Chapter 5
Harry's POV
"Well, well, well what do we have here then?" Harry snickered trying not to laugh out loud at the blonde stood before him wearing little to the imagination." Why a little snotty nosed ferret in a towel that's what" He taunted while flicking a small clod of mud from his filthy quidditch robes on to the blonde's pale chest. Running a hand through his matted raven locks, Harry made his way to the Gryffindor changing rooms resisting the urge to gaze back at the arrogant blonde's partially clothed body.
Harry peeled off his quidditch robes with a heavy sigh, glad to be rid of the filthy clothes covered in a mixture of sweat, sand and caked on dried mud. He grinned to himself as he couldn't help but wonder what state he had left Madame Pomfrey's pristine crisp hospital sheets in…muddy quidditch robes on the white cotton only adding more fuel to Madame Pomfrey's renowned hatred of the game. Frowning again at his stupidity at loosing the match and giving the snitch to his blonde arrogant rival on a plate, he threw them into a vacant linen basket in the corner of the Gryffindor locker rooms with a huff….thank Merlin there were the house elves that took care of the washing at Hogwarts.
House elves automatically made him think of Hermione as the two came practically hand in hand, shaking his head he lazily took off his shorts and threw them in after his robes, his bushy haired friend would probably have scoffed and protested about house elf rights, spawning yet another S.P.E.W lecture to him at his thoughts had they been said aloud in her presence….he and Ron had hidden their badges and certificates a long time ago.
Taking a quick look around the deserted room before departing for a long warm shower, his emerald eyes fell on a maroon and gold house scarf lying discarded under one of the benches, he walked over and gently picked up the knitted garment noticing the initials sewn neatly into the end of it…G.W.A poignant reminder of his carelessness, another heavy sigh left his lips as he placed the scarf down on the bench…if only he hadn't been so distracted by the other. Making a mental note to return it to the red head later he grabbed a clean towel and slung it roughly around his slim hips before crossing the small corridor into the communal boy's showers, wondering as he entered the steam filled room if Malfoy had sneaked in.
He shivered a little as the charmed water seemed to take more time than usual adjusting to his desired temperature, and then relaxed as it washed over his mud streaked body. Harry searched around blindly for some soap amongst the steam, being without his glasses in a steam filled room not particularly an advantage to the short sighted Gryffindor. Finding it on a small ledge he began to slowly soap his aching body while in his mind he re-lived the afternoon's disappointing match, mulling over the chase for the snitch and Malfoy's mouth. The blonde's soft pink lips and suggestive flick of his serpent tongue had been his downfall.
As his soaped hands brushed against the already aroused area between his thighs Harry couldn't help wrapping his fingers around his hardness, his mind drifting as he lazily slid his hand up and down to Draco's towel covered slim hips and the way his blonde hair tumbled over his cold gray eyes. Soon his strokes were coming faster and more urgent, he rested his forehead against the cold wet tiles as a small moan passed his slightly open mouth. With the image of the blonde kneeling before him was just too much, soft pink lips wrapped around his erection and silver blonde hair resting against his stomach, Harry swallowed his hips now uncontrollably thrusting his slick cock into his palm and slowly bringing himself to the sweet point of orgasm.
"Oh…fuck" He hissed through clenched white teeth. He was so close…
The raven haired wizard was so wrapped up in his quest for a damn good orgasm that he was pretty oblivious to the pair of icy gray eyes that were watching his every move like a predator. It wasn't until the other spoke, breaking the sound of the warm running water and his soft gentle moans with his slow drawl that Harry had any idea that anyone else was in there. Harry froze on the spot, feeling vulnerable with his nakedness and with what his hand was doing. Out of instinct his left hand shot to join his right to cover his privates from the others uncomfortable gaze. Goosebumps covered his body making the fine dark hairs on his arms stand on end and he was blushing like some naïve young girl on her wedding night. Warm water still sprayed over his slightly tanned skin, running down in droplets onto his face and hair as he tried to squint in the direction of to where the others voice had came.
"Come to gloat have we Malfoy?" The tone in his voice as sarcastic as he had intended, still squinting for the body to the voice. His hands still covering his embarrassment and refusing to search for his glasses for him. Even if he summoned them wandless he would need to grasp them from the air…exposing himself to the blonde was not an option here…yet.