A/N Okay, here's the sequel to Quidditch Showers, as promised! And I even updated when I said I would…it's a miracle…oh yeah so here it is. Hope you all like it as much as you liked QS!
Oh wait, so I decided I don't want Hermione to join, 'cause I dunno that seems weird to me, so I'm just gonna do some separate scenes like with Hermione/Blaise, Harry/Draco obviously, and maybe another Blaise/Draco/Harry if you guys want it. If some of you really, really want Hermione to join in, then I'll consider making a oneshot sequel with that in it when I'm done with this.
Immersed
Draco woke with the sensation of utter happiness. Except for one thing…
"Harry." He grunted. The raven-haired boy stirred, a faint smile on his lips. "Harry!" he said a bit louder.
"Wha-?" Harry opened his clear green eyes and blinked sleepily from beside him on the bath mat, his head resting on Blaise's thigh.
"You're on my arm!"
"Oh, sorry about that love." Harry shifted so that Draco could pull his arm out from under his shoulder. The blond massaged his arm tenderly to rub the aching, prickly sensation that he got whenever he slept on it wrong and it fell asleep. He eventually sat up and glanced over at Blaise, who hadn't stirred.
"He always was a heavy sleeper." Draco chuckled. Harry lifted an eyebrow and moved to sit up.
"Careful!" Draco warned him, a smirk beginning to appear on his smooth lips. "We don't want to wake him…that way."
Harry copied Draco's smirk and sat up slowly, making sure not to jostle Blaise's leg. He stood up gingerly off of the bath mat and winced as he stretched out his sore muscles. He held out a hand to help Draco up.
"That is the last time I have sex in the showers and then fall asleep outside of them. And I think we missed dinner."
"Well it better not be the last time you have sex in the shower, though." Draco looked slightly panicked. Harry laughed and reassured his boyfriend that he would never think of such a thing. "Good. And I don't know if we missed dinner. It's Saturday, so that means dinner lasts until eight. Tempus." He muttered, several numbers appearing in front of him. "It's only 6:42. Finite Incantatum." The numbers disappeared.
"We have until 7:30 if we want to have a decent dinner, then." Harry grinned. "Are you up to it?"
"What kind of question is that?"
Harry's grin widened. "Let's go." They crept up next to Blaise.
"He'll sleep through almost anything." Draco said.
"Then why did I have to be careful when I moved?"
"Better safe than sorry!"
Harry rolled his eyes and moved to kneel between Blaise's slightly spread legs. He gently lifted them up and bent them so that he could hook them around his neck. This position left his tight hole exposed to Draco, who kneeled next to Harry and gently slid a magically lubricated finger into it. Blaise didn't even stir. Harry chuckled lowly and began to slid his hands up and down the dark Slytherin's limp cock. As they concentrated on putting as much sensation as they could into their actions, Blaise stirred, his cock coming to full hardness.
Draco and Harry grinned at each other and increased their efforts until Blaise was squirming and writhing in his sleep, moaning loudly. Still he didn't wake, and Harry was getting frustrated. Draco saw this and pulled his fingers out of Blaise's hole so that Harry could slide his cock in. The minute he began thrusting in and out, Blaise opened his eyes and widened them when he saw Harry pumping inside him.
"Holy shit!" He was wide awake in a second, scrambling to lift himself up on his elbows so he could see where Draco was.
Harry smirked. "How's this for a wake-up call?"
Blaise gasped, gritting his teeth as Harry hit his pleasure spot. "I could deal with this more often." He managed, clenching his eyes shut.
Harry nodded to Draco, who began preparing Harry's tight hole with his fingers. Harry stopped thrusting in order to keep himself from cumming too soon. Draco positioned himself behind Harry's round ass and thrust in, causing Harry to groan and begin to pant. Blaise moaned wantonly and thrust his hips up. Draco started to pound into Harry. Harry's cock slammed into Blaise's hole as a result and hit his prostate. Draco angled himself to hit Harry's own prostate and Harry clenched his eyes shut in pleasure.
"Oh gods Draco…" Harry moaned loudly, tossing his head back. Draco marveled at the sight his boyfriend made, his tan face falling against his shoulder, glowing with a light sheen of sweat. He thrust harder, groaning at the sound of his balls slapping against Harry's arse.
"Harder Potter!" Blaise squeezed his back muscles around Harry's cock. Harry gasped and adjusted himself to Draco's rhythm so that whenever he pulled out of Blaise, Draco's cock thrust deep into him.
"Oh…Merlin, Harry…uhhh you're so tight. I'm gonna cum soon!" Draco trembled as his orgasm threatened to overtake him.
"Do it! I want to cum with you!" Harry felt his balls tighten.
Blaise desperately rubbed his cock between Harry's stomach and his own. The next thing he knew he was cumming, shooting his cum all over Harry's stomach and chest. His muscles clenched around Harry's, making him erupt immediately, filling Blaise with his hot seed. Draco shouted as he shot his cum into Harry. He pulled out of Harry and Harry pulled out of Blaise and they lay down on the ground for a few seconds. Harry smiled contently as Draco began to lap up the cum seeping out of his hole. They performed a cleaning charm and then shakily stood up.
"I've got to get back to "Mione." Blaise grinned. "If I'm always gone for this long, she might not let me do this ever again."
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Then what are you waiting for? Put some clothes on and get out of here!"
Blaise rolled his eyes and muttered a spell that would give him a fresh pair of clothes. "Let's go."
"We'll be right there. Meet you upstairs in the Great Hall." Harry told him, looking intensely at Draco, who cocked his head to the side.
"Alright. Later." Blaise practically ran out the door, eager to see his girlfriend. Harry chuckled at how Blaise could go from fucking two other boys to being a romantic, charming, and sweet boyfriend.
"What's the matter Harry?" Draco asked, wrapping his arms around the dark-haired teen and remembering the troubled look he had had a minute ago.
"Nothing, really. It's just…" Harry sighed. "I like the sex…but I didn't realize how much it feels like cheating on you. Even though you're there with me."
"I have to admit, I don't like sharing you with anyone, either. But it felt great."
"But it just feels wrong. It makes me feel like we're only together to have a great fuck. I know it was my idea but…"
"Hey." Draco cupped Harry's smooth cheek in his hands, stroking his lips and jawbone with his thumb. "I love you. If it makes you feel better, we don't ever have to do it again."
Harry's smile shone like the sun, dazzling Draco until he felt like he would die unless he kissed him right then. Harry read the look in his eyes and pressed his lips chastely against Draco's.
"I love you too." He replied when they pulled apart. "Thanks for understanding. I felt like such an idiot for suggesting that and then asking to not do it again."
"Don't worry about it. It's nice having you all to myself again. I want a relationship deeper than sex. Although that's a definite perk."
Harry laughed. "Come on, you dolt. Let's go eat, I'm starving."
"Just a sec. We're missing something important."
Harry looked at him quizzically. Draco looked down pointedly at their naked bodies pressed together. "Clothes."
Minutes later they were dashing up the stairs to make it into the Great Hall before dinner ended.
"Seven-thirty." Draco commented when they entered. 'Right on time. That was record fucking, right there."
Harry nudged him. "Don't say that so loud!" He hissed. Draco chuckled at his lover's discomfort.
"Sorry." He said unapologetically. "Sit with me today?"
Harry cast a look over at the Gryffindor table where Blaise and Hermione sat engaged in an intense-looking conversation, then over at the Slytherin table where Ron and Pansy were sitting together awkwardly. "Sure. Looks like our friends need a little encouragement anyways."
They headed over to the Slytherin table and sat across from Ron and Pansy, who were holding a halting conversation about the weather.
"Oh for Merlin's sake!" Draco said as he helped himself to a spoonful of mashed potatoes. "You two are dating now. So either find something to talk about, or shut up and go shag somewhere else!"
Ron blushed furiously and Pansy uncharacteristically dipped her head down and refused to look up.
"Draco!" Harry admonished. "What Draco means is you shouldn't feel so uncomfortable around each other. Just relax."
"No, what Draco means is, find something to talk about, or shut up and go shag somewhere else." Draco smirked as Ron's blush deepened and Pansy shifted in her seat. "Come on Pansy, we all know you're normally the type that never shuts up. What's wrong? Weasel got your tongue?" He chuckled at his own joke. Pansy looked up with a deadly glare on her face. Draco's smile disappeared.
"Shut up!" She growled. "Don't call him that."
Ron looked sideways at her. Suddenly determination crossed his face and he turned all the way around so that he was facing her, straddling his seat.
"Pansy?"
"Yeah?" She turned around to look at him and their lips met in a searing kiss. They broke apart, flushed but happy looking. "Oh."
"There we go. Now can we eat?" Draco's smile reappeared now that he was sure Pansy wouldn't kill him.
After dinner they went up to Draco's room where they lay on the bed together, chatting softly about their lives, getting to know each other a little better.
"I feel like I've wasted so much time with you, fighting for so long." Harry lay on his side stroking Draco's hair while Draco lay with his back pressed against Harry's chest, one of Harry's legs draped over him comfortably.
"I know, love. Me too."
"Draco?"
"Hmmm?" Draco mumbled lazily.
"I want to do something for you tomorrow."
Draco rolled over, Harry's tone spiking his curiosity. "Like what?"
"It's a surprise. Is…is that okay?" His voice wavered unsurely.
Draco propped his head up on his shoulder. "Of course it is! Harry…of course. Why wouldn't it be?"
"Because…I don't know it just seems too good to be true." He touched Draco's forehead and Draco closed his eyes. Harry slid his fingers softly down to touch his pale eyebrows and brush lovingly over his closed eyelids. "You're so beautiful."
Draco sighed. "I don't deserve this. I don't deserve you. You are too good to me."
"What?" Harry's hand paused. "Draco…"
"You deserve someone who can worship you. Someone who is as perfect as you are." Draco interrupted, voicing his own insecurities.
"Draco!" He took Draco's chin firmly in his strong fingers. "Look at me!" He ordered. "Listen to me. I love you. I only love you, and I will only ever love you. You are perfect. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. From the rival who made me feel passionate anger when I wasn't sure I could feel anything anymore, to the best friend who comforted me and helped me to learn to have fun again, to the best boyfriend I could ever hope to have, you have always been there for me. And I will always be there for you. If you'll let me. If anything, I don't deserve you. You are too good for me."
Draco felt his lips tremble and a tear slid silently down his cheek. Harry kissed it away. "Why are you so good to me?"
"Didn't you hear anything I just said?" Harry demanded. A smile tugged at the corners of Draco's mouth.
"I did. I just can't believe it." The blond admitted.
"Well come with me tomorrow and I'll prove it to you." Harry promised.
"Okay." Draco whispered, pressing his face against Harry's warm chest contently. They fell asleep in that position, wrapped protectively around each other. Each boy had a smile on his face the entire night, dreaming of their future together.
A/N Alright so I know that went from smut to fluff real fast but I just felt kinda sappy and I want Draco and Harry to have a good relationship that's not just based on sex. But don't worry, there will be plenty of that too. Review, the next chapter is coming soon!
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