Harry waited impatiently behind wooden doors. He listened to the low rumble of the crowd in the stands above as butterflies danced in his stomach. While being nervous before a Quidditch match wasn't uncommon, pre-game jitters weren't to blame for Harry's nerves. This was his first game against Slytherin since he and Draco began their secret affair. Quidditch matches were usually Draco's favorite time to subordinate Harry through various embarrassing means. Harry honestly didn't know if this match would be any different. Draco might feel differently about him now than the last time they competed, but would he feel comfortable deviating from his bully persona for a whole game? Harry would know in a matter of minutes.
His fellow Gryffindors milled around eagerly for the okay to enter the stadium. Harry's eyes fell upon Ron. Their friendship had cooled at the same rate he and Ginny's relationship fizzled out. They had yet to officially break up, but they hadn't spent real time together in several weeks and Harry couldn't even remember the last time they had sex.
Ron gave him a cordial smile as a teammate, but not as a friend. Harry returned the pleasantry. He hoped not to fully lose Ron's friendship, it had been so important to his sanity over the tribulations of the past years, but Harry had to admit if losing Ron meant being able to fully devote himself to Draco, it might not be too unfortunate. Harry slammed the breaks on this thought, as he had to often, reminding himself Draco would never date him openly. He also had to admit part of the reason the sex was so hot was due to the forbidden nature of it. It was their secret, their shared passion and no one had tainted it yet with questions or judgment.
At last the double doors flung open and all at once the team had mounted their brooms and were hovering above the field. As they waited for the balls to be release Harry allowed himself to peak at the opposition. Soon he met the gray eyes of his lover. Draco gave a smile so slight, no one but Harry could have noticed. That was all he needed, a slight acknowledgement just for him.
The crowd erupted as the balls burst into the air and the players scrambled to their positions. Harry began a leisurely pursuit of the snitch around the stadium. He noticed Ginny and Hermione in the crowd. Ginny was cheering, but Harry could tell her heart wasn't in it. He was so consumed by his newfound lust he barely stopped to think about Ginny's feelings.
Just as the guilt began to flood into Harry's blood stream, he was nearly knocked off his broom by a speeding bludger. Harry had to stop daydreaming or he was definitely going to lose and possibly be dismounted from his broom.
He rejoined the game with newfound determination. He made a big sweep around the perimeter of the field, dodging several bludgers and trying his best to avoid the streak of silver on the other side of the stadium. If they at least didn't acknowledge each other, maybe that would suffice for the appearance of an ongoing feud.
Faster than lightening tears apart the sky, the familiar whizzing sound of the near-invisible snitch raced past Harry's left ear. Trying to keep the most convincing poker face possible, Harry lazily switched directions towards the faint sound of the winged sphere. But it was too late. The gasp from the crowd and the screaming from the Slytherin team had Draco on the same pursuit mere seconds after Harry.
As was usually in their games, Harry and Draco flew at inhumane speed side-by-side after the snitch as the rest of the players slowed to a snails pace, holding their breath to see which Seeker would prevail. A flash of gold in either direction made them maneuver in perfect synchronization. The untrained eye might have thought it was a complicated exotic dance.
Intuitively Harry swiped at the seemingly empty air to his right, making a fist. The entire stadium fell absolutely silent. Grasping the snitch between him thumb and pointer finger, he showed it off to the crowd.
Draco shot Harry a split second wink before beginning a terrible kicking tantrum for his expectant fans. Harry had to laugh at his truly superb acting. He reveled in being the only one to know the actors secret.
The game was called as the enthusiasm in the crowd reached its breaking point. Harry's teammates slapped him on the back in congratulations. After a victory lap around the stadium, Harry let the snitch go and slowly descended to the ground. As he began the customary walk to the locker room he couldn't believe his luck. Draco hadn't stunned him or knocked him off his broom once. He even seemed to take pride in Harry's victory. Was it so crazy to picture them as a real couple in a few years, when school prejudices and Hogwarts walls didn't confine them?
Harry's heart stung with unanswered longing. He knew bringing this up to Draco would scare him off and the one thing Harry would not risk was the end to the most exciting sex he had ever had. So he would stuff the feeling deep into the recesses of his brain, and let lust overcome him instead.
As he entered the locker room, the other players were in various states of dress and cleanliness. He went to his locker to get his soap and shampoo for the shower. He walked over to the open showers, happy to let the warm water cleanse him of the aching thoughts still plaguing him.
He must have needed a lot of cleansing, because when he walked back to the lockers, everyone else had already left. Harry was glad to dress without an audience. Draco had got a bit rough during their last rendezvous, and he didn't want the other boys to see the teeth-shaped bruise on his left buttock.
Just as he made managed to pull up his boxers past his damp legs, he heard the locker room door open. He didn't think to look up, since the minds of hormonal teenagers frequently forgot one thing or another in the haste of leaving. But the figure now dominating his peripheral vision was not one familiar to him in this room. He looked up, praying it was who he thought it was.
Before his eyes had time to register the identity of the man in front of him, he was already flush against his dripping wet body, fingertips clutching his damp hair, tongue plunging into his welcoming mouth.
In an abandoned Gryffindor locker room? Draco was never one to disappoint when it came to dangerous spontaneity. Harry found himself flattened against his locker by Draco's unleashed passion. Feeling like he had been stabbed through the chest, Draco suddenly pulled away. Harry thought he might collapse, both from the lack of support and the light-headedness that usually came from all the blood rushing from his brain to his throbbing cock.
"Boxers off. Back in the shower." Draco was already walking towards the shower when Harry had finally mustered the energy to tell his body to perform the proper functions Draco had just commanded. He cautiously walked towards the sound of running water, careful not to faint from the unrelenting dizziness. Turning the corner, he saw the bare-naked wizard being drenched with steaming water. He pale skin was almost glowing with breathtaking translucence. Harry had to stop himself from coming right there at the sight of the statue only meters from him.
Sensing he wasn't alone, Draco coyly turned his head to look back at his admirer.
"What the fuck are you waiting for, Potter?" He asked.
Harry nearly slipped on the wet floor from sprinting to Draco so quickly. Luckily Draco's reflexes were flawless, and he caught the clumsier Harry before he began falling.
Now in Draco's strong arms, Harry felt saved, in more ways than one. Grasping his face firmly in his hands, Draco brought Harry's lips to his. After a few warm, innocent kisses, Draco couldn't control himself. He forced his tongue into Harry's warm mouth. Harry's knees buckled. He loved when Draco's testosterone boiled over into the sensual aggression he had grown accustomed to.
He began stroking Draco's slippery but rock solid cock as his tongue teased and encircled Harry's. Harry was doing his own bit of teasing. He was caressing Draco at an agonizingly slow pace. Draco's nails dug into Harry's shoulders. He couldn't take a second more of it.
Harry smirked to himself and gradually increased his speed. Draco dropped his head to Harry's shoulder, biting into Harry's wet flesh as his grasp tightened and speed increased even more.
Harry loved the delicious pain of his skin being pinched between Draco's teeth. Draco couldn't get enough of the taste of Harry's fragile skin in his mouth.
When Draco could feel the familiar burn begin to overpower him, he slipped Harry's hand from his protesting loins and faithfully dropped to his knees. He quickly attended to his throbbing cock with a slow, firm stroke. He looked up at Harry's eyes now black with near-primal lust. The warm water fell atop Draco's silver locks, dripping onto Harry's pounding erection. Unable to wait another second, Draco devoured Harry in one luxurious slide down his throat. Harry shivered with indescribable pleasure. Never had he felt more at home than inside Draco's inviting mouth. Excruciatingly confining but blissfully warm. Draco's tongue worked magic. Rolling over his head before a slow lick from the base of his shaft back up to his most sensitive nerves. He blew cool air over Harry's pulsating member, shooting a satisfying chill up Harry's spine and causing him to shudder and attempt to clutch at the nearby slippery wall.
Draco smiled a contented smile and took him once more. His throat muscles contracting around Harry, he let out the broken moan that meant he was close to filling Draco's waiting mouth. Harry kicked at the ground and thrashed at the skin on Draco's back. The searing tidal wave of pleasure began its ascent up Harry's spine.
Harry let out a pained moan as he spilled down Draco's throat. He swallowed Harry's essence with ease, licking his lips once Harry was completely drained.
Exhausted from experiencing pure bliss, Harry too dropped to his knees. He kissed Draco deeply, feeling his heart race, not with lust but something entirely different. Draco lovingly pushed Harry's damp hair away from his eyes, pushing the wizard back slightly to get a full look at him. Draco felt something, too. Something he immediately rejected. He was Draco Malfoy. He didn't experience such inferior feelings as love.
Harry's finger traced the side of Draco's dripping wet cheek. He gave him another long kiss before turning around and dropping to the floor. He knew Draco hadn't finished, and that just wouldn't do.
Draco leaned over Harry, kissing from the nape of Harry's neck down his slick back. Draco grasped Harry's hips and slowly entered him, gently forcing himself past Harry's clenched ring of muscles. Harry let out a low groan of stinging gratification. Nothing could top the sensation of being confided inside of Harry. So inviting yet so reluctant.
He continued to thrust inside Harry, slowly at first, then mind-numbingly fast when he was sure Harry could endure it. He felt himself falling for Harry. He absolutely hated the idea of needing another human being. He was Draco Malfoy. He didn't need anyone.
He took out his aggression on Harry and he accepted the abuse with only minimal protest. He began to stroke Harry ferociously as he felt his own wave of delayed bliss come roaring back.
Harry's breath became shallow and his heart nearly beat out of his chest. One more inhuman slam past Harry's throbbing muscles, Draco painfully raked his nails down Harry's back while he forcefully erupted deep inside of Harry. Deliciously filled, Harry too spilled the proof of his orgasm.
Utterly exhausted the two rolled onto the cold, wet floor, unable to keep their eyes from shutting. The warm water continued to beat at their bare bodies while they laid there, enjoying the fruits of their shared ecstasy. Harry rested his head on Draco's damp chest. Draco returned his affection by loosely wrapping his arm around Harry's aching back.
Harry had to say something. He had waited weeks and hadn't said a thing. Maybe it would ruin everything, but he couldn't contain his feelings. He censored his feelings into one sentence he thought Draco might be able to handle.
"I could get used to this, Draco." Harry whispered.
Draco weighed his options. Of course he was already getting used to "this" and he couldn't imagine it not continuing indefinitely. But could he reveal something so intimate. Could he let himself be this vulnerable? So he settled on something he hoped they could both live with.
"I know." He said sweetly, and kissed Harry's wet forehead.
Harry was satisfied. And for the first time in quite awhile so was Draco. They laid there in utter contentment for what felt like a lifetime, enjoying each other's company.
The evening was almost perfect. But little did they know that the sound of running water was enough to drown out the sound of Ron returning to the locker room to pick up a forgotten pair of socks.