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See disclaimer in Chapter 1.

Chapter warnings for slash. The pairing is Harry/Draco. Thanks to Bcandii, DamaskRose, Ms. Marauder-Cullen and Krystalluvstwilight for asking to see the Quidditch pitch and locker room!

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Harry squinted at the scoreboard, groaning when he realized Slytherin had scored twice since he'd last checked. Gryffindor was still winning, but not by the margin it needed. If they didn't manage a huge win today then Ravenclaw would take the Quidditch Cup.

"– looks like Malfoy may have spotted the Snitch!" Zacharias Smith yelled from the announcer's box, his voice rising with excitement. There was no love lost between the Hufflepuff and the Slytherins, but for some reason he hated Harry even more. His commentary had been slanted toward the snakes all game long.

Harry's head snapped around, scanning the sky for Draco. He was halfway across the pitch, crouched low over his broom and in hot pursuit of something. Harry couldn't see the Snitch, though, so he kept circling the pitch, half his attention on Draco and the other half looking for the telltale glint of gold.

He heard the crowd groan in disappointment as Draco abandoned his feint, looping up to Harry's level. Harry grinned, knowing Draco must be cursing a blue streak since he hadn't fallen for the ruse.

"It looks like the Snitch has eluded both Seekers for the moment. Potter has the better broom, but can he hope to beat Malfoy's superior flying ability?" Smith said, and Harry wanted to fly up to the box and smack the smile off his face. Superior flying ability his arse.

He blocked out the crowd noise as he re-settled himself on his broom, not wanting the cheers to disrupt him. He could still hear Smith's commentary, but his focus was back in place. He watched Ginny get a shot past Slytherin's Keeper, pumping his fist in the air in celebration as the score was upped another notch. They just needed a few more like that one and they'd be home free if he could catch the Snitch.

Draco streaked by him, a blur of green uniform and white-blond hair. Harry bent over his broom, taking off after him. He could see the Snitch in the distance, and he needed to keep Draco from getting to it without grabbing it himself. Cursing, he put on a burst of speed, drawing even with the Slytherin.

"Back off, Potter!" Draco yelled, kicking his foot out to try to destabilize Harry's broom.

"Fuck you!" Harry yelled back, winking saucily at the blond as he spoke. He saw Draco's focus waiver momentarily, but it wasn't enough of a distraction to keep his eye from the prize.

"It looks like the infamous rivalry between the Seekers is in full force!" Smith chortled, narrating their fight for the Snitch. "Words are being exchanged, and I think Potter just used a rude hand gesture. Surely that's a penalty?"

Whatever else Smith said was lost as the crowd screamed. Draco hooked his boot around the back of Harry's Firebolt, creating enough drag to slow the dark-haired boy down. Using his position to push himself forward, Draco lunged toward the Snitch, his gloved hand closing around it just as Harry twisted free.

"Slytherin's caught the Snitch!" Smith screamed, his cries cutting through the cheers and boos from the stands. "Slytherin wins! Slytherin wins 170 to 80! Malfoy puts Potter in his place once and for all!"

"Smith!" McGonagall roared, glaring at him from the box. The Hufflepuff didn't even look chagrined, though, smirking at the huddle of dejected Gryffindor players gathering on the pitch.

"The Quidditch Cup goes to Ravenclaw this year, folks!" he yelled, and a great cheer went up from that section of the stands. "Gryffindor and the Great Harry Potter –"

Whatever he was about to say was lost as Hermione Silenced him, earning herself a satisfied nod from the Headmistress. Smith kept talking, looking enraged when he realized what she'd done. She smirked, glaring at him in challenge. It was such a departure from her normal staid Head Girl demeanor that it finally succeeded in doing what the charm hadn't fully been able to do – shock him into silence.

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"Oh come on, Harry," Ginny pouted, perching herself in his lap and squeezing his cheeks. "A party's a party, whether it's for a victory or as consolation."

He glared at her, dropping his knee so she slid off and hit the floor of the locker room.

"Oi, Ginny!" Ron cried, appalled at his sister's behavior. She stood with a frown, brushing a bit of dried mud of her skirt. Harry hadn't showered or changed yet, and he was a mess. She looked up when Hermione slipped in the door, her hostile expression only growing when she saw who it was.

"Seamus is waiting for you outside," Hermione said with a pointed look, chasing the girl out the door. The rest of the team had long since left the locker room; only Harry, Ginny and Ron had remained behind. "You go too, Ron. I'll be along shortly. I think Lavender was asking after you."

Ron grinned, his eyes lighting at the mention of Lavender's name. They'd lost, but with any luck he'd be able to talk her into a consolation shag, which almost made up for it.

"Thank fucking Merlin," Draco huffed, pulling the Invisibility Cloak off himself and Luna. She rolled her eyes at him, taking a step away. He hadn't showered, either, and he was a sweaty mess, even this long after the game.

"Thanks Hermione," Harry said, nodding to her. She grinned at them, curtseying low.

"You're sure you can work the camera yourselves?" she asked, backing toward the door. She and Neville would explain away Harry's absence from the party. Pansy and Blaise would have a harder time covering for Draco, since he'd made the winning catch.

Luna nodded, pulling the camera from her pocket. She pointed her wand at it, humming in approval when an elongated tripod grew out of the bottom. She winked at the two boys, pointing the lens at the now-empty showers.

"I'll leave you to it, then," Hermione said, blowing a kiss in their direction. The other three laughed, watching her sashay out the door with exaggerated movements. Harry shot a strong Locking Spell at the door after she'd left, adding a Silencing Charm and an Imperturbable Charm for good measure.

Luna started the camera, perching on a nearby bench. When Harry made to take his clothes off, she shook her head, pointing him toward the camera.

"You want me to strip?" he asked, laughing incredulously.

"I want you both to strip. And then get in the showers."

Draco grinned, pulling Harry toward the showers.

"Tough loss today," he whispered in his ear, laughing when Harry growled. "Your arse is mine."

Harry snorted, looking up at Luna to make sure they were where she wanted them.

"To the victor go the spoils?"

Draco kissed him hard, taking Harry off guard. He ran his hands over the muddied Quidditch leathers, loving the way it felt under his palms.

"Something like that," he said, backing up to unfasten Harry's trousers. He worked the stiff, wet leather down golden thighs, his own trousers becoming uncomfortably tight when he saw Harry was already fully hard.

"Well look at this. Harry Potter, all hot and bothered by the Seeker who beat him?" Draco teased, kissing Harry again and then kneeling before him, pulling off Harry's shoes and helping him step out of the trousers. He stood again, pushing his leather-clad crotch against Harry's. The dark-haired boy hissed at the roughness of the leather against his sensitive skin but pushed back, grinding against him.

Draco groaned, sliding the Gryffindor tunic up over toned abs. Harry raised his arms, letting Draco pull the sweaty shirt over his head. As soon as he was free of it, he brought his mouth down on Draco's nipping at his full bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue, teasing along the skin and then delving inside his mouth, stroking Draco's tongue with his own.

He slipped his fingers under Draco's waistband, unfastening his trousers and slowly edging the zipper down. Draco bucked his hips forward, moaning into Harry's mouth when the other boy snaked his hand inside and wrapped it around his cock.

"No pants? In these?" Harry asked, pulling back from the kiss in surprise, tugging at the Quidditch leathers.

"Anti-chafing Charm," Draco said breathlessly, pulling Harry close again and moving against his hand.

Harry shrugged, working the trousers down over the curve of Draco's arse and letting them fall to the floor. The blond kicked out of his boots, the leather trousers slithering the rest of the way off. He pushed Harry toward the showers, pulling his tunic off as he followed him toward the steamy spray.

Harry ducked his head under the water, letting it flatten his hair and stream down his body, washing away the sweat and grime of the game. He jumped when he felt soapy hands cup his arse cheeks, squeezing the firm muscles before moving up and massaging his aching back.

"Mmm," he groaned, relaxing into Draco's touch. The hot water and firm hands were erasing hours of being bent over his broom.

He sighed when the hands slipped around his torso, delving lower until they found his cock and balls. Draco wrapped one soapy hand around his shaft and cupped his balls with the other, both of them sliding against his skin deliciously. He pressed back against the hard cock that was nestled between his arse cheeks, making Draco hiss with pleasure when he moved, the soap letting Draco's erection slide freely between them.

Draco bent his head, kissing the side of Harry's neck as he stroked him, making sure to glide his palm over the head of his cock every few beats. Harry sagged against him, making it hard for him to stand.

He nudged Harry with his cock again, and the dark-haired boy took a step forward, bracing himself against the shower wall with both hands and spreading his legs as far as he comfortably could. Draco made a low sound of approval, abandoning Harry's cock in favor of working two soapy fingers inside him. Harry pushed back against his fingers, wiggling his hips slightly to deepen the contact. Draco didn't wait for more of an invitation; slicking his cock with more suds, he positioned himself at Harry's entrance, holding onto his hips as he pushed his way inside.

The angle was difficult to maintain, but neither of them cared. Draco focused on holding tightly to Harry's hips as he used them as leverage to pump in and out of him, and Harry bent his left arm against the wall, leaning heavily on it and resting his head in the crook of his elbow as he fisted himself with his right. His cock was still soapy enough from Draco's teasing that his hand moved over it easily, the slipperiness adding to his excitement and pleasure.

Draco's thighs and back were burning with the strain of the position, but he hardly noticed the pain, too caught up in the soft moans Harry was making and the way Harry's tight channel seemed to squeeze his cock even more than usual. He couldn't thrust all the way inside like he usually did, but it didn't matter – he could feel his orgasm building in his belly, and it wasn't long before he was crying out Harry's name and pulsing inside him.

Harry gritted his teeth as he heard Draco come, pumping his fist even faster along his shaft. He muttered a warning to Draco, knowing the blond wouldn't want to be inside him when he came, since his cock was usually so sensitive after his own release. Just as Draco pulled out, Harry came as well, the spray from the shower washing way the evidence of his release almost as quickly as it hit the wall.

He laughed as soon as he'd caught his breath, pushing away from the wall and turning to kiss Draco, pulling him back under the hot water to rinse the remaining soap off their bodies.

"You might have beaten me to the Snitch, Malfoy," he purred, letting his hands wander over Draco's body, "but I won that round."

Draco frowned at him, his brows furrowed.

"Speed isn't always a good thing, you know," Harry teased, casting a meaningful glance between their bodies.

"Bastard," Draco growled, pushing Harry back against the wall and crashing their mouths together again, his growing erection pressed against Harry's hip. "I'll show you speed."

Luna laughed from off camera, drawing both their attention. She stepped forward, careful to avoid the spray and steam from the shower.

"Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter shagging in the Quidditch locker room after a match," she said, looking over her shoulder at them and winking. "Cut."

She shrieked when Harry's arm shot out, grabbing her jumper and pulling her under the water with them.

"We need a referee, I think," he said, rucking up her top as Draco worked on her skirt. They had her naked in seconds.

"I'm your girl then, gentlemen," she said with a wicked smile. "A test of endurance, if I'm not mistaken? Let's begin."

TBC

Author's note: Wouldn't you love to be Luna? *drools* We have about six chapters left, I think. Thanks for all your great pairing and room suggestions!