Chapter 9

Harry's POV

"Now why would I want to move... when I have you in such a deliciously enticing position."

Harry gulped and backed away slightly from the advancing tall blonde vision of perfection. Draco seemed relentless though and eventually Harry's naked wet body was firmly pressed against the cool dampness of the showers tiled wall, sending a shiver down his spine. Emerald eyes wide with anticipation of all the possibilities that could now happen between them if only the smirking blonde would let his own strategically placed towel drop from those slender pale hips of his sent Harry's dirty little teenage mind racing.

When two slender palms were placed either side of his head and Draco's pink tongue snaked over his pouting lips seductively in front of his wide emerald eyes Harry knew he was done for. He couldn't help but gasp when those same wet peachy soft lips brushed decadently across his earlobe. Silver blonde hair falling like a soft veil against his face, drips of water cascading over them both and Draco's words, simple and straight to the point huskily purred so close to his ear he could feel the Slytherin's hot breath ghosting the dripping wet hair around the side of his damp neck.

"I know you want me... I can tell"

All Harry wanted to do at that moment in time in the steam filled wet shower was to roughly pull the smirking cool boy towards him, he was so hard now and couldn't help but whimper when Draco's slender fingertips brushed against his angry erection. He mentally fought with his body not to moan out loud at the others sinful touch or to thrust himself wantonly against the teasing hand which in the few seconds that it lingered there against his throbbing cock offered so much to be taken away cruelly denying him the pleasure he sought with a slight chuckle from the arrogant boy's open mouth. Bastard! Harry mentally cursed refusing to give in to his hormones and keeping his hands firmly planted against the wet tiles at his side ,vowing not to throw himself at his nemesis like a pathetic schoolgirl it just wasn't his style. Gryffindor values and a sense of pride always getting the better of him in the end...well eventually.

He felt himself visibly shaking as Draco eventually backed off, hips swaying seductively in a begging to be fucked way as he sauntered off trademark smirk still perfectly in place across his peach soft sinful lips. The blonde was obviously toying with him and as his white towel was thrown across at him with an audible laugh, Harry decided mentally he would never give in to his raging teen hormones preferring to pleasure himself alone rather than admit he wanted the now departing boy so much that he feared his heart or cock would burst from holding back his true feelings.

"Fuck you Malfoy" He hissed between clenched white teeth as his hands caught the towel with the lightening reflexes that only a true seeker could posses.

After draping it loosely around his slim hips Harry made for the privacy of the Gryffindor changing rooms, knowing that at least when he reached them he could finish jacking off in peace without the prying gray eyes of Draco Malfoy winding their gaze seductively over his aroused body like a cat stalking its prey. To his anger the blonde was already dressed albeit casually, Harry noticed at once even through his blurred vision that the usual immaculate blonde had shock horror missed a few buttons on his shirt exposing the smooth alabaster pale skin of his slightly toned chest, silver and green tie hung loosely around his neck like a slumbering serpent.

With a defiant scowl Harry went to push past the ice cool boy who for a few seconds seem to just stand and stare at him quite lustfully, letting down his guard perhaps before resuming the ice cold sneer that the blonde seemed to reserve just for him. Not wanting anymore confrontations now as his head was starting to pound from its knock against the goal posts during the match, Harry decided to walk straight past Draco instead who had now taken to leaning against the wall in a jeering manner, returning the arrogant sneer with much relish even though his vision was somewhat blurred on the way to his house's lion crested changing room door.

Yes Malfoy even Gryffindors can sneer when they want to.

Once inside Harry summoned his wand from where he had left it on the bench and sat down twirling it in between his thumb and forefinger for a few moments as if to calm himself down. His headache was now getting steadily worse as Madame Pomfrey had warned him, standing up slowly he finished drying himself off then turned the towel to his wet raven locks roughing them up so that they looked even more tousled and dishevelled than usual. Pointing his wand at his locker he mumbled a charm to unlock it then set about getting dressed his relentless erection with a mind of its own would just have to wait until later, a visit to the hospital wing to pick up some more headache potion was now top priority followed by a walk in the grounds to clear his thoughts and hopefully cool off his lusty feelings for his Slytherin nemesis if after the blonde's actions under the shower that was now at all possible.

Harry wanted Draco full stop.