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The next day Harry got out of bed earlier that usually. It was the first game they were playing with Slytherins this year and Harry felt he needed some proper breakfast if he didn't want to fall from his broom. Talking about his broom, he wasn't sure if he could even sit on it. His arse was hurting so much he had to sleep on his stomach the whole night. He had hoped that in the morning it would stop, but when he tried to sit after he had woken up, but his butt cheeks were so aching that he let out a hiss and stood instead.
After having a breakfast with Ron and some of their friends, he made his way to the quidditch pitch to prepare a small warm up for the team.
He was just entering the Gryffindor locker rooms when he noticed a familiar figure leaning against the stands next to it. He sighed and tried to calm his breath when Malfoy approached him.
"Potter" the blond smirked.
"What is it, Malfoy?" he asked impatiently "What do you want?"
Malfoy just leaned in closer "You sure you can fly that broom after yesterday?" he teased "I mean, I spanked you really good, didn't I?"
Harry's whole face flushed in embarrassment and he looked away without any verbal answer. He suddenly felt a hot breath on his ear.
"You know, Potter, I really want to win today" he purred and Harry leaned back and looked up at him.
He furrowed his eyebrows "Are you trying to talk me into losing on purpose?" he asked in a harsher tone.
Malfoy just quirked one eyebrow "I'm not trying anything, Potter" he said and leaned forward again "I'm just saying that if I win, I'll be in a good mood and might do something really, really…enjoyable" he purred into his ear.
Harry's breath caught in his chest at the low sound and he almost lost his inner battle against asking Malfoy what he meant by enjoyable. Fuck. He really wanted to find out.
Before he could say anything, Malfoy threw him one last smirk and left, walking towards the Slytherin changing rooms.
Harry sighed, walking inside and sitting on a bench. He hid his face in his hands.
No, come on, Harry. You can't do this to your team.
But Malfoy's hands…they feel so good.
No. You're the bloody captain. You can't.
So bloody good…
No, you're not going to do that.
And he makes you come so hard.
Harry stood up abruptly and started pacing the room.
No, he won't betray his own team. Not for some Slytherin brat, even if he'll regret it later. He will do everything in his power to win this game.
Shortly after this, his friends joined him in the locker rooms, Hermione, Neville and Luna wishing him good luck and leaving him and Ron with the rest of their teammates. They did a quick but efficient warm up and Harry gave his motivational speech before they finally changed in their quidditch robes and went out to the pitch.
Throughout the whole game Harry was shifting uncomfortably on his broom, happy that no one could hear the hisses and whimpers he was letting out with every move. When Madam Hooch released the snitch, Harry immediately left Malfoy no doubt that he was going to try everything to get it. The blond reacted rather calmly, simply raising a single eyebrow and joining the race for the golden round object.
Of course, Harry caught it. He did, and it didn't even take so long. He and Malfoy had similar skills, but eventually Harry managed to trick the blond and caught the snitch, winning the game.
All the Gryffindors roared in excitement, his teammates flying up to him to pat his back and give each other high fives. It felt amazing. It felt right. And Harry knew he had made the right choice.
Once his friends congratulated him and Ron and the team went back to the locker rooms, he sighed in relief. It was a good game, but he was really tired, especially after all the fidgeting from the ache in his bum. He absently massaged it and Ron gave him a funny look.
"Er, I'm just a bit sore" he mumbled.
Ron chuckled "Yeah, no surprise. You totally destroyed Malfoy on the pitch, mate!"
Harry chuckled nervously "Yeah, I guess."
"You did" the red haired boy said "You coming back?" he asked, pointing with his chin at the exit.
Harry thought for a second before responding "No, I'm gonna hit the shower first" he said.
Ron nodded "Okay, just prepare yourself mentally for celebrating, I heard Seamus and Dean went to get some Firewhiskey from the kitchens for the party" he flashed him a wide smile and Harry responded with a grin.
"Sure" he said "See you in the common room."
"Yeah" Ron waved at him and left the room, leaving Harry alone in the lockers.
Harry lazily grabbed a fresh towel and went to the shower rooms. He entered them, finding no one inside, and let out a loud sigh of relief of finally having some time to himself.
He kicked his shoes off, quickly followed by his socks. Next, he pushed down his quidditch trousers and slipped his shirt over his head, throwing it at the nearest bench carelessly.
In this exact moment he heard a low whistle, which caused him to jump slightly, almost having a heart attack. He turned abruptly to the direction from which the sound came. Malfoy was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed on his chest. Of course.
"Malfoy, for Merlin's sake, are you trying to kill me?" Harry hissed.
The blond didn't answer, instead he took a couple of steps forward until he stopped in front of Harry.
"So" he started, scanning the half-naked boy, eventually settling on his green eyes "I shall congratulate you on winning today" he said indifferently.
Harry gulped, a spark of fear going down his spine when he thought what Malfoy was capable of when pissed off. But he didn't find any sign of fury or jealousy on the other's face. Which was weird because every time the Gryffindors beat the Slytherins he spends at least a week throwing insults at Harry and his friends.
He furrowed his brows "You're not…you're not angry?"
Malfoy quirked a corner of his mouth "Angry? And why would I be?" he asked, his voice amused "I didn't tell you to lose, did I?"
"Um, not directly, but-..."
"I only said that if I'd won, I'd be in a good mood and do something nice, didn't I?"
Harry nodded his head hesitantly, blushing at the mention of Malfoy's promise.
"So, enjoy celebrating tonight" the Slytherin said. He made a move to leave but stopped and slowly turned back to Harry."Oh, Potter?" he tilted his head to the side and Harry looked at him questioningly "There's something I forgot about yesterday."
Harry lifted his brow "What?" he asked, feeling hot at the thought of what and where they were doing.
The blond approached him with a dangerous smirk on his face. "Your sit spots."
Harry's eyes widened immediately and he took a step back "W-what? Nononono" he held his hands up in a defensive way.
Malfoy reached for him and grabbed one of the thin wrists without saying anything.
"You said you wouldn't! Y-you…!" Harry accused, raising his voice in slight panic.
"I said I'm not angry" Malfoy teased "I never said I wouldn't punish you for winning the game."
"No! I-..That's ridiculous!" Harry protested. "You can't!"
"Oh, just watch me, Potter" the Slytherin said and tugged Harry's arm toward one of the benches. That was when Harry realized the situation was getting serious and it was most likely not a joke. As if he and Malfoy would ever share a joke.
"Malfoy, come on! You…you just did this yesterday! And it still hurts!" he wailed, trying to free himself from the tight grip of the blond's hand.
"Oh I really hope it does, Potter" Malfoy said and dragged him to a bench. He sat down and Harry noticed that the boy was still wearing his quidditch shirt and trousers.
"Um, what are you doing?" the Gryffindor asked, indicating Malfoy sitting on the bench. Maybe he changed his mind or just wanted to scare Harry off and in a moment will burst out laughing from his reactions?
But Malfoy just smirked "I'll have you bent over my knees when I spank your pretty arse."
Harry swallowed hard and his face paled instantly "What?! I'm not gonna-…Fuck no, Malfoy!"
The blond just lifted a single eyebrow. "You're gonna get it so hard for talking back, Potter, I promise you." With that he tugged at Harry's arm and pulled him over his knees, the Gryffindor letting out a shriek of surprise at the hard landing on his stomach.
Malfoy adjusted the boy so that he was lying across his lap with his legs falling freely and his head hanging down.
"Malfoy, don't! I'm serious, don't do it!" the black haired boy yelled, struggling fiercely, trying to wriggle away from the tight grip. The Slytherin didn't answer, but threw his arm across Harry's lower back and secured the Gryffindor with a tight grip, making sure he would stay in his place.
"Malfoy, listen to me! Are you even listening? Malfoy!" Harry kept yelling, trying to stop the other boy from going any further. Malfoy didn't seem to be bothered in the slightest by the loud protests. Instead he reached for the waistband of Harry's shorts and yanked them down to his knees.
"Hey! Malfoy, stop it!" Harry was kicking his legs in all directions but it didn't help him much; Malfoy was surprisingly strong. "Come on, don't do this, please."
"Oh? So now you're asking nicely?" Malfoy chuckled darkly, looking at the still flushed bottom "It's so red" he murmured to himself, teasing the irritated skin with his fingers, causing Harry to hiss sharply.
"Just let me go, Malfoy, please" he tried again.
The blond just sighed. "Too late, Potter."
He tugged Harry tighter against his stomach, raising his knee to push Harry forward and prop his bare bottom higher up in the air, exposing his sit spots.
"Nononono, don't, Malfoy!"
"Feel free to scream as much as you want, Potter. Because, trust me, you will" he warned before he raised his hand and brought it down with a hard smack.
Harry gasped immediately, feeling the sting and burn spreading on his buttocks "Ahh!" he yelped when the next spank came. And another, even harder. It seemed that the Slytherin was putting all his strength in each smack.
He was writhing in Malfoy's lap, when the blond kept spanking the most sensitive area, first drawing from Harry gasps and moans, which quickly turned into full-on shrieks and desperate squeals which echoed in the empty shower rooms, much to Malfoy's delight.
Soon his eyes filled with tears while Malfoy continued swatting the reddened, heated skin, focusing on the sit spots and Harry's thighs.
"Please, Malfoy!" he cried out "AH! Please!"
Malfoy ignored his screams like all the previous ones and kept on spanking the deeply red, burning butt. Harry didn't know what to do. He was in such pain that the screams didn't give him any kind of relief and he knew well that Malfoy would not stop until he was finished. He was tired of writhing and squirming in the other's lap; the only thing he could focused on was the loud sound of each swat and the sting it delievered to his aching bum. He was sure he would never sit again, not after the treatment Malfoy was giving to his abused buttocks.
Finally, Harry gave up and lay limply over Malfoy's knees, taking what he was receiving from the Slytherin. His screams turned into helpless whines and he continued to let out all the most pathetic noises, until, finally, he started sobbing brokenly. He cried, trembling in Malfoy's lap, not caring about his pride or being laughed at by the other boy.
He didn't even notice when Malfoy stopped spanking him. Even when he realized the swats weren't coming anymore, he still lay limply across Malfoy's lap. He couldn't bring himself to stop crying,the sound of his wailing the only thing heard in the room.
Malfoy watched the shaking body and automatically placed his hand on the spanked bottom and started rubbing the sore buttocks with his palm, like he always did. Harry let out a high pitched whine and clenched his fists when Malfoy teased the skin there and the blond quickly took his hand back, resting it instead on the boy's back in a comforting gesture. He was a bit taken aback by Harry's reaction; the boy had never cried this much – sobbed a bit, sure, but not like that. Well, to be fair, the spankings had never been this hard, but still, Draco didn't expect him to be so broken.
He let Harry cry, stroking his back gently. Long minutes passed, Harry's voice echoing in shower stalls, until finally his sobs turned into weaker weeping. Malfoy shifted slightly, carefully turning Harry the tiniest bit so that the upper body of the dark haired boy was facing him. Harry whined at the shift in position but almost immediately clasped his hands on Malfoy's shirt, where the fabric was covering his belly, clenching his fists tightly for comfort. He rested his head against Malfoy's hip and continued to sob quietly.
At some point Malfoy scooted Harry closer and pressed him tighter against his belly. He reached his free hand to tangle it in the black hair. He started stroking Harry's head, his slow movements matching the ones of the hand on the boy's back. He continued the actions as the sounds leaving Harry's mouth turned into gentle hiccups and occasional sniffs.
He looked down at the Gryffindor's face; his eyes were red but slightly open.
"I-It hurts so much" Harry choked out, his voice so small in the empty room.
Malfoy kept stroking his hair and back "I know" he said "You know it wouldn't be so hard if you didn't talk back, right?"
Harry hiccupped, his eyes wet from tears "Yeah" he sniffled "Please, don't do this ever again, please, it hurt so much."
"That is the purpose of spanking, Potter" Malfoy explained patiently, as if talking to a child, taking some of the strands of Harry's hair from his sweaty forehead "To teach you a lesson."
"I'll be good, I promise" Harry exclaimed "I'll be good, just please don't…not this hard, please. It just hurts so much."
"I won't" said Malfoy "At least not unless you do something that really asks for the harder smacks."
Harry shivered but nodded his head lightly, sniffling quietly.
"Want to lie in here a bit more?" Malfoy asked and saw Harry giving another small nod, his fists still tangled in Malfoy's quidditch shirt.
They stayed like that for a longer moment, until Malfoy realized that Harry was still pretty much naked, with his shorts tugged down to his knees. The blond debated pulling the underwear back on its rightful place, but he quickly abandoned the idea. Once his eyes rested on the abused bottom, still deeply red and probably stinging like hell, he couldn't take his eyes away from the round buttocks. His cock twitched in interest and he slowly moved his eyes to Potter's face. The Gryffindor had his eyes closed but surely wasn't asleep.
He moved his eyes lower and, noticing Harry's waking erection, he smirked. He must have gotten hard from being so close to the Slytherin. Malfoy quickly made a decision. He patted Harry on his head and the boy immediately opened his eyes.
"Go take a shower" Malfoy ordered in a gentle tone.
Harry watched him for a moment. He didn't want to get up. He wouldn't admit it aloud but he was feeling better from resting in Malfoy's lap, from the slow strokes on his back and in his hair. It felt safe and good. But he nodded eventually and climbed off the other's lap, standing on his slightly asleep from lying in the same position legs.
He walked up to the showers area and turned the water on, stepping under the hot stream. He let out a sigh when water hit the irritated skin of his bottom, but he forced himself to relax, letting his muscles unclench from all the stress and pain caused by both the match and the spanking.
In the meantime, Malfoy got up from the bench and started to undress. He kicked his shoes and socks off, he slipped his shirt over his head and reached down to undo his trousers when Harry turned to him, hearing all the shuffling.
Instantly, his green eyes went wide and his growing erection gave an intrigued twitch. His cheeks reddened as he was watching Malfoy taking off his trousers and underwear, not breaking the eye contact. Once the blond stood upright, Harry couldn't help himself and scanned the milky body up and down, giving a lingering look to the impressive, already semi hard cock. He let out a small breathy sound that didn't go unnoticed by Malfoy, who smirked under his nose and made his way towards him.
"Turn around" he instructed.
Harry followed the order almost automatically. He turned around and waited in anticipation, until he felt Malfoy standing right behind him, entering the hot stream.
He felt two long arms encircling his mid-section, one of the hands going straight up to stroke his chest, the second one slowly making its way downwards, to wrap its slender fingers around Harry's shaft.
He moaned at the touch and threw his head back, giving Malfoy an easy access to his ear.
"You know what I wanted to do had I won the match?" he purred, starting to pump Harry's prick slowly.
Harry shook his head "W-what?"
The Slytherin smirked to himself and lowered his voice even more "I wanted to suck you" he said.
Harry moaned at the idea, his eyes wide with shock and lust.
Content with the reaction he drew from the boy, Malfoy continued stroking Harry's erection and murmuring straight into his ear "I was going to take your cock and make you come with my mouth."
"Oh Malfoy, please" Harry panted "Please, yes, yes, do it, please" he asked fervently.
Draco chuckled darkly "You forgot I hadn't won, Potter" he whispered.
"Please" Harry whined. Now that he got the vision of Malfoy sucking him off, he was too turned on to not bring the vision to reality.
But Malfoy was relentless.
"I would love to but I can't" he explained, teasingly.
A woeful sound came from the Gryffindor's throat and Malfoy tightened his grip on his hard-on.
"Maybe next time" he said "If you're a good boy."
Harry gasped but the sound was quickly followed by a moan. Malfoy had wanted to suck him off. Fuck, he could have had his cock down the Slytherin's throat right now…He wondered what the blond's mouth would feel like around his dick. So hot and wet…
But his hands felt amazing too. Especially when Malfoy twisted his wrist slightly, making Harry buck his hips forward, trying to fuck into the tight heat of his fist. But the blond held him securely in place, letting out little chuckles whenever Harry squirmed against him and moved his hips.
Soon it became too much for Harry. He just really wanted to come, so, so badly.
"Gods, Malfoy" he moaned, the sound echoing in the stalls "Please. Please."
"Fuck, I love it when you beg, Potter" the blond whispered in a low voice thick with lust.
Hearing those words Harry let out a lingering groan "Please, Malfoy, for gods' sake, please move faster…"
Malfoy smirked under his nose and after giving two more torturously slow strokes he picked up the pace and started to pump Harry's cock more vigorously. The action was immediately answered by Harry's panting and helpless whines.
He hoped to tease the Gryffindor a bit more, but he found that he needed his release as well.
He turned Harry around in one swift motion and pushed him gently against the wall. At the contact Harry let out a hiss which was soon followed by a loud moan as Malfoy grabbed both of their cocks in his hand and started to pump up and down.
"Oh fuck" Harry keened, looking at the pale hand stroking them fast. The feeling of Malfoy's erection against his own, skin to skin, was absolutely amazing. It felt so incredibly good that he didn't know what he wanted more: to come or to keep it up for as long as they could to enjoy the feeling.
The sounds of their panting and groaning filled the room along with the slick sound of Malfoy's hand moving on both of them, and it didn't take long before Harry felt the familiar heat pooling in his lower belly. He tried to let Malfoy know, but when he opened his mouth the only sound that went out was a long moan he couldn't help.
He tried one more time and this time his ragged breath was heard in the stalls.
"Malfoy" he gasped "I'm…I'm gonna…oh god, gonna come, Malfoy, I'm gonna-…"
"Come" Malfoy rasped out "Come for me, Potter" he panted straight into Harry's ear "Come for me."
Harry let the pleasure take control over his body and squeezed his eyes shut, moaning loudly, the sound soon joined by the other boy's groan.
Malfoy continued stroking them through their orgasms, both of them shaking from the overwhelming pleasure.
Finally, Malfoy's hand stopped but remained on its place, holding both of their spent cocks. They stayed close, panting heavily in each other's ears, Malfoy supporting himself against the wall with his free hand and Harry leaning slightly on Malfoy's rhythmically raising and falling chest. Moments passed and their breaths were still shallow and uneven.
Malfoy was first to recover. When he caught his breath, he realized that the water had stopped running sometime during their play. He raised his hand, covered with the thick liquids, and looked questioningly at Harry. The boy wasn't even looking at him but at his cum-covered palm, his mouth slightly open. Malfoy smirked at that and lifted his hand to Harry's face, when the Gryffindor finally took his eyes away to look into Malfoy's grey pupils. He hesitantly grabbed Malfoy's wrist and licked a long stripe up his palm. Malfoy growled at the sight and watched in awe as Harry's tongue danced on his skin, slipping between the fingers, then taking each of them into his mouth to suck on them lightly. Harry cleaned the whole hand, savouring the mixture of their cums, whining quietly at the taste and Malfoy's watchful eye. Once he was done, he pulled back, his face blushing instantly when he saw the smirk on the blond's face.
"That bloody mouth, Potter, I swear" Malfoy murmured in a low voice, looking rather satisfied.
Harry flushed even more and turned his gaze away, suddenly realizing he was still sticky. He looked down.
"Um, we should, er, we probably should take a shower" he mumbled.
Malfoy nodded, amused with Harry's embarrassment, and reached to turn the shower head on.
Harry felt warm water hit his skin and he hummed in appreciation. He saw Malfoy taking soap from the nearest shelf and starting to clean himself. Harry's face heated up as he thought that he was taking a shower with Malfoy. Merlin, he and fucking Draco Malfoy, taking a shower together. Together-together. If someone had told him this a week ago he would have laughed right in their face. And there he was. Standing very naked with a very naked Malfoy next to him, just after their mutual orgasm. Fucking hell.
He grabbed the soap from Malfoy and made a quick work of cleaning himself, especially between his legs where he was still sticky.
Once they finished, Harry made his way towards the bench where he had left his quidditch robes. As he leaned to grab them, Malfoy picked up Harry's shorts and walked over to him from behind. His eyes fell on the bright red butt, obviously abused and probably stinging like hell. He stretched his arm and let his fingers stroke the sensitive skin of Harry's sit spots.
Instantly, the boy jumped, letting out a yelp of shock and pain. He turned around quickly, his wide eyes almost pleading Malfoy.
"Nonono" he whined.
"Calm down, I just wanted to check."
Harry frowned and looked at the blond a bit warily "It still hurts. A lot" he mumbled.
Malfoy nodded and gave him the shorts. They got dressed, back into quidditch shirts and trousers, because neither of them had brought any clothes for change. Well, Harry hadn't exactly expected the things to go that way so he had hoped to come back to the dressing rooms in a towel, but with Malfoy around he thought it would be better to have something on, before they get hard again and spend another hour in here. Not that he couldn't control himself; after all, Malfoy wasn't that attractive.
They nodded each other goodbyes and left to their locker rooms. Once Harry got to the Gryffindor ones, he changed into his clothes in less five minutes and left in a hurry, making his way back to the castle.