, and got it at times. Today, Draco had completely taken all of Harry's focus with a couple words.

They shook hands to start the game, but once again Draco pulled him closer. "If you want, stay behind in the washrooms, and I'll join you." Then he let go of his hand and walked away, but not without sending Harry a wink.

Draco's team won. It hadn't mattered as it was a practice game. Too busy thinking over what Draco said, Harry didn't care all that much about losing. What was Harry going to do? Should he stay? Should he leave? Harry wasn't sure.

Entering the change room, Harry took his time. The guys left fairly quickly, and soon Harry saw Draco walk by. He winked again.

"Hey mate, I'm going to head off. Hermione wanted to talk to me. Wish me luck mate," Ron told as he went towards the door.

Harry smiled, "Be careful mate, just watch what you say." Ron waved, and closed the door.

That meant he was alone with Draco.

Turning, he saw Draco pull off his shirt, and it turned into a stretch. Harry got a full show of Draco's back muscles rippling, and moving slowly as Draco stretched. The movements had Harry enraptured.

Glancing behind him, Draco caught Harry's eye, and smirked. Then he walked calmly toward the showers. "Want to join?"

This shocked Harry so badly that he bolted out of the room.

The thing that shocked Harry most was that he realized he did want to join Draco. It scared him though, so he didn't.