Title: Steam
Author: Never
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I lie, therefore I am.
Warning: Nothing.it's just cute.
Summary: Harry is being watched in the shower.
Author's Notes: For the contrelamontre no dialog challenge. 23 minutes
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Harry stepped under the showerhead, letting the hot spray wash off all the sweat and dirt he had accumulated during quidditch practice. All of his teammates had already taken their showers and gone back to the castle, but Wood had asked him to practice for 30 more minutes.
Oliver always got like that right before a game. If he had his way, his team would never leave the pitch. Harry loved quidditch, but not that much.
Footsteps. Harry quickly looked around the room, but he couldn't see anything through all the steam. There was probably no one there. He was down in the locker room, and all of his teammates had already left. He was just hearing things. Who would come all the way down to the locker rooms when everyone is supposed to have already left?
Harry quickly finished his shower, grabbing a towel to dry himself off. After wrapping the towel around his waist, he started to walk over to the locker room but was stopped by another footstep behind him. Spinning around, he saw nothing but more steam.
He was going crazy, there was no other explanation. With a long sigh, Harry turned back towards the locker room. Suddenly, he felt the towel around his waist drop to the floor.
Harry made a quick inspection of the room again while he bent down to grab the towel. He thought about whether he should call out, but decided against it. For some reason, if he called out, it would mean that he was scared, and he wasn't scared. The Boy Who Lived had more important things to be frightened of.
Shaking his head, he wrapped the towel back around his waist and moved into the locker room. Somehow, the steam seemed to have migrated with him. Harry had to feel around for his locker, finally finding his on the third try.
He quickly dressed, gathering all his things to go back to the castle, but then something caught his eye. A red rose was lying on his stool along with a note. He picked them both up, taking a moment to smell the rose before he read the letter. It simply said that he looked good naked.
Someone was in the shower room with him. Harry once again, looked around the locker room, but his vision was still clouded by the steam.
He wanted to get out of there. Harry reached down to grab his bag and headed to the door.
A hand snaked around his waist, pulling him back against a hard chest. Then another hand came up to move Harry's head to the side, giving the captor easy access to the Seeker's neck.
Harry didn't struggle. He knew those lips as soon as they made contact with his skin. Turning around in his captor's arms, he reached up to kiss his personal stalker. As he did so, only one word came to mind. Draco.
Author: Never
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I lie, therefore I am.
Warning: Nothing.it's just cute.
Summary: Harry is being watched in the shower.
Author's Notes: For the contrelamontre no dialog challenge. 23 minutes
***
Harry stepped under the showerhead, letting the hot spray wash off all the sweat and dirt he had accumulated during quidditch practice. All of his teammates had already taken their showers and gone back to the castle, but Wood had asked him to practice for 30 more minutes.
Oliver always got like that right before a game. If he had his way, his team would never leave the pitch. Harry loved quidditch, but not that much.
Footsteps. Harry quickly looked around the room, but he couldn't see anything through all the steam. There was probably no one there. He was down in the locker room, and all of his teammates had already left. He was just hearing things. Who would come all the way down to the locker rooms when everyone is supposed to have already left?
Harry quickly finished his shower, grabbing a towel to dry himself off. After wrapping the towel around his waist, he started to walk over to the locker room but was stopped by another footstep behind him. Spinning around, he saw nothing but more steam.
He was going crazy, there was no other explanation. With a long sigh, Harry turned back towards the locker room. Suddenly, he felt the towel around his waist drop to the floor.
Harry made a quick inspection of the room again while he bent down to grab the towel. He thought about whether he should call out, but decided against it. For some reason, if he called out, it would mean that he was scared, and he wasn't scared. The Boy Who Lived had more important things to be frightened of.
Shaking his head, he wrapped the towel back around his waist and moved into the locker room. Somehow, the steam seemed to have migrated with him. Harry had to feel around for his locker, finally finding his on the third try.
He quickly dressed, gathering all his things to go back to the castle, but then something caught his eye. A red rose was lying on his stool along with a note. He picked them both up, taking a moment to smell the rose before he read the letter. It simply said that he looked good naked.
Someone was in the shower room with him. Harry once again, looked around the locker room, but his vision was still clouded by the steam.
He wanted to get out of there. Harry reached down to grab his bag and headed to the door.
A hand snaked around his waist, pulling him back against a hard chest. Then another hand came up to move Harry's head to the side, giving the captor easy access to the Seeker's neck.
Harry didn't struggle. He knew those lips as soon as they made contact with his skin. Turning around in his captor's arms, he reached up to kiss his personal stalker. As he did so, only one word came to mind. Draco.