Though Harry’s Hogwarts Quidditch career had existed in his consciousness until rather recently, finding that it had often been brought up when Ginny had first gone to play professionally, it had really been years since he had thought about Lucius Malfoy’s attempt of meddling with the games.<br/>It made him smile, finding the memory oddly pleasant.<br/>“Yeah, well,” Harry dragged airily, no real point to it except to win time. They had made their way around the garden, the white roof of the gazebo peering up between the bushes. It had caught Harry’s attention, having to actively turn his gaze back onto Draco to finish the sentiment.<br/>He couldn’t help but grin, a flash of juvenile competitiveness in his expression.<br/>“Unfortunately I was also quite good.”