2.
Draco hated the summer. Specifically, he hated those Saturday afternoons in June when the Cannons played and Pansy claimed best friend privileges and dragged him along as company.
"Blag him harder, you arse!" Draco winced as Pansy's screech surprised Lewes into dropping the Quaffle. "Argh! The line-up this year is for shit! Dorkins is a fucking idiot. You hear me Dorkins? Fucking idiot!"
"The whole bloody county hears you, Pans." Draco rubbed his ear, trying to soothe the ringing as Pansy's volume rose again.
"Oi! Weasley! Come up here and get a proper seat! Draco, shove over."
And the other reason Draco hated summer clambered up the stairs to their seats, his hair clashing with both his bright orange Cannons shirt and the red Auror robes over his arm, and settled himself between Draco and Pansy. Pansy had been dragging Draco to these things for years- when she and Theo got married, she still insisted Draco be the one to come with her to provide moral support. Even when she invariably pulled Weasley up to sit with her and trade insults at the Cannons manager, she still made Draco come as well. At least the arrival of Weasley meant he had a chance of slipping out early.
"Cheers, Malfoy." Potter squeezed in on Draco's other side. He sat entirely too close, the bench was made to hold three at the most, leaving Draco to press against Weasley or allow Potter to press against him. The regular addition of Potter to this gathering was relatively new. He'd come to the odd game in the past, but he generally ended up staying below in the cheap seats and let Ron come up to sit with Pansy. However since Teddy's birthday, Draco had been running into Potter in the oddest locations.
"Ooooooh! You idiot!"
Draco winced as Pansy shrieked again, not even glancing at the pitch. "Maybe they'll lose quick this time," he muttered.
Potter's chuckle caught him by surprise, used as he was to Pansy ignoring his complaints. "Ten more minutes and they probably won't notice us leaving."
"True. If they lose before I sneak out, I'll likely be fronting Pansy's consolation merlot tab for the evening."
"She still has you paying for that?"
Draco shrugged. "Theo pays me back… usually. Or if her tab gets too high, I drag her to brunch with our mothers."
Potter laughed, a bright sound Draco couldn't remember ever being directed at him before. "You drag your mother into it? That's harsh!"
Draco grinned back, helpless in the wake of Potter's smile. "With Pansy, one needs all the advantages one can get."
"No! Fuck you fucking Dorkins!"
Potter nudged him lightly in the side and leaned in, breath puffing against Draco's neck. "Come on, they won't notice us now."
Sure enough, when Weasley jumped to his feet to continue shouting, he didn't so much as blink when Potter and Draco stood as well and beat a hasty exit to the stairs.
They arrived at the bottom of the stands breathless and laughing from the speed. Draco had a moment to note that Potter's cheeks were flushed and his eyes shining before he was unceremoniously shoved backwards under the stands and into a post. "God, I've been wanting to do this all week…" Then before Draco could ask what the hell he was on about, Potter kissed him.
It wasn't what he expected when Pansy had dragged him out to the game this afternoon. She'd done it any number of times where he didn't end up shoved against a wooden post, splinters catching and pulling his hair, and a hot wet mouth on his, but he thought to himself that this definitely made the afternoon more pleasant. And when Potter's tongue slid into his mouth, familiar for all it was only the second time they'd snogged, he decided that Saturday afternoons weren't bad at all. And when the crowd erupted in shouts once again just as Potter's hand rubbed firmly against his swiftly-hardening prick, he resolved to attend all future Cannons matches.
The sound of his zip effectively derailed his thoughts, and soon Potter's rough hand was squeezing his cock, giving it a couple quick tugs.
"Fuck, not this time." Potter's face was a mask of confusion when Draco pushed him back, but then Draco shoved his own hands into Potter's trousers, fumbling with the button in his haste. "You had all the fun last time. I want to see the goods."
"I had all the fun?" And damn Potter for daring to sound amused, as if Draco let just anyone blow him while he sprawled across his father's desk. Just for that, he gave a sharp tug, and felt the button pop and fly off. "Hey!" At least he shut up when Draco finally finally got his hands on Potter's cock.
It wasn't what Draco had been expecting. Potter being Potter, Draco had half-expected him to have a heroic-sized cock as well; that or for it to be tiny, to counter all that personality and magic and friendship and do-goodish Gryffindorness he had. Instead it was a cock; lovely and wide, but nothing exceptional. It had soft skin over hardness, was hot and thick and solid in his grasp. He ran his hand over it, letting it skate across his palm, before flicking the head lightly with his thumb.
Potter gasped, and Draco was shoved back against the post once again with a grimace that wasn't entirely for show when his head thumped against the wood. Potter nudged Draco's feet apart, leaning in the open space, and pressed their cocks together. Draco had a moment to watch, to see two hands, two cocks, and the familiar slide of one against the other before Potter pulled his chin up and met him in another rough kiss.
It was embarrassingly quick, which he somewhat associated with Potter after the last time. He was clinging to Potter while both their hands worked frantically, when the unmistakable sounds of the Cannons losing yet again filled the air and the post Draco was leaning against began to vibrate as hundreds of fans began making their way down the stairs.
Draco broke away from the kiss and looked up, so he missed Potter's face when his cock began to pulse, and the first burst of warm wetness hit his hand. The fact that Potter was coming, that Potter's cock was in his hand, that he made Potter come was too much, and he was overwhelmed by his own orgasm as Potter's hand tightened around him.
They were hastily fastening their flies, with Potter needing a quick Reparo to his trousers, when the first feet came into view and the crowds began to leave the stands and head to one of the designated Apparition Points. A Scourgify and they blended into the departing fans, until Weasley's familiar voice cut in behind them.
"Can you believe that play Hiddlesworth made? Sitting on his arse all game, flirting at the crowd, only to have the Snitch fly almost right into his hand. Bad luck, that. Cannons can't compete if the Snitch just flies to the other Seeker, can they? They'll win the next one. You'll see."
Pansy's arm wrapped around Draco's, as she made a point to languish dramatically at them all. "I cannot believe I'm agreeing with a Weasley." Her wink belied the words, and she straightened. "Come on, Draco. I need to drown my sorrows."
Draco sighed and allowed himself to be dragged off, ignoring the sound of Potter's laughter behind him.