okay this is the last one i quit i retire

amaliabones  asked:

congrate on the milestone!!! im so happy for you :D! i was thinking about draco x viktor in a quidditch setting? whenever u can of course! ily thank you!

okay so this is probably not quite the quidditch setting you were envisioning but i hope you like it anyway!

  • draco has to retire from quidditch just half a decade in
  • it’s a sport of innumerable dangers, though mostly these dangers include: accidentally smashing into another player, being pelted by bludgers, falling off one’s broom, being knocked off one’s broom, etc. 
  • and draco has taken a few too many hits too soon; nobody lasts long in professional quidditch, and all he’s taken from it is a new limp, for which he now walks with an eagle-headed cane in an effort to look as regal and elegant as possible
  • but the feeling of emptiness that drew him into quidditch in the first place is still there now that he’s holed back up in malfoy manor again, with nothing to do but read through the family’s dusty books and take up further latin tutelage 
  • macte virtutesic itur adastra,” says the aeneid 
  • when the owl comes, draco doesn’t bother replying before packing his things and arriving at hogwarts; it twinkles in the twilight sunshine, and he finds his way with practised ease to the headmistress’s office
  • “for a year only,” she says, sitting rigidly still whilst draco taps his fingers against the silver of the eagle on his cane, “or possibly longer, if this works out well, we have decided to expand the quidditch program in hogwarts. we would like it to be made accessible to more students, culminating in an exchange program with beauxbatons, and therefore we need more support and tutoring for pupils involved within quidditch”
  • and this is how, somehow, draco malfoy, ex-quidditch star, returns to hogwarts, finding himself sharing a room with similar ex-quidditch star viktor krum
  • viktor is quiet, and neat, and keeps himself to himself: his side of the room is neat and his suitcase unpacks itself, his shirts folding out into drawers and his books sorting themselves onto shelves in alphabetical order
  • “you, too?” draco asks as he sorts his own clothes away - by hand, now, because it takes more time than magic (and passing the time is important to him now that he’s so infernally bored
  • viktor glances up. “i broke bones,” he says, unflinchingly, “too many times”
  • viktor is that kind of sadistic quidditch coach, draco soon discovers, that makes students run countless laps around the field, which allows draco plenty of time to sit and eat his lunch in front of them, making stoic eye contact with sad-looking hufflepuffs as he eats his intricately-made sandwiches 
  • (this is, he supposes, better than when he peered out the window earlier to find oliver wood and marcus flint screaming and hurling bludgers at terrified fleeing students) 
  • (they both take their quidditch training… a little too seriously)
  • “and what part of this is actually helping the students with quidditch?” draco asks; viktor glances over, and in a rare show of emotion, smirks for a whole half-second
  • “no part of it helps,” he says. “they should just learn discipline” 
  • draco laughs
  • that, he can get behind
  • viktor is, indeed, disciplined himself: he’s nothing like pansy or blaise or any of draco’s old slytherin friends, and eats quietly, paying no heed to anyone around him, and when he’s stopped by a student for an autograph, simply smiles politely and bends down to sign one
  • all draco gets, of course, is “are you harry potter’s greatest rival?” 
  • “people remember you,” viktor says later. “that’s important, isn’t it?”
  • and draco has to conclude that, after all he’s done, he supposes being remembered is some kind of strange gratitude 
  • though, as the weeks go past, him and viktor mostly become notorious for working the students hard - but at least, draco hears murmured in the corridor, they don’t try to kill us
  • he finds half the students after one of the flintwood lessons down at the greenhouses, where neville, taken on as a teaching assistant, is dabbing at their wounds with this and that plant
  • “i remember wood,” he’s telling a first year as draco peers through the door, “he was crazy about quidditch. he used to stay up all night coming up with strategies, and he kept coming into our dorm to wake harry up at stupid times in the morning…” 
  • neville glances up, suddenly, sensing draco as he crosses the threshold into the greenhouse; for a brief moment, he looks alarmed before settling back into himself, remembering that he’s twenty-something and chopped off the head of voldemort’s rather threatening snake horcrux and so can most definitely deal with draco malfoy
  • “hi, malfoy,” he says, sending the first year he was treating off with a pat on the back 
  • “hello, longbottom,” draco says tentatively, avoiding any of the plants that look even vaguely carnivorous. “practise that bad, was it?”
  • “apparently so,” neville chuckles. “though your students all come and complain that you make them run too much”
  • “oh, trust me, it’s all viktor’s idea and i find it rather enjoyable to watch them run around for a while,” draco says, eyeing the listening students, who shrink back in alarm at the thought of further running drills. “i wondered if i could speak to you”
  • “i’ll finish up here first, and then we can talk,” neville says, still nervously; he’s quick, though, moving through the battered students with surprising ease that his clumsy hands never used to achieve 
  • they move through to the second greenhouse, where neville feeds a few plants as draco talks
  • “it’s viktor. i think i’m…” he pauses. “slightly enamoured?” 
  • neville glances up. “enamoured?” 
  • “i like him,” draco clarifies
  • “i got that,” says neville. “but - viktor krum? i thought you’d want to go for someone, you know, more like you”
  • “he’s like me,” draco scoffs, “just… quieter. possibly not as rich. but i don’t know how to ask him out - or, merlin, if i should.” he sighs. “this is such a mistake”
  • “not really,” neville says. “if you like him, then i guess, you should.” he crosses his arms for a moment, looking thoughtful. “maybe you should just ask him out. i think he’d like the honesty”
  • draco looks horrified. “what? just ask would you like to go out with me?” neville nods. “absolutely not! how… common”
  • “it’s common because it’s the easiest way to do it,” neville points out. “come on. if you like him, you should at least try. maybe butter him up by shouting at the students so that he doesn’t have to?”
  • draco rolls his eyes, scrunching his hair, but he has to admit-
  • with all his infatuation-
  • longbottom has a point
  • “thank you,” he says. “i think i will try tomorrow”
  • neville smiles. “good luck,” he says, and draco thinks exactly the same to himself