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It had been three weeks since Harry and Draco made up in the empty classroom, and Harry couldn't have been happier. They were meeting secretly a few times a week and with their time together in Potions and sly looks at each other in class and the hallways, Harry felt like they were together all the time, and he loved it. It was early Monday morning and Harry was sitting at breakfast with Ron and Hermione. Harry saw Draco smirk at him from across the Hall and sneered back. He continued his conversation with his buddies and then saw something that made his eyes pop out.
Draco Malfoy. With his lips. Wrapped around a banana.
Harry choked on his eggs.
"Are you all right?" Hermione asked with concern.
"Fine!" Harry squeaked, sounding a lot like a mouse running through a small hole in the wall, his eyes glued to the Slytherin table. Draco was slowly taking the tip of the banana in his mouth and appeared to be sucking on it gently. All Harry could picture was Draco on his knees in front of him, staring into his eyes....
Ron chattered on, oblivious, but Hermione turned suspiciously around and saw Draco. Her mouth dropped open and she blushed scarlet. "Harry! What on earth!" Ron looked very disgruntled that she interrupted him.
"He's just not very hungry, right Harry?" Ron said, rolling his eyes at Harry, who wasn't eating much due to his eyes burning towards a point across the room.
"I...right."
"Leave him alone, Hermione. Anyways, Harry, I was talking about the strategy for Quidditch today...Slytherin's going to be terrible..." and Ron continued in his oblivious stupor. Harry continued staring at Draco who was unabashedly fellating the banana, and curiously enough, no one in the entire Great Hall seemed to notice (except for Harry and Hermione, of course.) Harry felt himself (edited) at the thought of Draco's talented tongue. Seamus, who was sitting next to him, bumped their knees accidentally, and Harry literally jumped.
"Sorry, man," said Seamus, looking at him curiously.
"That's...that's okay, I was just..." Harry licked his lips. "I was just zoning out." Seamus nodded, said "Good luck today," and left with Dean Thomas. They're probably dating, but I haven't decided yet.
All of a sudden an owl swooped down and landed imperiously in front of Harry. It had sleek black feathers and looked very ruffled indeed at the thought of being at the Gryffindor table. Harry knew whose owl it was – there was only one person whose owl it could be. He took the letter and the owl stretched its wings importantly and took off, flying around the Great Hall for a bit and then going to land on Draco's left. Funnily enough, no one noticed that the owl (which was now nipping Draco's finger softly) had just dropped a letter of in front of Harry. Ron and Hermione looked at Harry as if they wanted to ask him where the letter came from, but for some reason they didn't, and Harry stuffed it quickly into his pocket and excused himself, saying he forgot something or another. His friends were so damn gullible, and he loved it.
As soon as he got into the hallway he ran behind a statue and opened the letter.
H,
Meet me behind the broom shed in ten minutes, and maybe we can take care of your little (or should I say big?) problem...
D
Harry's eyes widened.
And he sprinted out to the broom shed.
About five minutes later, Draco showed up, smirking. "Eager, are we?" he asked while pulling Harry inside. Harry stood in the center of the shed, unsure about what to do, and then Draco strode over to him and drove his tongue into Harry's mouth. Harry moaned and arched his hips to meet Draco's, and then sense came in.
"Draco, Quidditch starts in like forty-five minutes, everyone's going to be coming in here to get their brooms whenever they feel like it and the door's not locked and anyone could walk in on us and I oh...." He trailed off as Draco began stroking his pulse point with his tongue.
"That makes it more exciting, doesn't it?" he murmured in between licks. Harry gave in to the sensations, and soon Draco had him lying on the floor, (edited).
The boys were lying there, spent, breathing hard and kissing occasionally, when all of a sudden they heard a noise at the door.
"Shit," Harry breathed, grabbed his clothes, and pulled Draco into a cupboard where some of the Ravenclaw brooms were kept. Harry could practically hear Draco pout.
"I can't believe we're in a cupboard..." he cut off as the door opened and a bit of light infiltrated the room. Harry heard Fred and George's voices as they crossed the shed to the Gryffindor cupboard.
"We should tell Harry to knock Malfoy off his broom midair, make it look like an accident," Fred sniggered.
"Yeah," George agreed, "then it wouldn't matter how much money he's got, if he can't walk he'll never play Quidditch again!" They chortled some more and then left, having successfully obtained their broomsticks.
Malfoy burst out of the cupboard. "Are you kidding? Those fucking prats, they'll see what's coming after we kick their scrawny little asses today..." he trailed off as he saw Harry laughing. "WHAT?"
"Maybe I should knock you off your broom," Harry said thoughtfully. "I wouldn't have any competition for the snitch then."
"Git," Malfoy breathed, pushing Harry against a wall roughly.
"What are you going to do about it?" Harry jeered. In response, Malfoy shoved his mouth onto Harry's, plundering and biting at it fiercely. They broke apart, panting, and Harry gently pushed Draco off of him and began to clothe himself. Draco stood staring at Harry with his mouth open.
Harry continued to get dressed, then glanced at Draco and said, "What?"
"Aren't you supposed to be all turned on now, like you can't wait to get back in my pants?"
"Quidditch starts soon."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me."
"What's more important, Harry, Quidditch or my undying sex drive?"
Harry pretended to think about it for a minute, then walked quickly out of the broom shed, clutching his Firebolt tightly to his chest. Draco fumed for a minute, then grabbed his Nimbus and stormed out after him. Harry had caught up with Ron and Hermione (who were holding hands and making googly eyes at each other) on the way to the changing rooms, and Draco swept by him pompously, smirking, as though he had just done something clever and Harry wasn't of the slightest interest to him. After a quick chat with the lovebirds, Harry walked off to change into his Quidditch robes and prepare to give The Pre-Game Talk. He was Quidditch captain, after all. Oliver Wood had owled him a few times with tips on The Pre-Game Talk, and Harry had enjoyed them thoroughly, taking them to heart. He wanted Gryffindor to win the Cup badly, and good sex with Draco Malfoy wasn't going to change that.
Though, Harry thought to himself, is it just sex? I think I'm really starting to care about him. He's such a good person on the inside, when he's not putting up his evil Death Eater jerk façade. He's really someone I could see myself being with for a long time. Harry smiled to himself.
Bloody Potter, Draco thought to himself. I get all worked up again and then he just leaves me there. I wonder if he'd stop blowing me if he knew I was planning on taking Voldemort's mark...but I don't know. Sometimes it seems like I might be able to really care about him. NO! I DON'T CARE ABOUT HIM! THIS IS JUST SEX AND NOTHING ELSE! I DON'T WANT TO HAVE A REAL RELATIONSHIP WITH HIM! HE'S A GOOD LAY, THAT'S ALL! THAT'S ALL!
The teams made their way to the Quidditch Pitch. The whole school was out there to watch the game because of the intense rivalry between the two Houses. It was sure to be a good match, and no one had the slightest idea who was going to catch the snitch.
"CAPTAINS, SHAKE HANDS!" Madam Hooch commanded, and Harry and Draco did (obviously Draco's Quidditch captain as well), holding on a bit longer than necessary and smirking at each other, although nobody noticed the more friendly actions.
"MOUNT YOUR BROOMS!"
Harry did, and then, staring directly into Draco's eyes, began stroking his broom suggestively. Draco's mouth dropped open, but no one noticed. Except Hermione, that is, who blushed furiously.
The teams took off and the game began. Slytherin's chasers were very good this year and the team quickly pulled ahead, 40-10. Harry circled the pitch, his eyes darting furiously back and forth, all thoughts of Draco lost as he looked for the Snitch. He noticed Draco tailing him as he did every game, instead of look for the ball himself. For some reason Draco seemed to think that he could rely on his slower-than-Harry's broom to get to the Snitch even if Harry spotted it first, which really is a mystery to HP fans everywhere, and makes them wonder why Draco never changes his strategy even though he loses every time. Oh well, you do what you have to do, I suppose. Draco never was fabulous at Quidditch. Harry (and the HP fans) shrugged.
Harry glanced behind him and saw Draco's eyes on him rather than the Snitch. He had a wicked idea. Veerrrryy slowly, he lifted his left hand from his broom and trailed it suggestively down his back and around the curve of his bum. He could almost hear Draco's eyes bug out and, glancing swiftly behind him again, he pinched his arse lightly. Draco's mouth was open slightly and he licked his lips. Suddenly, the Snitch appeared out of nowhere behind Draco, and Harry turned abruptly mid-air, racing after it. Due to Draco's poor reaction skills due to Harry's cruel taunting, Draco paused for at least two entire seconds before tearing after him. Lee Jordan's voice boomed something loudly about the Snitch being sighted and probably saying something biased against the Slytherin team, and the people in the stands thought that maybe Slytherin might still win, although I'm sure you readers know better. Draco was behind Harry by quite a bit because he has a Nimbus and Harry has a Firebolt, and there's just really no competition. It may have looked like Draco was catching up, but then Harry's fingers closed around the Snitch and Draco slammed into him abruptly mid-air. Harry hung on tight to his broom and the Snitch and both boys tumbled to the ground on top of each other, of course.
Harry quickly thrust his hand between the two boys' collection of tangled limbs and (edited), and then he jumped off of him and ran to his cheering team. Draco just lay on the ground, his eyes closed and his mouth open, wondering who had cursed him to be so bad at Quidditch. He couldn't beat Harry Potter, and the boy had grown up in a cupboard for God's sake. Pathetic. He cursed himself for falling for Harry's self-touching that no one in the stands had noticed. Finally, he dragged himself up and walked slowly to the locker room. Harry had also lingered around the pitch, and he caught up with Draco to walk him to the showers.
"Good game."
"Shut up, Potter."
"No, really, you fought valiantly. Your chasers look good."
Draco merely scowled.
They had reached the door of the Slytherin showers when Draco suddenly slammed Harry up against the wall. "Come to my room tonight, Potter, then we'll see who's the better seeker," he snarled, his breath hot in Harry's ear, and then walked leisurely into the showers.
Harry raised his eyebrows, and then walked back to the Gryffindor showers.
Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor common room...
Ron and Hermione sat by the fire, waiting for Harry to get back and congratulate him. There was a loud celebration party going on, because honestly, who would have guessed that Harry would beat Draco to the snitch again? Anyway, Ron and Hermione were holding hands (Hermione's sexual boundaries) and discussing the game. All of a sudden, Ron said, "Hermione, do you think Harry's been a bit...funny...lately?"
Hermione paused, then said, "What do you mean by funny?"
"I don't know, he always seems tired and he takes a lot of long walks at night. I think...I think he might be sneaking out!"
"But...but why would Harry sneak out?" Hermione asked uncomfortably. She removed her hand from Ron's grasp.
"I think he might be meeting a GIRL!" he said excitedly.
Hermione held back a giggle. "I don't see Harry doing that, dear."
"Why not? Harry likes girls. What if it's Cho?"
"If Harry was meeting someone, I think he'd tell you, wouldn't he? Besides, he stopped liking Cho ages ago."
"What if it's GINNY?"
"Ginny's dating someone else, Ron."
Ron sat, perplexed. "Harry's up to something. I know it. I just don't know what."
"Of course, honey," Hermione said noncommittally, patting his knee.
"Don't take that condescending tone with me, Hermione, you know it really makes me mad."
"Whatever you say, dear."
"HERMIONE!"
Hermione just smiled serenely.
Harry didn't go back to Gryffindor Tower that night. He took a nice long hot shower and went directly to Draco's room. He knew Draco was effing pissed, and didn't know exactly what was going to transpire that night, but he hoped Draco wasn't mad at him. it was just Quidditch, after all, and it's not like it was the first time Harry had beaten him. Harry sniggered. Actually, it was the sixth time, so you'd think Draco would be used to it by now. Well, he had a feeling Draco wasn't feel super happy, so he might as well get the initial crap over with. He knocked on the door to Draco's private Head-boy bedroom.
The door opened without anyone touching it and Harry walked cautiously in. It was, of course, decorated in Slytherin green. It was lit dimly with candles around the walls, and Draco was standing in a corner facing the wall, wearing only dark gray trousers and his Slytherin tie loose around his neck, his hair disheveled and his back muscles accentuated by the glow of the candles. Harry didn't know why Draco was wearing school clothes (read: tie) since it was right after a Quidditch match, but he decided to just let it go and let the author feed into her little fantasies.
"Have a seat," Draco said, finally turning around and gesturing impatiently at the bed while Harry stood in the doorway, staring at Draco's gorgeous back. Harry moved quickly to the bed and sat down.
"How are you?" Harry asked softly.
"Oh, just bloody fine. It's my seventh year and I still can't beat Harry Potter to the snitch. I thought maybe I'd get it this time, maybe the fates would be nice to me for once, maybe my father wouldn't send me a howler telling me how I'm a disgrace to everything in life. But no. It turned out just like it always does, except this time, there's one thing different."
"What's that?" Harry said quietly.
"This time we're shagging, and having you beat me hurts even more."
"Draco, it's just a game."
"It's more than that, Potter, and you know it!" Harry didn't respond this time, and suddenly, Draco pounced. He threw himself on top of Harry and kissed him fiercely and vehemently, scraping his teeth against Harry's lips and grinding roughly against him. Harry gasped into Draco's mouth but went with it, responding with equal pressure. Draco broke off and sank his teeth into Harry's neck, almost breaking the skin. Harry inhaled sharply, threading his hands through Draco's hair.
Draco ripped Harry's clothes off and Harry followed suit, throwing them haphazardly onto the floor (except Draco's green tie, which remained loosely knotted around his neck, looking quite sexy). They both gasped as (edited). Harry froze momentarily. He and Draco hadn't gone any father than blowjobs, and he didn't know if he was ready to do more. He felt Draco's other hand gently massaging his back and relaxed slightly, but he knew he wasn't ready for this. He pulled back. Draco exhaled, bit his lip, and closed his eyes briefly.
"What."
"Draco, I just don't think I'm ready for this, and I don't want to mess things up between us because you feel the need to prove your dominance."
Draco's eyes flashed. "Get out."
Harry reached for him. "Draco-"
"GET OUT!"
Harry got up and slowly began pulling his clothes on. "I'm not saying it to hurt you, Draco, you just need to hear the truth sometimes-"
"Shut up. Just leave."
Harry walked slowly toward the door and left. Draco threw himself down on the bed and cried, because he too has feelings, and they are very conflicted right now. Harry dragged himself back to Gryffindor Tower to find everyone in bed already. He threw himself down on his own bed without bothering to get undressed, hoping he hadn't lost Draco for good (but deep down he knows he can't have, because there's another chapter.)
A/N: Next time, there's of course makeup sex, advice-giving!Hermione, suspicious!Ron, confused!Draco, and much much more! Please review!
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