Dedicated to all the people who wanted the rest! I finally have been hit with ideas by my muses. Sorry it's so short!

Playing Games Part 6

Subaru

"What's in the basket, you ask?" Draco pulled off the square piece of cloth he'd put iver his goodies. He slowly took out item by item. "Lube, condoms, feather, handcuffs, and…the keys to the cuffs." Draco grinned at Harry's wide eyes.

"Draco?"

"Yes?" Draco asked, fixing the bed up.

"What makes you think I enjoy that stuff?"

"I dunno. I thought maybe you'd like to experiment. I also have whip cream and cherries in there. Along with my pajamas and some cheese cake."

"Oh."

"So, what do you say, Potter? Up to a little experimenting?"

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"Drac - mff?"

"Yes, Harry?" Draco asked as he tied the cloth with a knot. He reached for the feather.

"Hhmmmmm!"

"I haven't even touched you, Harry." Draco said at Harry's outburst.

"Hem!" Harry repeated. He blinked at Draco who was wearing nothing. But neither was he, so who was he to complain?

"Oh, don't give me a look like that, Harry, it'll be fun." With that Draco tickled Harry's chin. "I know that tackling you onto the bed and handcuffing you to the bed was a dirty trick, but you look positively scrumptious. And so does that cherry." Draco took the cherry floating in whip cream on Harry's chest. He licked of the cream slowly and sucked the cherry off the stem. Harry's eyes got bigger.

"Dragoh…"

"That's my name. You'll be using it more often as the night progresses, so please don't forget it."

Harry snorted through his gag.

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"Good morning Harry!" Albus looked into the small room off the changing room for the quidditch players.

"Good morning Professor Dumbledore!" Harry said brightly.

"None of that now, Harry. Please, Call me Albus."

"Um, all right."

"You looked happy this morning." Albus watched Harry as he went bright red. "Finally getting the hang of teaching?"

"Y-yes Pro…Albus."

Albus couldn't resist. After all, he'd had a few wild nights in his youth. "Draco kept you up late last night?" Harry went even brighter and dropped the broom he was cleaning.

"Professor Dumbledore!"

"Now, Now, Harry. I haven't been an old man for very long."

"Um…no sir…but…is it that obvious?" Harry retueved his broom.

"Only if you couldn't stop staring at Draco this morning during breakfast."

"Sorry. Well, the students will have something to talk about, at least." Harry started to return to his normal colour.

"Hmm. Yes, they will." Albus said, sitting down. "About breakfast, those cherries Professor Sprout - Harry! Are you all right?"

"Yes. Jus' fine. Oh God, can we talk about something else besides cherries?"

Albus had the decency to blush himself. So that's where her missing cherries went to last night…

"How's Quidditch going?"

"Good. Marvelous. I think we're going to beat Hufflepuff right off the bat. Although, I worry about Thomas, he's our seeker. Whenever we practice together he gets clumsy. I honestly don't know if it's because Draco and I…well, or if it's because I'm 'Harry Potter the Boy who defeated Voldemort'. Richard, my Captain, usually practices with him after Thomas fell off his broom the last time we practiced."

"And how is that going? Are they accepting you well enough?" Albus steepeled his fingers.

"Oh yes, they're very considerate. Although I think they prefer it if I don't lounge about in the changing rooms for too long. It's all right if I'm explaining tactics, but sometimes I don't and I make notes of what the players need to work on and they get edgy. But I can deal with that!"

"

Good! I came to remind you to that we have a staff party on the first Hogsmead trip."

"Right."

"Um…Professor Potter?" Asked a quiet voice.

"Hello Thomas, please, come in!" Harry smiled at his seeker.

"Hello Professor Dumbledore."

"Well, if you'll excuse me, I've got things to do. See you both later at Lunch!" Dumbledore left.

"I came back to get my remembrall, and I overheard you and Professor Dumbledore talking. I just want you to know, Professor Potter, that it's not 'cause you like another man. It's just that you're one of the best seekers ever here at Hogwarts!"

"Well, I'm glad you think so. You're very good yourself, Thomas and here." Harry picked up the little ball from his desk and gave it to Thomas.

"Really, I mean it. One of my cousins is gay. It's nice to know that there's other people like him." Thomas grinned a little.

"It is. I remember when Dean and Seamus told me they were involved. It was a great relief. Why don't we go in? It's almost lunch."

"All right." Thomas smiled. "You'll practice with me at tomorrow's practice?"

"Of course!" Harry smiled and put his broom away.

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"Hey, Draco."

"Hello Harry." Draco smiled.

"How's your day going?"

"Fine."

"Again with the fine! C'mon tell me details."

"I really shouldn't. It's not nice to talk about students shortcomings in front of them." Draco snapped. He looked away.

"Okay."

"Harry, come ter see me for tea, later on? I got a bunch of baked pastries from Madame Maxime…"

"How is she, Hagrid?"

"Wonderful!" Harry half-listened to Hagrid's enthusiastic explanation of how he and Madame Maxime were maybe going to get married, if he ever got the courage up to ask her. The other part was pondering on Draco's hot and cold act. Last night had been heated, but in the bright day, Draco was cool towards him. He couldn't be ashamed of himself, could he? Harry glanced at Draco who was eating precisely and quietly.

Hmmm… Harry mused and ate his lunch.

Tbc