Disclaimer: Characters not mine. Idea from Set – a challenge involving a 'one-shot with a Slytherin Harry'.
Warnings: Slash and bad language. Not a Draco/Harry (thank God).
Slytherin Mind
"You know, everyone thinks I'm fucking you to make sure you put me on the team," Harry Potter says lazily, lounging back against a black leather sofa and eyeing Marcus Flint over insouciantly.
Marcus Flint smirks as he looks at the third year; looks at the boy three years younger than him who acts with such mocking confidence as he struts around, displaying the green Slytherin badge.
"Aren't you?" he asks, voice containing just that hint of rhetoric to dare Harry to answer otherwise.
"Of course," Harry says, giving him a grin. "That's not the point though, is it? You're supposed to say that I'm a brilliant seeker and you'd put me on the team even if there wasn't a personal reason involved."
"I wouldn't though," Marcus says, enjoying winding the black-haired boy up. "If Draco had offered me sexual favours, I'm sure I would have put him on the team instead."
Harry wrinkles his nose. "That ass?" he asks, and Marcus chokes with laughter at the reminder of the time when Harry somehow managed to transfigure Draco into a donkey.
"Maybe not," Marcus concedes after a moment, recovering from his amusement. He pauses; glances at Harry, a gleam in his dark brown eyes. "At the moment, I'm starting to think your place on the team is far from set in stone though Potter."
Harry grins at him, showing all his teeth. "Should I fuck you to make sure?" he asks, and Marcus manages to keep his face straight.
"I think you should," he tells Harry seriously. There is little talking after that.