Chapter 3:

Harry found he did not sleep well at all last night. He was rendered almost sleepless due to the plaguing thoughts on his mind about the person who could have been spying on them and how this could ruin both himself and Draco. He didn't want to be known throughout school as The-Boy-Who-Loves-Cock, and he most certainly did not want to ruin Draco's reputation. So, with that, he forced himself in an unpleasant sleep, hopefully to be ready for tomorrow. Tomorrow was going to be a big day for Harry Potter.

Morning eventually arrived, bringing with it clear skies and no wind; the perfect weather for today's Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. This was one of the first games of the year, so the Gryffindor Quidditch team was expected to win a great game. Now the score was set at 50 to 10 for Gryffindor, and Harry, idly flying above the other players, was looking for the glint of gold to show him where the Snitch was. After glancing about, he looked up to avoid a bludger to the shoulder, and saw the Snitch fluttering by the Hufflepuff goal hoop. Looking to make sure the seeker for their team couldn't see him, Harry flew at top speed on his broom, racing toward his goal with his arm outstretched, ready to catch it. Just out of grasp, Harry lurched forward hoping he could grab the Snitch. Swiping, Harry did catch it, feeling its wings flitting on the outside of his hand. Gryiffindor had just won the game, 200-10.

After Harry was finished putting his Quidditch gear away, he noticed that the changeroom was empty. Everybody must have showered up and left before he got back. Thinking that he was alone, Harry removed all his sweaty clothing, grabbed a towel and proceeded to make his way to the showers when he heard a whistle. Quickly, wrapping himself in the towel, hoping to hide anything before anyone saw, he looked around and saw he really wasn't alone. Oliver was still showering. Harry wondered if he waited up for him.

"Nice bum, sexy", Oliver said, smiling.

"Oh, you know you like it", Harry replied, grinning. He began to make his way over to Oliver's stall.

"It's been a while, you know", Wood stated.

"I know."

"Good job by the way on the game. I noticed you looked tired though before starting. Did you get any sleep?"

"No, ummm...I kept having the, uh, nightmares again, yea..."

"Oh, that's too bad. Either way, we won. Hopefully you'll be more awake next game".

"Apparantly, you're quite 'awake' yourself there, Wood", Harry slyly stated, looking down at Oliver's erect member. "Guess I can fix that".

Harry, throwing away his towel, began at once to kiss Oliver. Opening his mouth, he felt Oliver's tongue slide in, massaging his own tongue. Harry began to run his hands all over Oliver's body, feeling the chiseled abdomen that so many years of Quidditch has given him, caressing his smooth skin, going down to fondle Oliver's balls, before--

"Wait. I-I can't...I can't do this, Harry."

"What are you talking about? I thought you wanted this.

"I did. Believe me I did, but--"

"'But' what, Oliver?"

"I know what about you and Malfoy. I know you two were in the Prefect's bathroom last night. I knew that was why you were so tired today, 'cause you were there late with him".

"So it was you?"

"Yeah, I was in the Common Room, lying on the couch when I heard you leave. So I waited a little while and I decided to follow you to see what you were up to that late at night. I found the door to the Prefect's bathroom a little ajar so I peeked in and I saw you two there, in one another's arms, relaxing after that 'hot night' you two had. I then ran back here before I was caught".

"So Draco didn't close the door completely", Harry thought aloud.

"Huh?"

"Nothing. I didn't plan on that with Draco", Harry lied. "He seduced me, and he knew I would give in because he's seen us, here together, doing basically the same thing".

"And you couldn't refuse? You couldn't just tell him to 'sod off'? You know what, have fun with Draco". And with that, he left the showers, collected his clothes, dressed quickly, and left Harry standing alone with water still dripping onto him.

Draco was just leaving the Great Hall when Harry discreetly signalled for him to follow him. Arriving at a secluded area where they were sure they wouldn't be interrupted, Draco saw that something was deeply troubling the Gryffindor.

"What's up, Harry? You look like you just drank some bad pumpkin juice"

"First of all, you did leave the door open a little last night, and the reason I know this is because I just found out from the person who knows. It's Wood. He followed me on my way there. The only way he knew we were in there was because of the door and how it wasn't shut properly".

"Oh, shit! What are we going to do? Is he going to tell everybody that the "famous Harry Potter" is fucking his "nemesis" Draco Malfoy?"

"Honestly, I don't know. I had to lie to him, telling him that that was the only time. After I tried somewhat to explain everything to him he ran off. Just left me standing there".

"We have to talk to him, make a deal or something".

"And what are we going to offer him, Draco?".

"I think I have an idea. Where do you think he is right now?"

"He might be in the library, studying. That's the only place I can think of".

"Alright then, follow me. We're going to clear this up somehow."

With that, both boys walked up the main stairwell, turned to the direction of the moving staircases, and proceeded up to the library.