Draco and Open
Draco was still riding the post game high, and it was a feeling he hadn't realized he'd missed this much. He hadn't played Keeper before, but it had been more fun than he'd anticipated. Though to be honest the biggest thrill had been watching Harry take that dive. He'd deny it till the day he died, but even back at school Draco had loved watching Harry fly. Well, maybe he wouldn't deny it anymore. There was no real point in pretending he wasn't enamoured with the man. He could be annoyed at losing the game and extremely turned on by Harry at the same time. He was a multifaceted person after all.
Still, he went through the motions of grumbling to anyone near by. He couldn't let everyone know how horribly sappy he'd become in his old age.