Chapter 6
Draco's POV
"Well, well, well what do we have here then? Why a little snotty nosed ferret in a towel that's what"
He stared at Harry in awe. Draco had been beating himself up over this boy, this raven haired, emerald eyed, monster that had plagued Draco's mind the whole time that he had remained in the changing room. Although he didn't blame Potter for his reaction, it still caused a twinge of upset and ache in his heart. It wasn't fair that he could be tormented so by the Gryffindor seeker, especially after he had considered the boy's feelings and his upset. But then again Harry wasn't to know that, and Draco had been a subject of Harry's torment for so long, that it was almost cruel. He winced as Harry flicked mud on his freshly washed chest, he gasped at both the coldness of the mud and the audacity of Harry's actions. It was just a good thing that Draco had his victory to gloat about or he might have attacked the raven haired boy. He didn't say anything for the time being and merely glared as he moved from Draco's sight, to unchange he presumed. He took a deep and much needed breath before he stepped into the place where he was going to change. He moved his clothes to the side and grabbed his wand and pushed it into the depths of his cloak pocket, he may need it later, but for now it was unnecessary to have it out on show.
He closed his eyes and ran his pale and slender fingers through his longish, sleek blonde hair and snapped his eyes open again, he peered at the ceiling above him and frowned slightly to view a name carved deep into the wood above the door. James Potter. He groaned, it seemed the Potter family were the bane of his existence. There must be a greater plan to go with all of this hassle, maybe the fact that he had been thinking of Harry and then all of a sudden he appeared, was something to think about. Maybe it was fate that he was constantly running into Potter, and it always seemed to be in a slightly awkward position, on Draco's part, mainly. He yawned, it was getting late indeed, maybe he would give the victory party a miss, and just wander of to his bed chambers. The best part of being the head boy was the fact that he had his own room. He looked down at his chest and noticed the mud that Harry had flicked onto him was still there, he had been so deep in thought he had forgotten all about it, he had to go and shower for a third time now. Hopefully Harry had already finished and he would be left in peace. He creaked the door of his secluded changing room open and walked lazily towards the shower room, clutching the towel around his waist to keep it there.
He heard fumbling as he turned into the shower room, the room was well steamed up, meaning that Harry was still there, he rolled his eyes and was about to turn to leave and wait for Potter to go. Until his eyes landed upon the most deliciously strange enticing sight that he had witnessed in a long time. Harry James Potter, the boy who lived, the most loved of all the modern day heroes, stood naked and from what Draco could see, he was having a lot more fun on his own than Draco had thought possible from the emerald eyed wonder. This was too brilliant a sight for him to keep his mouth shut. He leaned against the tiled entrance way and stifled a snicker, but couldn't prevent a smirk from creeping onto his lips. He stared for a while until he couldn't hold back anymore, the amount of insults he could come up with at this point was unbelievable, but he would savour this moment and simply cleared his throat before speaking in a gruff and mocking tone. He stifled laughter through his words.
"Oh…fuck"
"Well, well, well, what do we have here then? The famous Harry Potter, playing with himself, now if that isn't a sight to see."
He held back as much as he could, he had to do it, he had burst into a raging fit of laughter, holding his stomach tight and clutching at the wall to keep himself from collapsing. He calmed down eventually and straightened himself, in one way atleast. For it was well known that Draco, batted for both teams, to put it lightly. He noticed the boy shy away and cover his parts quickly after being spotted. Draco coughed through another fit of laughter.
"Come to gloat have we Malfoy?"
"Oh no my dear Potter, I merely came in here to clean off the mess that you had put on me." He pointed to the mud on his chest. "But this is a rare thing to witness indeed." Another fit of laughter consumed him. "Well I must say, I never could have possibly thought that you of all people would do something like that, but then again I guess I don't know you well enough yet Potter."
He smirked devilishly and walked over to the blushing boy and stood towering over him. Draco had become considerable in height over the years, thankful to his father's genes. His steely grey eyes leered lazily down at the raven haired boy. Now this was a lot more fun than an hour or two of enduring the screams and shouts of his fellow slytherins as they sung in favour of their house and cussing at Gryffindor. Oh yes this was much fun indeed.