Title: More
Summary: It was more then just a rivalry or any competition.
Warning: boy/boy pairing, possible sex if you see it that way.
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not claim rights to the Harry Potter series.
It was his pale skin against his golden tan.
His platinum hair against his lightly brown.
His demanding voice against his sultry accent.
His smooth lips against his chapped ones.
It was more then just a simple house rivalry, it was a passion.
"You're suppose to be a Quidditch player, Malfoy," he brought up once, always the one to make a metaphor comparing the sport. "Why aren't you tan?"
"You've lived in Britain for years, Wood, he'd reply back, pressing into him in response. "Why don't you lose the accent?"
"Because you love to hear it call your name," whispered Oliver in a hot breath before leaving wet kisses against Draco's neck.
It was more then just a rivalry or any competition.
So much more.
Note: I love the unconventional couples that you don't usually see in fanfictions. This one was surprisingly easy to write.