Everything had gone pretty decently so far.
It had been three weeks since the change and Draco was resigned to her fate. In fact, a little voice in the back of her head even insisted that she was kind of happy with it. She was sitting in the library with Harry (who was *trying*), ruthlessly distracting him by playing footsie under the table. She might as well enjoy her time as a woman, it's wasn't like she'd be one forever.
Malfoys were known for taking advantage of all situations, and this wasn't really so bad. She could even consider it as a holiday from her real life; she was 'Cory' right now, she didn't need to think of all the reasons she shouldn't be doing this.
There was nothing wrong with that.
Everyone needed a break now and then. Who was she to refuse the opportunity when placed so conveniently in her lap on a silver platter and a side of Gryffindor cutie. For some unknown reason she had started to use the most obserd words, like cutie, in her head. She figured it was a hormone thing.
She decided to stop thinking about it when Harrys foot nudged her ankle. She smiled sexily at him across the table and nudged him back, running her ankle and calf up Harry's leg, to settle snugly on his lap, smirking smugly at his scandalized face; the nonsense was OK once you got used to it.
Suddenly, if not expectedly under the circumstances, the brunet boy slammed his book shut and slid it into his bag.
"Come on, lets get out of here."
The boy took Draco's hand and lead her out of the library at an alarmingly fast pace, their destination and intent clearly written in his dilated pupils and strategically placed book bag.
They were about to cross the door on their way out of the room when Professor Snape's smirking figure entering at the at the exact same time they were leaving and, of course, wanting to talk to them. He lifted a folded piece of parchment and cleared his throat dramatically before turning his glee filled eyes to the Gryffindor as he announced, "Miss Cory Malfoy is the new Slytherin seeker."
Draco let go of the frustrated and protesting Harry's hand in a rush to grab the parchment and confirm the news. This was wonderful! She loved quititch more then anything! Scrunching it slightly as she brought the parchment to her chest and hugged it, the blond let out a small squeal of triumph and gave a little jump and twirl of joy, her skirt riding indecently high with the movement and making all non- blood- related males present drool on their books and parchments, and one Madam Pince glare at her nastily. If the Veela insisted on going to the library all the books would have to be drool-proofed. She was about to propose a massive celebration in honour of her happy news. One look at Harry told her that was not the best idea. He looked furiouse.
"Harry?"
The brunets mind was working a hundred miles an hour. She couldn't play quidditch! No one would be able to concentrate on the game! All the other players would be trying to help her catch the snitch to impress her! It wasn't fair! But he'd be damned if he told her that, she'd not doubt slap him or, even worst, search someone else to accompany her for the night. (Or, he thought as a side note, eat him.) But he couldn't stay silent!! They would LOSE, dammit!! He turned to the professor to voice his objections a bit more hysterically than what he had intended.
"She can't! Your cheating!"
Snape seemed to smirk further at his little exclamation and put on an expression of mock thought, his black on black eyes gleaming with interior light. "hmmm" he began, "All students have the right to play on the team. . . I do believe there's a rule about that. And Cory is the only student who applied (it would seem no one wanted to run against her, I wonder why) so she won the position by default."
Harry sputtered, his face growing red with frustration and his hands moving as if to accentuate the points he wasn't getting out of his mouth in his stuttering rage. "I. . . but. . . you. . . that's it! I'm going to see McGonagall about this!" Harry yelled out, his finger pointing accusingly at the professor, and then, seeing that the man seemed willing to bite it off, quickly shifting it to accuse the parchment. He was completely oblivious to the frowning blond beside him.
"You don't want me to play quititch?!" she accused in a trill. Harry turned to her with astonishment and wracked his brain to find a watered down way to tell her he'll rather do the Macarena in a bikini for the Giant Squid. "No," he placated, "its not that! But you'll distract all the other players! It's not fair!"
The blond held the parchment closer as if afraid he would try to rip it form her grasp, her lip pouting slightly even as her chin raised in defiance, the old Malfoy poise shining trough. "I can play quititch if I want to! They'll just have to put a charm on me!"
Harry opened his mouth to argue the immorality of using dark magic for a quititch match, but the girl stomped her foot down imperiously, with a huff and all the pomp of a truly spoilt child and exclaimed in an almost whining voice, "I'm playing quititch and you can't stop me!" before pushing past the two males and storming off down the corridor.
An evil chuckle left the professor's throat before a confused and angry Harry shot off after her. * * * * * * * * * * * * "I see your position, of course Severus, but you must surely see Harry has a point too." The headmaster tried to reason for the 10th time that afternoon. The head of Slytherin and Gryffindor had been screaming each other's heads about the morality of letting a Veela play quidditch for hours. Their screamed insults and fury driven logic (not quite so logical) was only overshadowed by the parallel screaming of Harry and Draco next to their counterparts, going on about the morality of dark magic, the rights of female students. Albus sighed and slumped slightly in his chair. The rules did state that Draco should be allowed to play, but he couldn't very well let that kind of blatant cheating go on. Not for the Slytherins, they more then any other house needed to be taught to play fair.
"How about, Severus" the headmaster began, "you cast a charm on Miss Malfoy for the duration of the game, but only after we are on the pitch. There are only four games she will have to play in his year at the most. If you remove the charm immediately afterwards there should not be enough dark energy to interrupt with that of the wards. That way Miss Malfoy may play Quittitch without compromising the other players. Is that a suitable solution to everyone here?"
The surrounding adults and miss Malfoy nodded their heads reluctantly, and after a nasty three way glare. Boy Wonder surrendered, looking none too pleased about it. It seemed the Gryffindors would prefer she where out of the game alltogheter just as much as the Slytherins would prefer she were able to keep her charms for the duration the match.
* * * * * * * * * * * * Walking through the halls to their room Draco was nervously confused. Harry seemed to be still smoking at the ears. He was striding in long stiff movements which just screamed 'tense'. Surely the spell making her charms unusable would fix his problems. Unless he just didn't want her to. . .
No. That was stupid. Harry wouldn't purposely try and stop her from doing something she loved as much as Quidditch unless he thought she was going to cheat. That was just his Gryffindor side showing. Not to mention he would, of course, be adverse to her cheating against him. It's not like Harry didn't want her to play Quidditch at all.
Was it?
She reached out a tentative hand to clamp on Harrys much larger hand and continued to walk. The boy looked down surprised when Draco had touched him, but smiled slightly at the nonchalant expression in her face as she pretended this was the most normal thing in the world. Not looking at him once, Draco continued through the halls, past a few curious students, and finally to their rooms where she moved over to sit on his bed.
"What's wrong?" She asked, "I will be charmed you know. No cheating here. . . why aren't you happy?"
At her words Harry gave a forced smile and started to loosed his tie. Turning away to place it in a draw, more so he wouldn't have to look at her then for neatness' sake. "I know" He replied, "nothings wrong. I'm just a little tired is all"
Draco eyed his back dubiously. The muscles where still tightly held and he refused to look up. His words where betrayed by the fake neutrality of his tone, he was obviously bothered by something. After nearly a month of being together in quiet happiness the Veela was surprised to realise just how much his current mood bothered her. She could admit to not hating him anymore, even liking him a little. She could even say there where things about him that she loved. . . not to get her wrong! She was certain she didn't love *him*, that was just absurd! He was still Saint Potter. But when he woke her up those mornings she slept in by pressing his face really close and sniffing her cheeks and neck like an enthusiastic dog. . .
Or when he climbed into the shower with her unexpectedly and insisted on washing every inch of her skin with a child like concentration. . .
When he insisted in including her in his activities for the day, trying desperately to incorporate her in the few conversations he had with his Gryffindor friends. The little games he played with her in class and the smiles he shot her from across the room when they where separated. . .
Or even when he insisted they snuggle after sex, holding his arms around her tight, as if he feared she would get up and leave given the opportunity. His soft sent seemingly radiating from his chest where her nose would lightly press. The way he had slowly won her over so that she could no longer leave once he'd drifted to sleep. . .
The gleeful look on his face the first morning he'd woken to find her still in his bed. . .
There where definitely things that she loved about him, even if she could only say she strongly like the rest of him at this point. But the way he was acting now, his head down to the ground when he turned so he didn't have to look in her eyes, his rivited attention on the unclasping of his buttons and his sock removal. It all told her that he was mad still and that sat uneasily. She had to know what was wrong with him.
There was only one time in Harrys life when he was completely off guard and tended to say the truth, as if he couldn't extend the energy needed to think of a lie and perform it properly. The before-during-and-afterglow was a bitch like that.
Once Harry was lying securely on the bed he threw his arm over his eyes in what he hoped was a tired manner and attempted to drift off to sleep. 'Playing' in their rooms that day during lunch meant he could be off duty for the night. But Draco seemed to have other ideas because no sooner had he made himself comfortable then a light weight started to make it's way up his side.
First his leg sank into the mattress when what felt like an arm on either side was pushing down into the bed. His leg then rose slightly and the light tickling of 'walking' fingers could be felt making their way up his stomach to his chest. Little shots of electricity seemed to extend down those fingers to his spine. When the little leg imitations made their way to his nipple they stopped just short of touching. His leg sank back down as the soft weight of a bend knee was replaced on the bed where the hand had left. Harry decided that pretending to be asleep was definitely the best option in his current mood, so he stayed absolutely still.
Draco shifted slightly so her weight was propped up on an elbow and hip beside the boy, one knee in between his legs and two fingers still resting just under the traitorously hardening nub. Very slowly she raised one of the fingers to lightly brush over the hard surface through his school shirt before lightly circling it and humming an absent tune in her throat.
"Harry?" She whispered in what she hoped was a seductive manner. The boy grunted in question back at her but, not to be perturbed easily, she continued. "Tell me whats wrong?" She timed a light pinch of the now tingling nub with her last words and was rewarded with a slight parting in the boys lips. Slowly he lifted his arm from his eyes and looked up into innocently shiningly silver pools. Her pink lips where slightly pouted with a doe eyed expression that Harry couldn't bring himself to ignor or insult. He smiled a small forced quirk of the lips and replied, "I'm fine. Everything's great, your going to play Quidditch and we're going to have fun on the field together. . . with everyone looking. It'll be great."
Dracos mind swam with suspicion at he words, but she trained her face to remain impassive. 'with everyone looking'? Was he ashamed of her? No, that couldn't be it, they'd been seen together by the whole school by now. There was no one left to be shy towards. Her mind racing, Draco slowly lifted her hand up to undo the top three buttons of her shirt and trace and hand along the soft mound of her breast. Green eyes followed her every move with growing interest.
"hmmm" Draco sighed and shifted her hand back to the boys chest, only a little lower this time. The sudden movement had pushed the two sides of the button up shirt wider apart and when she leaned in towards him to concentrate on drawing circles on his stomach Harry was given a view right down her top. The angle of her almost upside down position causing her breasts to fall forward and almost out of the too small bra, exposing the tiny beauty spot on her right cleavage.
Harrys lips where suddenly dry and he licked them while forcing his eyes to move to her hand. Draco appeared to be paying little to no attention to what she was doing. The useual Malfoy smirk when she managed to get Harry all hot and bothered was absent. Harry almost thought she didn't realise the effect this was having until she sighed and shifted again, her knee moving slightly to graze his tightening pants. Two thoughts simultaneously hitting his head.
She was up to something. . . . . . and who really cared as long as this continued?
"Harry?" She asked again in an innocent voice that failed to bring the boy completely from his tingling, "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothings wrong. Everything's great." He whispered out with a sight as she lightly untucked the bottom of the boys shirt and started to draw circles in the slight hair leading down from his navel. The Gryffindor always seemed to like that.
After a few moments of teasing she shifted her perfectly manicured fingers to undo the button on his pants and slide down the zip.
"Why don't you want me to play Quidditch then?" Draco asked in a calm and non threatening way before lowering her palm. Harry twitched at the touch and he managed to gasp out "Uniforms!" amongst his growing haze. This only served to confuse the blond further, slightly running her finger up the length she asked another question, "What's wrong with the uniforms?"
"Revealing. . . everyone watching. . . you can see up the robes. . . ahhh. . . when people fly over. . . you don't own any pants!" Harrys words where more gasping breaths then coherent speech but Draco picked them up anyway. Scowling slightly down at the boy for the ridiculousness of not wanting her to play in case boys looked her way.
She none the less slipped her hand under the elastic of his boxers as his hands clenched in the sheets beneath him. She could forgive him jealousy. . . as long as that was all that it was.
"Is that the only reason?" She questioned as her cold fingers finally made contact and Harry groaned out in frustration of not being able to do anything. The Veela had made it abundantly clear on numerous occasions that being as still as possible was the only way to make her finish. Malfoys, apparently, did not quicken their pace for anyone. She'd either go at her own leisurely timing or stop all together.
"Is that the only reason you don't want me to play?" She repeated when Harry had failed to answer. "No. . ."
Continuing she looked up at his closed eyes and heavily breathing mouth. "Why else?" She whispered and stopped. The boy seemed to pick up the message and blurted out the first thing that came to his mind in order to make the hand start up again. "I want to win! Please don't stop!"
Smiling slightly at him she started again and leaned in closer to hiss out with fake venom, "Scared Potter? Think I'm too good for you?" Draco was most pleased with this revelation. Sure, he was being selfish, but a Slytherin could sympathise with that. The point was Harry was jealous and worried about her talent. Two very fine compliments if she did think so herself.
But then the boy answered her in his mounting pleasure, "No. . . You'd never beat me. . . you're a horrible seeker." And then groaned.
Draco glared down at his hazy form. "What?" She barked out harshly. But Harry didn't hear the anger in her tone. "You'd never win anyway, but you'll flirt all over the place and distract Ron or something, so he wont be able to block and even when I catch the snitch you'll win." With those mumbled words he snuggled into the bed and closed his eyes reaching one hand out to bring the girl in closer for his favourite time of the day. Post Orgasmic Snuggling.
To his surprise she pulled away violently.
He thought she was a terrible seeker! He thought she'd make Slytherin win the game, not as a good player but as a distraction to the other players!?! What did he think she was? Sure she was beautiful, a distraction if ever there was one, but that hadn't changed since she'd been a boy! Boy Draco was a distraction too. . . but she was still a DAMN FINE SEEKER! Fucking Potter was the only player who'd ever beaten him! And maybe Potter would be the only player who would beat *her* too, but that didn't mean she was a bad seeker!
Scowling in rage she pulled back from his bed and whipped her hand on his four poster curtains. Accusing silver eyes boring down at the half sitting boy who looked utterly confused.
"You think I'm a horrible seeker?" She ground out, pain etched over her face mixed with anger. Harrys mind started to clear and he knew he'd done something terribly wrong. Scooting over to the edge in a half daze to fix the problem he blurted out, "No! That's not what I meant, I just meant I'm much better!"
Snorting in disbelief she turned to go back to her own bed when Harry reached out a hand to stop her. "No, wait!" He begged, "It doesn't matter, ok? Nothings really changed, we'll win anyway so I don't know what I'm all tiffy about. I'm sorry."
Shit.
Harry's mind sprang into action and started to belt him for stupidity. He knew he shouldn't talk so soon after orgasm. Even now, just a few minutes afterwards his mind was starting to point out the many flaws in what he'd said. Draco spun around wrenched her arm free to point at the door.
"OUT! NOW! I don't want you in here tonight!" she yelled at him, going over to throw some of his clothes into his school bag. As she swept by him to his closet Harry found himself gaping and stumbling for the right words. "But. . . I didn't mean anything! Your good on the field, I wouldn't have been so peeved if I didn't think you where a threat!"
Draco ignored his pleas and clamped the bag shut with Harrys Quidditch uniform and pyjamas inside. She turned and threw it at the boys chest and sneered out in a very Snape-like way, "Oh, yes. Of course! What a wonderful strategy for my team! Put Miss Useless out there and have her flash everyone. God only knows how terrible she is at Quidditch, but she's got a nice arse so we'll just wave it in Weasleys face and hope he drools himself off the broom!"
Draco stormed over to the door and wrenched it open before turning back to finish, "There's no point in trying to compete with Boy Wonder after all! He's so perfect and brilliant and fucking wonderful that having a real seeker is pointless! Well if your so fantastic you can sleep in you own fantastic bed in your bloody brilliant Gryffindor tower with Weasley so you can teach him to pay attention to the Quaffel instead of my arse!"
It had been three weeks since the change and Draco was resigned to her fate. In fact, a little voice in the back of her head even insisted that she was kind of happy with it. She was sitting in the library with Harry (who was *trying*), ruthlessly distracting him by playing footsie under the table. She might as well enjoy her time as a woman, it's wasn't like she'd be one forever.
Malfoys were known for taking advantage of all situations, and this wasn't really so bad. She could even consider it as a holiday from her real life; she was 'Cory' right now, she didn't need to think of all the reasons she shouldn't be doing this.
There was nothing wrong with that.
Everyone needed a break now and then. Who was she to refuse the opportunity when placed so conveniently in her lap on a silver platter and a side of Gryffindor cutie. For some unknown reason she had started to use the most obserd words, like cutie, in her head. She figured it was a hormone thing.
She decided to stop thinking about it when Harrys foot nudged her ankle. She smiled sexily at him across the table and nudged him back, running her ankle and calf up Harry's leg, to settle snugly on his lap, smirking smugly at his scandalized face; the nonsense was OK once you got used to it.
Suddenly, if not expectedly under the circumstances, the brunet boy slammed his book shut and slid it into his bag.
"Come on, lets get out of here."
The boy took Draco's hand and lead her out of the library at an alarmingly fast pace, their destination and intent clearly written in his dilated pupils and strategically placed book bag.
They were about to cross the door on their way out of the room when Professor Snape's smirking figure entering at the at the exact same time they were leaving and, of course, wanting to talk to them. He lifted a folded piece of parchment and cleared his throat dramatically before turning his glee filled eyes to the Gryffindor as he announced, "Miss Cory Malfoy is the new Slytherin seeker."
Draco let go of the frustrated and protesting Harry's hand in a rush to grab the parchment and confirm the news. This was wonderful! She loved quititch more then anything! Scrunching it slightly as she brought the parchment to her chest and hugged it, the blond let out a small squeal of triumph and gave a little jump and twirl of joy, her skirt riding indecently high with the movement and making all non- blood- related males present drool on their books and parchments, and one Madam Pince glare at her nastily. If the Veela insisted on going to the library all the books would have to be drool-proofed. She was about to propose a massive celebration in honour of her happy news. One look at Harry told her that was not the best idea. He looked furiouse.
"Harry?"
The brunets mind was working a hundred miles an hour. She couldn't play quidditch! No one would be able to concentrate on the game! All the other players would be trying to help her catch the snitch to impress her! It wasn't fair! But he'd be damned if he told her that, she'd not doubt slap him or, even worst, search someone else to accompany her for the night. (Or, he thought as a side note, eat him.) But he couldn't stay silent!! They would LOSE, dammit!! He turned to the professor to voice his objections a bit more hysterically than what he had intended.
"She can't! Your cheating!"
Snape seemed to smirk further at his little exclamation and put on an expression of mock thought, his black on black eyes gleaming with interior light. "hmmm" he began, "All students have the right to play on the team. . . I do believe there's a rule about that. And Cory is the only student who applied (it would seem no one wanted to run against her, I wonder why) so she won the position by default."
Harry sputtered, his face growing red with frustration and his hands moving as if to accentuate the points he wasn't getting out of his mouth in his stuttering rage. "I. . . but. . . you. . . that's it! I'm going to see McGonagall about this!" Harry yelled out, his finger pointing accusingly at the professor, and then, seeing that the man seemed willing to bite it off, quickly shifting it to accuse the parchment. He was completely oblivious to the frowning blond beside him.
"You don't want me to play quititch?!" she accused in a trill. Harry turned to her with astonishment and wracked his brain to find a watered down way to tell her he'll rather do the Macarena in a bikini for the Giant Squid. "No," he placated, "its not that! But you'll distract all the other players! It's not fair!"
The blond held the parchment closer as if afraid he would try to rip it form her grasp, her lip pouting slightly even as her chin raised in defiance, the old Malfoy poise shining trough. "I can play quititch if I want to! They'll just have to put a charm on me!"
Harry opened his mouth to argue the immorality of using dark magic for a quititch match, but the girl stomped her foot down imperiously, with a huff and all the pomp of a truly spoilt child and exclaimed in an almost whining voice, "I'm playing quititch and you can't stop me!" before pushing past the two males and storming off down the corridor.
An evil chuckle left the professor's throat before a confused and angry Harry shot off after her. * * * * * * * * * * * * "I see your position, of course Severus, but you must surely see Harry has a point too." The headmaster tried to reason for the 10th time that afternoon. The head of Slytherin and Gryffindor had been screaming each other's heads about the morality of letting a Veela play quidditch for hours. Their screamed insults and fury driven logic (not quite so logical) was only overshadowed by the parallel screaming of Harry and Draco next to their counterparts, going on about the morality of dark magic, the rights of female students. Albus sighed and slumped slightly in his chair. The rules did state that Draco should be allowed to play, but he couldn't very well let that kind of blatant cheating go on. Not for the Slytherins, they more then any other house needed to be taught to play fair.
"How about, Severus" the headmaster began, "you cast a charm on Miss Malfoy for the duration of the game, but only after we are on the pitch. There are only four games she will have to play in his year at the most. If you remove the charm immediately afterwards there should not be enough dark energy to interrupt with that of the wards. That way Miss Malfoy may play Quittitch without compromising the other players. Is that a suitable solution to everyone here?"
The surrounding adults and miss Malfoy nodded their heads reluctantly, and after a nasty three way glare. Boy Wonder surrendered, looking none too pleased about it. It seemed the Gryffindors would prefer she where out of the game alltogheter just as much as the Slytherins would prefer she were able to keep her charms for the duration the match.
* * * * * * * * * * * * Walking through the halls to their room Draco was nervously confused. Harry seemed to be still smoking at the ears. He was striding in long stiff movements which just screamed 'tense'. Surely the spell making her charms unusable would fix his problems. Unless he just didn't want her to. . .
No. That was stupid. Harry wouldn't purposely try and stop her from doing something she loved as much as Quidditch unless he thought she was going to cheat. That was just his Gryffindor side showing. Not to mention he would, of course, be adverse to her cheating against him. It's not like Harry didn't want her to play Quidditch at all.
Was it?
She reached out a tentative hand to clamp on Harrys much larger hand and continued to walk. The boy looked down surprised when Draco had touched him, but smiled slightly at the nonchalant expression in her face as she pretended this was the most normal thing in the world. Not looking at him once, Draco continued through the halls, past a few curious students, and finally to their rooms where she moved over to sit on his bed.
"What's wrong?" She asked, "I will be charmed you know. No cheating here. . . why aren't you happy?"
At her words Harry gave a forced smile and started to loosed his tie. Turning away to place it in a draw, more so he wouldn't have to look at her then for neatness' sake. "I know" He replied, "nothings wrong. I'm just a little tired is all"
Draco eyed his back dubiously. The muscles where still tightly held and he refused to look up. His words where betrayed by the fake neutrality of his tone, he was obviously bothered by something. After nearly a month of being together in quiet happiness the Veela was surprised to realise just how much his current mood bothered her. She could admit to not hating him anymore, even liking him a little. She could even say there where things about him that she loved. . . not to get her wrong! She was certain she didn't love *him*, that was just absurd! He was still Saint Potter. But when he woke her up those mornings she slept in by pressing his face really close and sniffing her cheeks and neck like an enthusiastic dog. . .
Or when he climbed into the shower with her unexpectedly and insisted on washing every inch of her skin with a child like concentration. . .
When he insisted in including her in his activities for the day, trying desperately to incorporate her in the few conversations he had with his Gryffindor friends. The little games he played with her in class and the smiles he shot her from across the room when they where separated. . .
Or even when he insisted they snuggle after sex, holding his arms around her tight, as if he feared she would get up and leave given the opportunity. His soft sent seemingly radiating from his chest where her nose would lightly press. The way he had slowly won her over so that she could no longer leave once he'd drifted to sleep. . .
The gleeful look on his face the first morning he'd woken to find her still in his bed. . .
There where definitely things that she loved about him, even if she could only say she strongly like the rest of him at this point. But the way he was acting now, his head down to the ground when he turned so he didn't have to look in her eyes, his rivited attention on the unclasping of his buttons and his sock removal. It all told her that he was mad still and that sat uneasily. She had to know what was wrong with him.
There was only one time in Harrys life when he was completely off guard and tended to say the truth, as if he couldn't extend the energy needed to think of a lie and perform it properly. The before-during-and-afterglow was a bitch like that.
Once Harry was lying securely on the bed he threw his arm over his eyes in what he hoped was a tired manner and attempted to drift off to sleep. 'Playing' in their rooms that day during lunch meant he could be off duty for the night. But Draco seemed to have other ideas because no sooner had he made himself comfortable then a light weight started to make it's way up his side.
First his leg sank into the mattress when what felt like an arm on either side was pushing down into the bed. His leg then rose slightly and the light tickling of 'walking' fingers could be felt making their way up his stomach to his chest. Little shots of electricity seemed to extend down those fingers to his spine. When the little leg imitations made their way to his nipple they stopped just short of touching. His leg sank back down as the soft weight of a bend knee was replaced on the bed where the hand had left. Harry decided that pretending to be asleep was definitely the best option in his current mood, so he stayed absolutely still.
Draco shifted slightly so her weight was propped up on an elbow and hip beside the boy, one knee in between his legs and two fingers still resting just under the traitorously hardening nub. Very slowly she raised one of the fingers to lightly brush over the hard surface through his school shirt before lightly circling it and humming an absent tune in her throat.
"Harry?" She whispered in what she hoped was a seductive manner. The boy grunted in question back at her but, not to be perturbed easily, she continued. "Tell me whats wrong?" She timed a light pinch of the now tingling nub with her last words and was rewarded with a slight parting in the boys lips. Slowly he lifted his arm from his eyes and looked up into innocently shiningly silver pools. Her pink lips where slightly pouted with a doe eyed expression that Harry couldn't bring himself to ignor or insult. He smiled a small forced quirk of the lips and replied, "I'm fine. Everything's great, your going to play Quidditch and we're going to have fun on the field together. . . with everyone looking. It'll be great."
Dracos mind swam with suspicion at he words, but she trained her face to remain impassive. 'with everyone looking'? Was he ashamed of her? No, that couldn't be it, they'd been seen together by the whole school by now. There was no one left to be shy towards. Her mind racing, Draco slowly lifted her hand up to undo the top three buttons of her shirt and trace and hand along the soft mound of her breast. Green eyes followed her every move with growing interest.
"hmmm" Draco sighed and shifted her hand back to the boys chest, only a little lower this time. The sudden movement had pushed the two sides of the button up shirt wider apart and when she leaned in towards him to concentrate on drawing circles on his stomach Harry was given a view right down her top. The angle of her almost upside down position causing her breasts to fall forward and almost out of the too small bra, exposing the tiny beauty spot on her right cleavage.
Harrys lips where suddenly dry and he licked them while forcing his eyes to move to her hand. Draco appeared to be paying little to no attention to what she was doing. The useual Malfoy smirk when she managed to get Harry all hot and bothered was absent. Harry almost thought she didn't realise the effect this was having until she sighed and shifted again, her knee moving slightly to graze his tightening pants. Two thoughts simultaneously hitting his head.
She was up to something. . . . . . and who really cared as long as this continued?
"Harry?" She asked again in an innocent voice that failed to bring the boy completely from his tingling, "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothings wrong. Everything's great." He whispered out with a sight as she lightly untucked the bottom of the boys shirt and started to draw circles in the slight hair leading down from his navel. The Gryffindor always seemed to like that.
After a few moments of teasing she shifted her perfectly manicured fingers to undo the button on his pants and slide down the zip.
"Why don't you want me to play Quidditch then?" Draco asked in a calm and non threatening way before lowering her palm. Harry twitched at the touch and he managed to gasp out "Uniforms!" amongst his growing haze. This only served to confuse the blond further, slightly running her finger up the length she asked another question, "What's wrong with the uniforms?"
"Revealing. . . everyone watching. . . you can see up the robes. . . ahhh. . . when people fly over. . . you don't own any pants!" Harrys words where more gasping breaths then coherent speech but Draco picked them up anyway. Scowling slightly down at the boy for the ridiculousness of not wanting her to play in case boys looked her way.
She none the less slipped her hand under the elastic of his boxers as his hands clenched in the sheets beneath him. She could forgive him jealousy. . . as long as that was all that it was.
"Is that the only reason?" She questioned as her cold fingers finally made contact and Harry groaned out in frustration of not being able to do anything. The Veela had made it abundantly clear on numerous occasions that being as still as possible was the only way to make her finish. Malfoys, apparently, did not quicken their pace for anyone. She'd either go at her own leisurely timing or stop all together.
"Is that the only reason you don't want me to play?" She repeated when Harry had failed to answer. "No. . ."
Continuing she looked up at his closed eyes and heavily breathing mouth. "Why else?" She whispered and stopped. The boy seemed to pick up the message and blurted out the first thing that came to his mind in order to make the hand start up again. "I want to win! Please don't stop!"
Smiling slightly at him she started again and leaned in closer to hiss out with fake venom, "Scared Potter? Think I'm too good for you?" Draco was most pleased with this revelation. Sure, he was being selfish, but a Slytherin could sympathise with that. The point was Harry was jealous and worried about her talent. Two very fine compliments if she did think so herself.
But then the boy answered her in his mounting pleasure, "No. . . You'd never beat me. . . you're a horrible seeker." And then groaned.
Draco glared down at his hazy form. "What?" She barked out harshly. But Harry didn't hear the anger in her tone. "You'd never win anyway, but you'll flirt all over the place and distract Ron or something, so he wont be able to block and even when I catch the snitch you'll win." With those mumbled words he snuggled into the bed and closed his eyes reaching one hand out to bring the girl in closer for his favourite time of the day. Post Orgasmic Snuggling.
To his surprise she pulled away violently.
He thought she was a terrible seeker! He thought she'd make Slytherin win the game, not as a good player but as a distraction to the other players!?! What did he think she was? Sure she was beautiful, a distraction if ever there was one, but that hadn't changed since she'd been a boy! Boy Draco was a distraction too. . . but she was still a DAMN FINE SEEKER! Fucking Potter was the only player who'd ever beaten him! And maybe Potter would be the only player who would beat *her* too, but that didn't mean she was a bad seeker!
Scowling in rage she pulled back from his bed and whipped her hand on his four poster curtains. Accusing silver eyes boring down at the half sitting boy who looked utterly confused.
"You think I'm a horrible seeker?" She ground out, pain etched over her face mixed with anger. Harrys mind started to clear and he knew he'd done something terribly wrong. Scooting over to the edge in a half daze to fix the problem he blurted out, "No! That's not what I meant, I just meant I'm much better!"
Snorting in disbelief she turned to go back to her own bed when Harry reached out a hand to stop her. "No, wait!" He begged, "It doesn't matter, ok? Nothings really changed, we'll win anyway so I don't know what I'm all tiffy about. I'm sorry."
Shit.
Harry's mind sprang into action and started to belt him for stupidity. He knew he shouldn't talk so soon after orgasm. Even now, just a few minutes afterwards his mind was starting to point out the many flaws in what he'd said. Draco spun around wrenched her arm free to point at the door.
"OUT! NOW! I don't want you in here tonight!" she yelled at him, going over to throw some of his clothes into his school bag. As she swept by him to his closet Harry found himself gaping and stumbling for the right words. "But. . . I didn't mean anything! Your good on the field, I wouldn't have been so peeved if I didn't think you where a threat!"
Draco ignored his pleas and clamped the bag shut with Harrys Quidditch uniform and pyjamas inside. She turned and threw it at the boys chest and sneered out in a very Snape-like way, "Oh, yes. Of course! What a wonderful strategy for my team! Put Miss Useless out there and have her flash everyone. God only knows how terrible she is at Quidditch, but she's got a nice arse so we'll just wave it in Weasleys face and hope he drools himself off the broom!"
Draco stormed over to the door and wrenched it open before turning back to finish, "There's no point in trying to compete with Boy Wonder after all! He's so perfect and brilliant and fucking wonderful that having a real seeker is pointless! Well if your so fantastic you can sleep in you own fantastic bed in your bloody brilliant Gryffindor tower with Weasley so you can teach him to pay attention to the Quaffel instead of my arse!"
