Chapter 8

Harry was a lucky captain. His team had remained the same from the last year, as the people in his year were the oldest on the team. He knew his team worked well together, so they were able to pik up where they left off.

Harry blew the whistle at the end of a practice and waved them all in.

"All right. As you all know, the first game is tomorrow. We're playing Hufflepuff. They're not slouches, but with the way we've been playing, we'll have them for sure." He looked around at his team. "Now, none of you would remember Wood's speeches, and although I have it memorized, I wouldn't be able to do it justice. Go get showered. We have a game to win tomorrow." The team dispersed, save for Ron, who stayed behind to talk to Harry.

"You know what you should do," said Ron, "You should have Oliver show up tomorrow and deliver his speech." Harry grinned at him before entering the showers.

"He already is." Ron laughed and followed Harry into the locker room.

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Oliver sat at his desk, bouncing his knee, and reviewing his notes for the last class of the day. He stood, taking the notes with his, and paced in front of his desk. Like Percy, he had all four houses at once, however, his class was opened to third years and above. It was also held only once a week. His next class was the seventh years.

He was still pacing when the first students began to arrive. He smiled at them, recognizing most of them from his last years as a student. It was among smiles and greetings that Oliver began his class.

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"You're homework for next week." There were groans, "Oh, relax. Your homework is to go to the Quidditch match this weekend. We'll be discussing it next week. Dismissed. I'll see you all at the game." The class gathered their things and left. He sat down heavily in his chair, throwing his air- chalk on the desk.

"So how does it feel being on the opposite side of the teacher's desk?" Oliver smiled.

"Very odd. I'm still not used to teaching. I used to hang around the common room with these guys." Harry smiled as he entered Oliver's classroom and sat on the corner of his desk.

"Just think of it as coaching. You did that enough as Captain of the team. Speaking of which, are u ready to give your speech tomorrow, Captain, oh my Captain?" Oliver smirked at him.

"You're been hanging around the twins too much. Yes, I am ready. But if you want the full effect, you should have them there to mirror me." Harry laughed.

"I think I'll save that for the Quidditch Cup." Oliver smiled.

"I'm sure we'll win again this year."

"Was there ever any doubt?"

"Oh!" Oliver snapped his fingers, "I've been meaning to ask Madame Hootch, but I keep forgetting. Why so many games this early in the year?"

"It's just a scrimmage, sort of a practice game. It's just a way to earn points and practice under game conditions without splitting up your team. Cup games begin at the end of October."

"Oh.when did they start this?"

"This year. It also keeps us from wandering and getting into trouble, which we're so prone to doing."

"Good idea." Harry grinned.

"Yes, I do have them from time to time." Oliver blinked.

"This was your idea?" Harry simply smirked, bowed, and left the room in search of his boyfriend. He was probably in his new room.

'He spends all his free time when he's not with me in there now,' thought Harry. With Slytherin House effectively against him, it just wasn't safe for him anywhere else. Harry quickened his pace and headed to the wing where the Hufflepuff dorms were.

IT was decided to Put Draco's rooms in a place where nobody would think to look for them, down the hall from the Hufflepuff dorms. The Gryffindors still mostly though Draco was a night-crawler, would wouldn't be caught dead outside of the Dungeons. The Slytherins wouldn't be caught near the Hufflepuffs.

Harry hurried to the wall-hanging of the Lion and the Unicorn. Quickly glancing both ways to be sure the coast was clear, Harry ducked behind the drapery and walked along the hidden passageway until the end, up a flight of winding stairs, and over to the right to a stone angel.

"Slythering Angel."

The Angel folded it's wings, revealing two enterances. Harry went through the right one. When Harry passed though, the Angel lowered it's wings and Harry was in one of the most secret rooms of Hogwarts, made for Rowena Ravenclaw's daughter. It was so well hidden it didn't appear on the marauder's map. In fact, none of the marauders knew of it's existence.

"Draco?" Harry called.

"In here!" Draco called back from the bathrooms. "Come join me!" Harry grinned. HE loved the bathrooms, they were the size of the prefect's bathrooms, done in all silver and white marble. To say that the bathroom was elegant was an understatement.

Harry pushed open the door that connected the rooms to see his boyfriend relaxing in a bubble-filled hot tub, sipping what looked like champagne, but was really probably only sparkling cider.maybe. Harry flushed and he suddenly felt much warmer, and not all of it was from the steam. He closed the door behind him and pulled off his Weasley jumper. He pulled off his socks and shoes as well and walked over to Draco. Draco craned his neck to look at Harry. He grinned.

"Hello, love."

"Hello.are u drinking what I think you're drinking?" Draco laughed.

"Not unless you were thinking cider. It's nice to pretend, though." Harry nodded. "So you going to join me, or just stand there all day?" Harry started.

"Uh.well.I don't have swim trunks."

"Neither do I." Harry gulped and blinked at him. Draco laughed almost wickedly, "oh, come on, Harry. I'm going to see you without your knickers anyway, why not have it at a time where we're sure not to have any interruptions?" Harry was still bright red, but he began to laugh softly.

"When did u get this straightforward?"

"I was always this straightforward. I was just never starkers and straightforward." Harry, still blushing fiercely and shaking his head, he removed his glasses and placed them on the counter. The simple tee-shirt he wore under his sweater came off next, revealing his seeker's build. Draco sipped his cider and leaned back for the rest of the show. The pants were next and slightly trembling hands folded them and placed them next to his glasses. He stoop there in his flanned boxers, biting his lip, red as a tomato, staring at Draco.

"Well?" Draco said, gesturing at the boxers and by now obvious excitement with his glass. "You going to join me?" Harry hesitated. "What? It's not as if u have anything to be ashamed of. That I can tell already."

"It's not fair," commented Harry. At Draco's raised eyebrow he explained further. "You get to see all of me and I won't get to see all of you." Draco smirked, but Harry really couldn't see that far. The only reason he knew Draco had raised an eyebrow was because he always tilted his head when he did that, and Harry knew Draco well enough.

"You can't see me from that far away. You'll have to come closer anyway."

"Why don't you come closer to me?"

"Because I'm comfy." Harry made a face. Draco sighed and put down his glass. Half walking and half swimming Draco made his way over to Harry and out of the hot tub. With all of Draco exposed, Harry's eyes grew wider and he turned redder. For him it was now uncomfortably warm and his boxers were suddenly extremely tight.

Draco stood in front of Harry, naked save for a few bubbles. Harry's gaze traveled down Draco's slender next, across strong shoulders and down a pale chest, to the beginning curls of white blond hair. Draco chuckled and Harry's eyes snapped back up to Draco's slightly flushed but smiling face.

"Well?" Draco's voice was throaty, as he was just as affected as Harry was. Harry bit his lip and gently pulled his boxers down and off. Harry watched Draco's eyes as he looked down to follow the boxers and settle at Harry's hips.

Draco looked him fully over and smiled, pulling Harry close by those same hips. Harry gasped at the contact, but it was smothered by Draco's lips.

Draco teased him, biting his lips and holding Harry just far enough away to barely touch. He pulled back and watched as Harry automatically leaned foreword, wanting to resume contact. He opened his eyes when he found none. Draco smirked.

"Wash my back?"

TBC.