Author's Notes: Well, here we have another chapter. Hurrah! Oh, scary story: I always write the story before the Author's Notes cuz otherwise it's just foolish. And as you know, I always put it in bold cuz I think it looks nicer. Anyway, I press ctrl B to put it in bold cuz it's saves time. But when I did it this time I accidentally pressed the wrong button, highlighted everything and pressed 'a', so all I was left with was an 'a' and no story. Luckily, I pressed 'undo' and all was well in the world. But Jesus, I thought I had lost my story and dammit it was scary. So, that's the story. And here's the next chapter.
IMPORTANT!!!! I've switched to 3rd person narrative cuz frankly I'm tired of writing in first. I've read this chapter over (only once) but I may have missed some things. So if you're reading the story and you suddenly come across 'I' and it's not in dialogue, then it's cuz I messed up. Just assume it's Harry talking. If you don't like that I switched, please let me know. If you like the switch, that's good too. I think I'm going to keep it 3rd person from now on, though I might switch back later. Well, let me know which person you prefer. Ta.
EQUALLY IMPORTANT!!!!!! It's my birthday tomorrow! Well, by the time you read this it'll be tomorrow, so to clarify, my birthday is June 15, and I'm going to be 15. Imagine that. Oh, I have to update my bio... Anyway, since it is my birthday I feel I should update so that's why this chapter is up right now. I wrote it quickly so it might not be that great, but whatever. The next chapter should be pretty amazing... grins evilly
BTW: I've already started another story that I'm putting up after this one is done. I don't think it'll have more sexual action than this one, but what it does have is going to be sweet. I'm not putting it up now cuz I don't want to divide my attention among two stories. This way, I can write the other one without feeling any pressure to update it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter but I do own this trifle of a fic.
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Harry stared at the food in front of him, unable to eat. He was normally always hungry in the morning, but today he found that the last thing he wanted was food. There were only a few things that could drive away Harry's appetite –nervousness, repulsive food/ visuals- and as Harry had just discovered that morning: playing against a lover. It was the first Quidditch game of the year: Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. Up until a few months ago, Harry would have thoroughly enjoyed destroying Malfoy in Quidditch (or in anything else for that matter), but things change and, quite frankly, the raven-haired boy would rather fuck the blonde than defeat him. But Harry would never lose to Slytherin, sexy blonde lover or no. He sighed; he doubted he would be getting any tonight.
"You're not going to eat anything, Harry?"
The boy in question was startled out of his thoughts by Ron's voice. He shook his head. "I'm not hungry."
"Nervous?" Ron said.
"Yeah," Harry said. I'll go with that. "I'm surprised you're eating. It's your first game."
"Don't remind me," Ron said miserably. Harry almost felt sorry for him; Ron was setting himself up for a world of hurt. Slytherin House had been taunting him nonstop and Harry was afraid that Ron was going to live up to their jeers.
"You'll do fine," the raven-haired boy said reassuringly, even though –he hated to admit it- he didn't believe those words himself.
"Thanks," Ron said, gaining a bit of confidence.
"Perhaps you and Ron should head for the pitch," Hermione said to Harry, gesturing her head to a place beyond his shoulder. He took a quick look and saw a group of Slytherins whispering to each other, each with a vindictive sneer on their faces. They were planning to destroy Ron's confidence. He nodded.
"Hey Ron, let's head down to the pitch," He said, standing up.
"But Harry, the games not for an-"
"I want to warm up before the game," He said quickly. "You should too."
"Go on, Ron," Hermione urged.
"Alright," Ron said, standing up from the table.
"Let's hurry," Harry said, walking towards the doors quickly. Ron followed, keeping pace just behind him. He expected at any second the Slytherins to start yelling, but they didn't, which he was very thankful for.
They pushed open the doors and stepped outside. The sun beat down on them instantly, though the air was still chilly. They started walking towards the changing rooms.
"You know, Harry," Ron began. He turned to the boy. "I knew the Slytherins were going to start something. I saw them whispering too."
Harry blushed slightly. "Well, why didn't you leave then? It didn't seem like you wanted to go."
Ron turned away from him, looking ahead. "I didn't want to look like a coward."
"Ron," Harry said, a tad astonished. He never knew that Ron felt, or even thought, that way. "You're not a coward just because you don't want to listen to their idiotic jeers."
Ron stayed silent, eyes downcast. Then he suddenly turned his head to Harry and said, "Harry, I'm sorry."
"For what?" He asked, surprised.
"Remember when we got into that fight –"
"Yeah, the fight we got in last year? Ron, we forgave each other. It's done." Harry said.
"But it's not just that," he said quickly. "I never realized how –uh, how to say this- When we forgave each other, I was still a little angry. You were still popular, and I was jealous. I never realized what you were going through. I didn't realize how hard it is to deal with being constantly mocked and insulted. But now I do know, and I'm sorry –truly sorry- for being a jerk last year."
Harry smiled, though it was somewhat feigned. It was too early in the morning to be dealing with sap. "It's ok, Ron."
"There's also something else," the redhead added after a moment. Harry stopped. Was he about to tell him?
"Would this 'something else' happen to involve Hermione as well?" The raven-haired boy inquired. Ron looked surprised, and ashamed.
"Do you know?" He asked.
"Yeah, since Halloween," Harry replied. Ron lowered his head.
"I'm sorry Harry," he said.
The raven-haired boy bit his lip, fury rising. The apologies were getting annoying.
"We wanted to tell you sooner, but..." He paused, trying to find the right words. Harry didn't look at him, for fear that he would snap if he did.
"This isn't the time for this," he said, hiding the anger in his voice. "We'll talk after the game –once we've beaten Slytherin."
Ron smiled halfheartedly. "Alright."
Harry walked onto the field amongst the cheering of the entire school. Across the field the Slytherin team was just coming through the gates. He kept his eyes open for white blonde tresses, but he didn't have much time to look for Draco. Madame Hooch walked onto the field, and released the Gold Snitch into the air. Harry watched as the tiny golden ball shot into the sky and disappeared from his line of vision. The Bludgers were released shortly after and the two teams were told to mount their brooms. Harry whispered a final good luck to Ron before Madame Hooch blew the whistle and Slytherin and Gryffindor shot off into the sky. Next the Quaffles were thrown into the air and the game began.
Harry scanned the sky for the Snitch. He wanted the game over as soon as possible. He didn't know how long Ron could withstand the barrage of Quaffles, and he knew that each goal would diminish Ron's confidence, and the boy had so very little to begin with. Suddenly Harry felt a cool air against his ear, and it wasn't the wind.
"Hello, love."
Harry turned to Draco. "Shouldn't you be doing you're job?"
"Should be doing my job, but not." He smirked.
"Well that's fine for you," Harry said. "But I intend to win."
Draco snorted. "If you're going to be that way..."
Harry laughed as Draco flew away, but not too far so that the raven-haired boy couldn't make out the details of the blonde. The wind was gently blowing Draco's hair away from his face, and then back again as the wind changed directions suddenly. Draco's cloak was blown around him from behind, shrouding him in the dark material. Suddenly the blonde's head jerked downwards and then he was off, tearing after –to Harry's horror- the Snitch.
"Fuck!" Harry yelled, bolting after the other Seeker. Fortunately for him, the Firebolt was faster than Malfoy's Nimbus 2001, but the other boy already had quite a lead on him and was closing in the distance between himself and the Snitch fast. Harry flattened himself on the broom, speeding after Malfoy and the Snitch.
Draco's hand was outstretched, the Snitch mere inches from it, as Harry pulled up beside him. He extended his own hand, but Draco's was blocking him from his path. Harry glanced at Draco, who was totally intent on the Snitch. Without even thinking, Harry leaned over and nipped at Draco's earlobe, causing the other to gasp and lose focus on the little Golden ball. Harry took this opportunity to shoot ahead and grab it for himself.
Gryffindor started cheering, but as loud as they were the boos from Slytherin were louder. Obviously they were very upset at being robbed just as they were about to finally win. Harry turned his broom to where a very angry looking Malfoy was glaring at the raven-haired boy.
"You fucking cheap bastard!" He shouted before dropping to the ground.
Harry watched the blonde descend rapidly, his heart sinking at the same rate. Why had he done that? Now not only would he not be getting any tonight, but he'd never get any ever again from Draco. He growled. "I'm a fucking idiot."
He descended slowly to the ground, Snitch held loosely in his hand. When he hit the ground, he quickly jumped off his broom, shoved the Snitch into Katie Bell's hand and ran to the changing room. He changed as fast as he could; he wanted to be gone before people began congratulating him; he didn't deserve it. He left his Quidditch equipment –even his broom, certain that someone would pick it up and give it back to him- on the bench and exited the room. He ran across the grass to the school where Malfoy was just walking through the doorway. Harry increased his speed, uncertain of just what he was thinking.
He got to the door and slipped inside. Draco was storming just ahead of him, entirely alone. Harry ran after him.
"Draco!" He cried, catching up to the blonde.
"Fuck off."
"I'm so-"
"Fuck off."
"Please, wa-"
"I said fuck off." The blonde spat, before stalking off. But Harry was not about to just 'fuck off'.
"I'll make it up to you!" He called. "I'll do anything you ask."
The blonde stopped and turned around. "Anything?"
Harry swallowed. "Anything."
The blonde paused, contemplating this. "Starting tomorrow you'll be my sex slave for a week. If you do everything I ask in that week, I might consider forgiving you. But tonight I'm too pissed off."
Harry nodded, a tad apprehensive. "Agreed."
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End Notes: Well, that's the chapter. Yay! By the way, nobody guess the quotes from the last chapter, so here they are again:
{8} uppance would come (real quote: when you least expect it, your uppance will come. AN: It was something like that. I don't really feel like watching that episode again. HINT)
{9} Scream for me
{10} the consequences will be dire
Right, so I said in the last chapter that two of them were from the same TV show, and I just gave away one of the ones that came from the show. The last is from a movie that came out a couple of years ago. Its sequel came out last year. And here's a new quote:
(11) Any of you fucking pricks move and I'll execute every motherfuckin last one of you.
If nobody gets this quote then I'll lose all hope in mankind. That line came from one of the greatest movies EVER! I think I mentioned it in my bio... but I don't know. Oh well, somebody will probably be able to guess it. Well, ta for now. And hope somebody gets those other three quotes. Ta.