Harry had puttered around the kitchen as Draco spoke, and was half way through chopping his second onion when the other asked a question. Harry had turned a few moments before the other eventually finished his sentence, and he was unable to keep a smile off his lips as Draco hesitated.<br/>"If we win the next match we've qualified to nationals," he offered softly, slightly surprised and humoured by the fact that Draco didn't know; Chad had doubtingly told Draco that at least a dozen times.<br/>"Next game's state finals," Harry continued, once again turning his attention to the onions on his chopping board. "- and yeah, it's looking really good."