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The quidditch field was silent compared to it's usual activity as Harry Potter laid on the grass. No games scheduled, no classes out here, just perfect privacy. A good place to think. Especially about Malfoy.
Why does that blonde prat keep popping into my head?! It's just a stupid game! He doesn't like me like that! Even if I liked him! I'm just entertainment to him! He's probably fucking Parkinson right now anyway... At this thought, Harry felt a flame of jealousy that would probably burn down all of Hogwarts if he let it show. His fist clenched and he nearly felt himself crying. Why did he have to love HIM?! Of ALL PEOPLE, why HIM?
"Hey Harry! I just came to see- Hey, what's the matter? Are- are you CRYING?" He felt an arm around his shoulders and someone sit next to him. Tyler.
"Hey Tyler. How are you?" He said, quickly wiping away the tears. He WAS Harry Potter, after all, and Harry Potter wasn't supposed to cry.
"How am I? How are YOU? What's the matter, Harry?" Tyler's compassion was warming, and Harry felt himself open to him.
"I... I like Malfoy more than I should. I mean, first it was just a crush. Then it was this little game that we played. Seducing each other. Another competition, you know? Now... I mean, I told him so much. Even more than I've ever told you... The game has changed and turned into something else. Something more... I never wanted it to go further. I never wanted to fall in love..." The last words were barely a whisper. Tyler's eyes widened and he went ghost white.
"B-But Harry! You can't love him!! I Lo- I mean, he'll just hurt you! He just wants to make you vulnerable! There are plenty of other guys around for you. Don't worry about it. It's just a crush! It'll go away soon." He said, giving Harry a reassuring pat on the back.
Harry sighed. He knew Tyler was right. This probably was just another scheme for Malfoy to get back at him. He looked into Tyler's soft brown eyes and felt complete and total kinship toward the boy. This was his most loyal friend. The one who he could always count on. He was glad they were just friends, though at times Harry felt like Tyler wanted more, and was glad he had someone to talk to about this.
"You're right, Tyler. But I want to keep the game going a little longer. Just for fun." And because I can't bare not to have an excuse to do these things to him... He's just too beautiful... Crap, I am so fucking hooked on him... Tyler smiled, and stood to leave.
"Alright, Harry. I shall leave you to your plans. Make him scream like a little girl." Oh, believe me, I'm planning on it... Harry laughed at the words, and said goodbye to his friend.
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Draco watched the interaction between the boy and Potter. He was too far away to hear their words, but he could tell that the boy wanted Potter. Those long glances of adoration and lust were reserved only for the enamored. His fists clenched in fury. He'd have that boy killed before he ever took one step in that direction. He decided to see if he could talk to Potter, suddenly having a most splendid idea. He came out from behind the bleachers and walked towards the raven-haired boy.
"Potter?" He asked, walking toward Harry as if he didn't know it was him.
"Malfoy? What are you doing here?" Harry asked.
"Just came to see if the field was open for some practice. I take it you wouldn't mind if I practiced my Seeking, would you?" He asked.
"No, I don't mind. I could use some practice myself. Mind if I join you?" Harry asked, shedding his shirt and grabbing his firebolt, which had been laying in the grass next to him. Draco's eyes raked over Harry's chest, making him feel a little warm himself. Taking off his own shirt, he just barely heard Potters almost inaudible gasp. Smirking, he turned to the blushing boy.
"You're not so bad yourself, Potter. Now, do you have something we could use for a snitch?" He asked, soon realizing the alternate meaning of the question, and how easily Potter could play on it. However, Potter must not have gotten it, for he simply went into the Gryffindor locker rooms and found a bunch of tennis balls he used to practice with.
"These will do." He said, holding them up. They both got on their brooms and few about eight feet off the ground.
"I'll drop the first one, then we'll fly to catch it. Okay?" Harry asked, holding up the first tennis ball.
"Okay." said Malfoy, who really didn't feel like fighting over who threw the ball first.
Harry let go of the first ball, and they both flew after it. Draco sped up, and caught up with Harry. Harry sped up to get an edge on Draco. Both were competing to get the snitch first, and neither realized the snitch had already hit the ground...
That is, until they both reached the ground at the same time, with the force of a brick wall.
They both hit the ground with a resounding 'OOF!', and immediately began scrambling for the tennis ball. Then they remembered it wasn't a real quidditch game, and looked up at each other sheepishly.
Malfoy held the tennis ball.
"Haha! I won! I beat you Potter!" exclaimed Malfoy, who threw the ball in the air and caught it again.
"Yeah, but that wasn't a real game, Malfoy." Both stopped at the word 'game', knowing they had gone an entirety of five minutes without thinking about it.
"I guess you're right. But at least I can gloat about it for now." said Malfoy.
Harry smirked. "No you can't." Quick as lightning, Harry had grabbed the ball from his hands and thrown it at the other end of the quidditch field.
"That was low, Potter. Slytherin Level." Draco said, pouting. Harry's smirk grew.
Suddenly, Harry was on the ground, a very strong Slytherin on top of him. "You know, I never did get my smirk back yesterday. Surrender?"
"Never." Harry grabbed the boy, and twisted him over, so that he was now on top. The heat from their bodies and the smell of their sweat aroused them both. Malfoy's arms twisted around Harry's waist, and pulled him closer. Then, rolling them over, he smirked down at his prey.
"Care to give it back now? Or shall I just take it?" he asked, his pelvis grinding against Harry's, creating delicious friction. Jungle green eyes, dark with arousal, stared up at him. The smirk was still gracing Potter's lips. Those lips were begging to be kissed. Harry ran one finger down Draco's spine and back up again, causing Draco to shiver.
"Your choice, Malfoy." came Harry's hoarse voice from below him. That was all he needed.
He closed any distance between them with his lips. Harry's own were petal soft and nearly addicting. The soft kiss soon became fierce. Draco's tongue slid across Harry's lower lip, and Harry gladly welcomed the intrusion. Draco tasted every corner of that mouth, tasting something that could only be described as 'Harry'. Harry snaked his arms around the boy, and ran his hands through his hair. Draco moaned into the kiss and let his hands run down Harry's sides. Their bodies were close enough to crush anything in between, and the friction was almost too much for them both. Something inside them burned, but it wasn't just desire. Draco knew at that moment that he loved the Golden Boy of Gryffindor, and would do anything to make him love him back. Harry's and Draco's tongue fought for dominance, but neither cared who won.
For once, neither cared who won.
They ended their kiss, and Draco looked into Harry's eyes. They were filled with lust and... love? Could the Boy-Who-Lived really love the Slytherin Prince?
*POP*
Draco looked around, surprised to find himself in a room full of red and gold. He smirked. Harry's room.
He barely had time to move before he felt himself being pushed down onto the bed. Harry smirked again and bent down to kiss him again before speaking.
"Thought I might as well apparate us here. You'd probably complain about getting your hair dirty or something like that if we did much more out there." Before Draco could counteract that remark, he felt Harry's hands on his trousers and immediately shut up.
Soon, both were naked and aroused. Draco took in Harry's form with awe, as Harry looked at Draco appreciatively. Soon, however, they became restless. Draco pulled Harry on top of him and kissed him with fierce passion. Flipping them over, he began to kiss down Harry's neck, pausing to nip the spt Tyler had before. Harry moaned.
He worked his way down Harry's chest and paused to tease the taut nipples, licking them like an ice cream cone, then blowing cool air over them. Harry gasped and shivered.
"Wait. Hold on." Draco stopped reluctantly at the sound of Harry's voice. He looked at him, asking why.
"Just going to put up a silencing charm, you idiot. I don't feel like waking up the entire school. And from what this feels like, I think we might if I don't." Draco smirked and, just to be mean, continued ravishing Harry's chest as Harry tried to say the charm coherently. He lightly grazed his teeth over one nipple and Harry gasped. Quickly saying the charm, he flipped them over and attacked.
They made love throughout the night. The next morning, Draco woke to feel his arms around Harry and smiled contentedly. Harry woke as well, and stared into those silver eyes, fearing that one word could break the spell.
Draco broke the silence. "Potter, I'd never have guessed." This made Harry smirk.
"What? Never thought you'd be sleeping with me? Or never thought I'd be so good."
"Both." he said simply, putting his arms around Harry's waist. He looked into those green eyes and knew it was time to say something.
"Potter, I.... I love you..." He heard Harry gasp as he said those words, and was soon pulled into a searing kiss.
"Malfoy, I love you too. That's a fact." he stated, kissing him again. Tears of happiness fell down Draco's cheeks, as he returned the kiss.
An hour later, the cuddled under the blankets and looked into each other's eyes.
"Do you believe in magic during a Blue Moon?" Draco asked suddenly.
"Yeah, why?" Harry asked, bewildered.
"No reason." was his only reply, as he was kissed again, and felt that dizzying feeling of vertigo take him over.
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