Draco Malfoy and his Unknown Fate:
Author's Notes: Heh. This chapter was fun to write and I hope just as fun to read.
Warnings for this chapter: Nudity. Swearing. Wrestling boys! And Hooch/Fish? Heh.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story belong to J.K. Rowling. I'm merely borrowing them for the time being. This will be slash (eventually). Don't like it? Don't read it. Otherwise, enjoy.
Eventually Draco ended up lounging on the dock next to Pansy, basking in the sun as its rays soaked into his skin. Snape's potion worked wonders, screening out the worst of the sunlight and leaving Draco's skin to gain a healthy bit of color without the incredible blistering pain. The heat pressed down on him, the worst of the day's warmth an almost tangible weight against his body. He drowsed lazily, coming to every so often when Pansy and Tracy giggled too loudly. Sweat beaded on his slick skin, trickling down his ribs in a tickling fashion that reminded him to turn over to make sure both sides were exposed to the sun equally.
He had been laying on his stomach, his arms folded so he could pillow his head on them when Pansy called his name. Draco had been napping lightly, but Pansy's repeated poking managed to prod him awake. "What?" He said groggily, running a hand through his hair, which the sun was bleaching into an almost silver color.
"Hurry and look over there. You don't want to miss this!" Pansy laughed, poking him again. With a sigh any martyr would have been proud of, Draco propped himself up on his elbows and looked towards the commotion. Potter was waist deep in the water and he had turned a furious red color. He was shouting at Finnigan between bouts of pleading. The Irish boy had a pair of wet, red swim trunks in his hand and was waving them about while he laughed manically.
Draco couldn't hold back his laughter. "Oh, I hope those are Potter's! Ha!" Draco cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted. "Come on Potter, don't tell me you're shy!" Hooch had fallen asleep while reading what appeared to be a romance novel and not even the catcalls from the students were rousing her. It was a good thing too, or Draco's fun would have been spoiled.
"Shut up Malfoy!" Potter hollered back, his cheeks flushed prettily. "Come on Seamus, this isn't funny anymore. Dean, make him give it back!"
The quiet black boy only laughed softly and shook his head. "I'm not touching this one, Harry. You'll have to deal with it all on your own."
"Aw, come on Harry! Just come and get 'em. Of course, if you don't want them I could always just auction them off to the highest bidder and leave you here starkers!"
Giggling, a Hufflepuff offered him a galleon and Lavender Brown countered with three. Before the so called auction could start in honest, Potter caved.
"Oh fuck it." Potter grumbled and, with Draco watching avidly along with the rest of the students, he hurried towards shore with his hands shielding his crotch. Seamus darted off, but Potter wasn't the Gryffindor Seeker for nothing and in no time he'd managed to retrieve his swim suit. Through it all Draco leered at him, watching his bare tight ass as he dashed about after the swim trunks thief. "Thanks a lot Seamus." Potter snapped, slipping into his bathing suit. For the short moment he was grabbing his swim trunks and then pulling them on with both of his hands his body was bared and Draco had to bite his bottom lip to keep from making a fool of himself at the sight.
The Gryffindor's tan faded slightly on his upper legs and his thighs were taut and lean with muscle. Draco had the urge to lick them… and pretty much every other part of Potter. His cock was perfect and heavy, nestled in a thatch of thick black curls along with his balls. Coupled with his flat stomach, broad shoulders, and wet head of messy black hair it was enough to make Draco fold his towel over his lower body to keep from embarrassing himself. Perhaps wearing a speedo wasn't a very good idea, come to think of it. "Problems, Draco?" Pansy asked, glancing at his covered lap amusedly.
"Shut up. You say that like you aren't always inches away from creaming your knickers when Snape talks to you." Pansy's eyes flashed and before he knew it the Slytherin girl had pushed him off the pier. He squawked as he fell, his limbs flailing as he hit the water hard. It effectively distracted everyone from the drama between the two Gryffindors. Moments later he popped back up to the service, tossing his head to get his wet hair out of his face. "You're going to pay for that Parkinson!" He shouted, flushing pink along his cheeks, the bridge of his nose, and the tips of his ears as everyone laughed at his undignified tumble. He splashed her, accidentally hitting Tracy too.
"Ahh! Malfoy!" Blaise's girlfriend shrieked and it rapidly degenerated into an all out water fight. Laughing, Draco ducked a face full of water and dove underwater, moving away from the enraged Pansy who had jumped in to better splash everyone else. He caught sight of Potter and ambushed him, jumping on the other boy's back and dunking him into the water.
Draco cheered in celebration as Potter, thoroughly soaked now, surfaced. His self congratulation was cut short when Potter's arm snaked around his neck and the Gryffindor pulled him close and proceeded to knuckle his scalp with his other hand. "Oh, sorry about your hair Malfoy!" He laughed heartlessly.
"Ack! Stop it Potter! Knock it off, Scarface!" The Slytherin wiggled in his opponents grasp and managed to escape, swimming off towards shore. Potter grabbed his ankle and hauled him back.
"And where do you think you're going, Malfoy?" But Potter wasn't expecting to get a mouthful of water from a stray Hufflepuff who was kicking his feet rapidly at random. He spluttered and Draco snickered at him. Potter, his pride wounded, dunked Draco and they proceeded to wrestle playfully in the water. Draco couldn't say he minded, rubbing up against Potter's sun kissed skin and firm body as they attempted to dunk other was literally a dream come true.
Potter ruffled his hair with one hand while he trapped Draco with the other, causing the vain Slytherin to squirm uselessly in his grasp. He kicked out at Potter's feet and was delighted when the other boy sank under the water for a moment. Then the next thing he knew, he had been yanked under too. They surfaced, still wrestling as their limbs tangled and if Potter happened to notice Draco was a bit more excited than he should have been, the Gryffindor had the grace not to mention it.
Of course, their own one on one match was nothing compared to the battle being waged between everyone else. Finnigan was exchanging taunts with Finch-Fletchy while everyone else splashed each other regardless. Only Blaise and his girlfriend had managed to stay out of it and were snogging passionately on shore near the boats while Pansy had a catfight with Chang. Hooch finally woke up, getting soaked when one enterprising Ravenclaw attempted a spell that to make the water simulate a tsunami. She was not amused.
But considering the fact she ended up getting hit in the side of the head with a fish, everyone else was.
To be Continued
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