Save a Broom, Ride a Seeker
A/N I own nothing in this story or any other that I post. Other than origanal story line, these charecters belong to the Queen, J.K. Rowling. All of the stories in this series will be sex oriented so if that is something that offends you, I'm sure there's something else out there for you.
It was fifteen minutes into the Quidditch cup finals and Harry Potter was sure that he had seen the snitch for the third time. As he leaned into his broom he realized, too late again, that he had been mistaken.
"They really should make hair that color against the rules." Harry steamed as he pulled up on the handle, slowing himself to a hover just above where Draco Malfoy had rested, looking nearly uninterested at the game around him. When the sun hit it just right, Draco's platinum locks nearly always fooled Harry into a nose dive, distracting him from the game at hand. It hung lazily, curtaining the piercing eyes, giving Harry the uneasy feeling that he was being watched. The cheers in the stands began to ascend and Harry looked around to see that Slytherin had scored again.
"Damnit, Potter. Get in the game," a shooting maroon bullet screamed as it shot past. Down by fifty, and trailing farther by the minute, the game was coming down to the two seekers who know floated momentarily past each other in their search.
"Something caught you're eye, Potter?" Draco sneered as he came to a stop parallell to Harry's vibrating firebolt. A surge of confusion shot through Harry as the two woods of their brooms momentarily met before Draco plummeted past him towards the ground. "It's just the vibration." He told himself as he noticed he was becoming less aerodynamic by the second.
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Shortly after the game, as the Slytherin cheers still echoed of the stone walls of the pitch, Harry sat, head in hands, against the back wall of the locker room watching as the others sumberly changed from one uniform to the other. No words would come as to how he had missed the snitch, not once but twice, to fall far behind the Slytherins, losing thier chance at not on the Quidditch, but the house cup as well. Not one of his fellow team-mates seemed to have any words of comfort as they all began to file out silently, leaving Harry and Ron alone in the dressing room.
"It's not you're fault, mate. He must have cheated. You know he always finds a way." Ron droned on and on as he slowly pulled off his robes. After much soul searching, Harry knew he owed his mind an explanation for what had happened out there. Very slowly, he pulled his head up off his knees to watch as Ron's robes hit the floor. Ron's constant whining seemed to distract him from the eyes that now studied his every move.
'Ok. Start with the top.' Harry told himself. It was just Ron. Same old Ron. He had seen that face contort into every shape possible and nothing seemed to change how he looked now. 'His eyes. You noticed his eyes.' Ron had blue eyes too. But that was it. Just blue. Not 'piercing'. Just blue. Moving on. Ron had definatly straingthened up his arms and chest this year. 'He's put a lot of work into Quidditch. His throwing arm has certainly improved.' Good Potter. Good. Totally straight. Ok. Final test.
Harry began to slowly force his eyes farther down as Ron's pants were unzipped. 'It's the only way. You owe it to yourself, Harry.'
"Oi, Harry. You listening mate?" Ron asked, still oblivious that he had just been nearly thouroghly checked out.
"Yeah. Yeah, no. What?" Harry muttered as he stood, doing a quick check to make sure that he wasn't giving away what he was doing. All clear.
"You gonna change or what? We're late for dinner already." Ron asked as he slammed on his mangy sweater over his head.
"Yeah, I'll be right out. I just wanna shower first." Harry said, willing Ron to leave him alone with his eyes before removing his glasses.
"I'll tell Hermione and Ginny you have a headache if that helps mate. You don't have to come to dinner."
"I'm fine, I just want a minute. Could you please?" Harry snapped as he wrestled with the ties on his robes.
The cold, damp air of the shower room hit Harry's skin as he pulled off the sweaty robes and sweater. He turned on the faucet and stuck his hand in to test it before placing both hands on the cold tile and submurging his entire head. The cold water ran down his back, soaking the pants that now clung so tightly to his legs. Harry took in several mouth fulls of water, spitting them out onto the floor as if unable to bring himself to a proper drowning.
"It's only because you've been obsessing over him this year with that stupid map. That's all it is. You're training yourself to look at him through the eyes of an auror. To notice distinctions that set him apart. You noticed the color of his eyes before but even Ron has blue eyes. You had to find what made them different. Crystal, not blue. You always knew he was a blond git, but you had to match it to the color of the snitch to be more discriptive." And what about his ass then, Potter. You afraid they'll ask in a police line up what he looks like running away. His mind mocked him playfully and he noticed that his closest friends had stood at attention as if to ad insult to injury.
As he looked up to wipe the water out of his eyes, he caught a glimpse at the infernal snitch that had elouded his capture just minutes before. He snapped his arm up, easily capturing it's flury of wings in between his fingers, pulling it down to get a proper look of his now mortal enemy.
"Funny thing, distractions. Arn't they. They never come in the form you expect them too." Harry spun around, wiping water out of his eyes, his teeth chattering slightly behind bluing lips, to stare directly into the ice blue eyes he had just been dreading.
"Are you following me, Malfoy?" Harry scanned the room for his robes, suddenly very aware that he was half naked in front of Draco Malfoy, and curious as to why the sudden modesty.
"It sounds like you're the one that's been following me. You think you're some kind of 007 now, Mr. Potter? You better be careful. Some things are better left unseen. Like the fact that your cold shower doesn't appear to be working."
Harry looked down and noticed that his pants seemed to be shrinking in the cold water and he located the nearest towel to wrap around his waist. "The brooms. Well, you know how it is." Harry looked down at the floor, sure that he was blushing underneath his wind blown cheeks.
"Yeah, I know how it is. I've had my share of post game cold showers. But never alone. You could get hypothermia waiting for that to go down." Draco remarked as he looked up from cleaning his nails. "You want some friendly advice?"
Harry's heart was pounding in his ears as Draco sauntered over gracefully from the wall joining Harry in the middle of the shower room before his typical Malfoy sneer backed Harry into the tile behind him covering him once again with a waterfall of liquid ice.
"You shouldn't swim within half an hour of eating." Draco said as he came into the water after Harry, soaking his emerald Quidditch robes against his tightly toned body.
"But, what does that have to do with..." Harry started growing more and more confused with the minute. His body suddenly became very numb that had nothing to do with the cold water. Draco Malfoy had his hands sneakily snaking his way up the inside of Harry's thighs and before Harry had time for any sort of defense, he found himself being fondled roughly by the ice prince.
"Draco, what are you...?" Harry began but was cut short by a electric shock that made his stomache quench.
"I'm giving you you're chance now, golden boy. Do you want me to stop?" Draco asked as he removed his hand from Harry's throbbing member. Harry thought momentarily before shocking himself as well as the boy in front of him by slamming his lips firmly into the smiling lips in front of him. He had never imagined that this moment would happen, that he would want it to happen. The water still streaming down thier dripping hair seemed to warm with the intensity in the room and Harry Potter enjoyed his first taste of a Malfoy.
Taking only a moment to catch his breath, he tried to ask Draco what this all meant, what they were doing, but at the moment he found, it just didn't matter.
"Now, back to my advice..." Draco said as his hands grabbed the shivering waist of his former enemy. The button was easily snapped open and the zipper dropped as Harry's head hit the back of the wall in shock. "This isn't your first time is it?" Draco asked, already well aware of the answer.
"With a guy..."
Draco shook his head as he blew warm air into his own hands. "At all. Don't lie, Harry. I'll know." He rubbed his hands together before gently pulling Harry loose from his boxer briefs.
"I'm not sure about this, Draco." Harry began before taking in a deep breath.
"Don't knock anything before you try it. Trust me. I know what I'm doing." Draco had gently began to stroke Harry's erection. "So, 7's not just a Quidditch number, huh?" His eyebrows peeked in interest. "I'm giving you an out. If you want me to stop, at any time, all you have to do is say 'stop'. Agreed?" He placed his lips over the head of Harry's dick, taking him completly in until Harry felt the back of Draco's throat pulsing against it.
Harry's mouth moved, his throat emitted sounds, but there was nothing close to 'stop' flowing over those trembling lips. As Draco looked up to watch the effects of his work, Harry noticed that his pupils had dialated and his lips were darkening and swollen. Harry leaned forward and bit down on those lips, adding to the swelling as he worried them between his teeth as the animal that had dwelled in Harry's stomach awoke from it's slumber.
"What do you want from me, Malfoy?" Harry's voice had turned into a snarl as he gained control of the new feelings that had overwhelmed him. Harry's pants hit the floor as Draco let go of them to tear at his own robes, his hands shortly joined by Harry's.
"I'm calling you out, Potter. I've seen the way that you look at me in the halls. I'm gonna prove to you that you like me, and that you like guys. But I'm not gonna do it for free. You'll owe me."
"Anything." Harry had lost all logic, thinking only with one head as he stared at the perfect body pressed against his. He had never thought of himself as thin or unattractive until he stood in the wake of the muscular Malfoy.
"Not now. Later. Would you do anything for me?" Draco began to nibble the nape of Harry's neck.
Harry moaned in pain and pleassure as Draco bit into his skin. "Anything."
"Without question?" Draco asked as he grabbed a fistfull of Harry's black mane.
"Whatever you say."
"Say it, Potter. Without question." Draco pulled back on Harry's hair, holding him captive against the tile.
"Without question, Draco."
"It's still, Malfoy, Potter. Let's not get too friendly." Draco pulled his own pants to the ground, revealing his own erection. Draco pulled Harry around him so that they had switched places, Draco now back to the wall. "Damn, I didn't remember that you were that much shorter than me."
"Is that a problem?" Harry asked, compleatly ignorant to these sort of things.
"It doesn't have to be." Draco slid his back down the wall, pulling Harry down with him to lay on the floor.
"You're gonna have to talk me through it...I don't know what to do." Harry began to shake in the intensity of the moment.
"Not scared, are you, Potter?" Draco said as he layed on his back, pulling Harry down on top of him, his legs spead to allow Harry to rest in between them. "You've been with Granger before havn't you? Or Weasley? One of them, anyways?"
"Not exactly..."
"Well, you may not be able to after I knock your bloody socks off. No use anyways. Neither of them will be satisfied now that they've had a Malfoy."
"You've been with Hermione? And Ginny?"
"And Pansy, and Ron, and Millicent, and Blaise, and blah-de-fuckin dah. You didn't think everyone in this school is a fuckin virgin, did you? Now let me continue my favor. Fuck me, Potter." Harry felt himself being pulled into position between Draco's muscular thighs and his breath caught in his chest. "Last moment to be pure." Harry began unintentionally thrusting into Draco's hand, bumping against the taught skin of Draco's ass. Draco bit Harry's chin as he smiled at his impatience. He ran his rigid tongue against Harry's check and thrust it deeply into Harry's ear.
"Welcome to the dark side." Draco stopped holding Harry back as he let him slam roughly into his experienced regions. Harry inhaled sharply at the sudden new sensation. Draco was warm and soft and seemed to be a perfect fit as he molded around Harry's throbing genitals.
"Arch your back, Potter." Draco moaned as he bent his knees, trying to force Harry deeper, his prostate aching to be hit.
"I don't know how..." Harry finally muttered after several seconds of heavy breathing and attempted thrusts. Draco reached up from the sides and grabbed another handful of Harry's hair, forcing his head back and arching his back. Draco's other hand came up, scratching deep red marks in Harry's back as his itch was finally getting reached.
"Give me your hand." Draco demanded, already grabbing at the wanted appendage. He pulled Harry's hand up towards his shivering dick and helped Harry wrap his fingers perfectly around the base of his shaft. Harry's hand awkwardly moved up and down as he was concentrating on his thrust into Draco's center, but only momentarily before a natural talent seemed to flow from his fingertips. In a moment of lost control, Draco began to moan as Harry's strokes and thrusts came in perfect unison. "God, Potter. I knew you'd make a good beater."
"Funnily enough, you're not the first guy to have told me that." Harry chuckled in building confidence. He had never felt this sort of pleasure before, didn't even think it imaginable as their banter became more and more like prayers and heavy breathing. Draco had grabbed the back of Harry's thighs and pulled him deep inside of him with each swing of thier hips, tightening his lips over the begging that would be beneath him. Harry, however, couldn't help but plead for Draco to release the building pressure that burned to explode from his body.
Harry felt a chunk of hair go missing as Draco pulled his head forward to kiss him deeply, knocking thier teeth roughly against each other as they tried to reach deep inside each others throats. Mid-kiss, Harry pulled away as he finally felt released inside Draco, arching deeply and knocking Draco's prostate just hard enough that as Harry felt the burning release from himself, he also felt Draco's warm cum spurt out onto his stomach.
Several moments later, after the sweat and cum had washed down the drains and both boys had awkwardly redressed without more than a sideways glance from Draco, Harry began to realize what had just happend.
"Draco? What have we done?"
"Isn't the question you should be asking, 'When are we going to do that again?'". Draco smirked as he crossed to move the bangs out of Harry's eyes.
"I mean, what do we say to people?" Harry looked up questioning with his jade eyes that had seemed to spark for the first time in his life.
"We don't, love. That's the best part. You said that you'd do anything for me. That's the anything. You don't say a thing. Not to anyone, not to me. Your secrets stay with me," he moved the hair once again as it had fallen back, "and my secrets stay with me. No more following me, no more map. Some things are better left unseen." He smirked as he referenced the cracks that they had left in the tile.
"So, I'm just, what, a one night stand? Just another fuck mark on Draco Malfoy's bed-post." Harry said, swatting the once hated hand out of the way, not wanting it to become something he enjoyed.
"Hold on, I didn't say that. Just because you can't watch me all the time doesn't mean you won't see me around. Believe me, I'll have my eye on you." Draco started to cross the room, picking up his soaked robes as he did. "And besides, we'll always have the locker room."
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