Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter.

Warning- This is a SLASH and it's VERY DISTURBING. But you should know that already.

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Five

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Draco lays on his bed, tired and sore. He goes to Snape's once every two weeks now, but even two weeks isn't enough time to get over the emotional pain. He has to a Quidditch game he has to go play in three hours, but he's very close to not showing. It's against Gryffindor. Which means he has to be around Potter.

He hasn't seen Potter outside of classes in three weeks and every night, Draco wanks off to fantasies of the golden boy. And every time he comes, he feels tears of regret of turning Harry away fill his eyes. He just can't handle the fact that he'll never be able to have Harry and be able to please his family at the same time.

He sits up and runs a hand through his shaggy blond hair. Blaise walks in and smirks. "What's wrong with you? Your favorite game of the year is today and your depressed on your bed." he says.

Draco shrugs. "I don't think I'm going to play today." he says.

Blaise's eyes widen and he rushes over to his side. "What do you mean your not going to play today! You have to!" he says. "I know your going to kick Potter's little arse and…"

Draco looks his friend in the eyes, his eyes sad. "I don't want to face Potter." he grumbles.

Blaise puts an arm around his friend. "Drac, you're my best friend, you know, and if you don't go to this game today, I'm going and kicking Potter's arse." he says.

Draco snorts. He looks at Blaise and smirks. "Now that you say that…" he jokes. Draco gets off his bed and stands up straight. "You know, I can always take this aggression out on the field. I may beat some Gryffindork to a pulp but who fucking cares?"

Blaise hops off Draco's bed. "YES! That's that spirit!" he says.

Draco smirks and pulls out his Quidditch robes. As he puts on his clothes he thinks, 'Potter is going down today.'

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Draco zooms away from the bludger coming at his head. His mind is off somewhere else and he hasn't stopped staring at Harry since the game started. 'The bastard is always in my vision. And why is he so fucking hot is his Quidditch robes!' Draco thinks.

Then he felt something fly past him. He looks towards Potter to see the snitch going his way. He pressed forward on his broom and flies towards the snitch. Harry's eyes widen and he backs his broom away from him. Draco rolls his eyes. 'Does he think I'm coming after him!' he thinks.

He comes up close to Potter and the brown haired boy sits there nervous. Then Draco sees it. The snitch is right above Harry's head. He watches as Harry sits there dumbfounded on his broom. The blond smirks. "The score is already 70 to 30, Slytherin's in the lead. Is Potter just going to let victory go that quickly? How pathetic." he says, aloud to himself.

Draco closes his eyes, imaging what his victory night would be like. 'Some Firewisky may be spread around, maybe Blaise will dump Pansy for the night and spend some quality time with me. I can not wait.' he thinks.

When Draco opens his eyes, he discovers that Harry and the snitch where gone. "FUCK!" he yells. He flies his broom around some more. He sees the snitch, right next to Ron Weasley. He smiles evilly and flies down.

Ron looks at Draco and his eyes widen. "HARRY!" he calls out. Draco lets out a stressful sigh. He watches as the snitch zooms away from Ron.

Draco flies next to Ron and glares. "If I just lost because of you, I'm kicking your arse." he growls. He sees Potter getting closer to the snitch and flies towards the boy. Draco's heart was racing and he couldn't slow down his breathing. The more he watched Harry, the more aroused he was becoming. He mentally yells at himself, but all he could think about Harry straddling him instead of that bloody broom.

He finally reaches Potter. They are both next to one another. Draco glimpses over at Harry. His eyes are set on the snitch and he appears to only have that in mind. "Potter."

Harry looks over at him. His eyes are sad and bloodshot. "Yes, Malfoy?"

"Do you really want to win?" He asks.

Harry raises an eyebrow. "Why wouldn't I?" He asks.

Draco looks in front of him and he sees the snitch is just inches from him. He reaches out and grabs it. Harry's eyes widen and he stops. Draco stops too. "I just wanted to see how crushed you where going to be when I win." he says.

What he hears over the microphone is what he had been dying to hear since first year. "MALFOY HAS THE SNITCH! SLYTHERIN HAS BEATEN GRYFFINDOR!"

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Draco walks out of the Slytherin locker room, truly happy since the whole problem with Potter has happened. Blaise hits his back and yells out in happiness. "Draco! This is the best day ever!" he howls.

The blond smirks. "Tell me about it. Seeing Potter's face was the best. He looked as if he was going to cry right then and there." He says.

Blaise puts and arm around his friend and sighs. "So what are you up to. I mean, tonight is your night." he says.

Draco looks over and sees the Gryffindor locker room. For some reason, he has this sudden urge to see if Harry is still in there. He turns to Blaise. "You know what, find me a smoking hot guy or girl…whoever looks best…and store them in my bed. I'll be back later on tonight." he says.

Blaise gives him an odd look. Then he looks beyond Draco to see the Gryffindor locker room. His smile fades. "Your not thinking about seeing Potter, are you?" he asks.

Draco just shrugs. "So what if I am. I want to rub victory into his fucking face." he says, smirking.

Blaise chuckles. "You are such a sore winner." he says and walks away.

Draco turns to the door and walks up to it. Nervousness fills his stomach. He opens the door and steam hits his face. He walks in and he hears a shower running. He walks towards the showers and he peaks a look at the showers. What he sees makes him gasp. Harry was leaning up against the wall, cutting into his chest with a razorblade.

He comes out from the shadows. "What in Merlin's name are you doing, Potter?" he asks.

Harry's head lifts and he drops the razor. "M-Malfoy! Your not aloud in here!" he yells.

Draco rolls his eyes. "When do rules ever stop me from doing what I want?" he asks. "Is that what all them scars are on your body are from?"

Harry shakes his head. "N-No" he says, nervously.

"So what are they from?"

Harry glares at him. "Why the hell should I tell you!" he snaps. 'I guess I'm not finding out what their from tonight.' He thinks. Draco begins to take off his shirt. Harry's eyes widen. "What are you doing!" he asks, his voice filled with panic.

The blond scoffs. "I'm getting dressed." he says, sarcastically. He sets his shirt on the bench and begins to take off his shoes. "I think I want to join you, Potter."

Harry turns off the shower. "Well I don't think I want you to join me, Malfoy." he says. "Besides, I'm done."

"Well once I get a hold of you, your going to need another shower."

Draco watches as Harry's eyes darken and he smirks when he sees Harry harden. Draco slips off his trousers and knickers. He strolls up next to Harry and turns back on the water. Draco wipes the blood off of Harry's chest. Harry gasps at the contact and presses his chest against the blond's hand. "Honestly, is this really needed?" he asks, licking the blood off of his hand before it's washed away.

Harry closes his eyes. "I dunno. It makes me feel better, though." he says.

Draco glares down into Harry's green eyes. "Don't be such a pussy, Potter." he growls.

Harry's eyes break the stare. Draco roughly pushes Harry against the shower wall. Harry groans out in pleasure. Once the groan hits Draco's ears, chills went though his body and he feels himself become stiff. "Are any of your Gryffindor buddies waiting for you?" Draco asks, huskily.

Harry shakes his head. "Should you really be doing this, Draco?" he asks.

Draco presses his body against Harry's. They both gasp and Draco instinctively begins to rub his cock against Harry's. "Probably not, but all through the game, all I could think about was fucking your brains out." the blond says, making Harry groan.

"Same here."

Draco leans down and roughly presses his lips against Harry's. Harry wraps his arms around Draco and lets his hands travel along his naked back. Draco forces his tongue into his mouth and Harry's tongue happily greets it. The blond teases Harry's tongue and distract him from the hand traveling down to his arse.

As the two boys kiss, Draco slips a finger into Harry. Harry breaks the kiss by gasping and he presses against Draco. Draco bends Harry's neck and bites down on it. Harry yelps but then groans when Draco begins to caress the mark by sucking and licking it.

Draco's mind is reeling. 'I'm actually fooling around with Harry again. The boy that I swore I would never touch again is grinding his cock against mine. And I couldn't be any more happy.' he thinks. He slips another finger inside Harry and the brown haired boy lets out a strangled moan.

"Quit teasing, Draco. I need you." He growls. Draco groans at his words. He plops down onto the tile floor and Harry looks at him like he's crazy. "What are you doing?"

"Ride me, Harry." he says. "I actually want to see your face when you explode onto my stomach."

Draco watches as Harry stares at him in amazement. Draco can tell he's soaking up the sight. "Draco, this doesn't mean anything, does it?" he asks.

Draco frowns a bit. "Sure it does, Harry." he says and pulls Harry down into his lap. "I think I want to be with you, but there may be no chance of us ever lasting."

Harry kisses Draco softly. "Could we at least try?" he asks, looking into Draco's blue eyes.

Draco nods and kisses him again, only harder. He grabs Harry's arse and squeezes it. "Harry, If you don't help me ease the pressure, I'm just going to throw you down and fuck you hard." he growls.

Harry blushes and wraps his arms around Draco's neck. He straddles Draco and angles himself at the blonds cock. He reaches back and grabs his lovers cock and presses down onto it. Draco lets out a strangled moan. His breath is coming out in pants. Draco's hips press up against Harry's bum.

Harry snickers and slowly begins to move. Draco groans and bites on Harry's chest. Harry shudders and begins to quicken the pace. Harry bends down to suck on the blonds neck. Draco gasps and his eyes roll into the back of his head. He feels Harry nibbling at the same spot and he can tell a mark will defiantly be left behind.

Harry clamps down onto his cock and Draco moans loudly. "Harry…just a bit more." he pants out. He looks down at Harry's cock to see that the head was swollen and begging to be touched. He reaches down and wraps his hand around him. Draco and Harry gasp at the contact of touching Harry's erection. Harry rests his head on Draco shoulders.

Draco begins to be nice and easy with wanking Harry. 'I don't want to hurt him anymore.' The blond thinks.

Harry groans and reaches down to wrap his own hand around Draco's. "R…Rougher." He manages to say.

With that, Draco begins to roughly run his hand on Harry's cock. Quick hard strokes. Draco could feel the pressure building quickly. "It's been…too…long…" Draco struggles to say. "Won't…last!"

Harry bites down on Draco's shoulder. "Cum…Draco. Moan my…name." the brown haired seeker pants.

Draco pulls Harry down for a hot kiss. As their tongues dance in-between their mouths, Draco couldn't hold on any longer. He moans Harry's name and explodes into him. As his orgasm rips through him, he squeezes Harry's cock hard, causing Harry to cum too.

As the two boys come down from their orgasms, they hold onto one another, breathing heavy. The water is pouring down on them, washing their seed and sweat off their bodies. Draco kisses Harry softly, softly sliding his tongue into his mouth and lazily rubbing his tongue on Harry's.

Harry breaks the kiss and looks down into Draco's piercing blue eyes. "I've missed that." he says.

"Me too."