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Chapter Three – Quidditch Hotties – Part II

Harry and Draco

"Ginger's a bit amped up, don't you think?" Draco asked Harry as they sauntered down the underground tunnels beneath the Golden Snitch Stadium. Having spent a lot of time in the stadium when they had both played for England, they knew the passages fairly well. Especially the ones that had the least foot traffic, as those were the ones Oliver Wood always found them in having a brief, passionate snog.

"I think she's just nervous," the bespectacled man said in mild defence of his ex-girlfriend. "After all, this is the biggest thing she's done for Playwitch. She's bound to be a bit nervous about it."

"Don't see why," Draco said. "From what I've heard, she felt more than comfortable with Oliver Wood when she shot that scandalous spread."

Harry chuckled.

"From what I've heard, Oliver wasn't exactly complaining."

They walked together in silence for a few minutes before Draco's brow furrowed slightly.

"I'm amazed she was able to command McLaggen's attention like that," he commented. "That man has the attention span of a fruit fly."

"Ginny's used to ordering blokes about," Harry replied. "Doesn't matter who. I think that was one of the problems when we were dating. Well," he grinned slightly, glancing at the blond man next to him. "That and the fact that I was fixating on a certain aristocratic Slytherin."

A smile tugged at his lover's lips.

"I don't know who you mean," he said, shooting Harry an arched eyebrow.

Harry chuckled and shook his head as they reached the entry way. Falling in love with Draco Malfoy was the absolute last thing Harry had expected of himself as he entered the halls of Hogwarts his sixth year – especially after Draco's foot had none-too-gently made contact with Harry's nose on the Hogwarts Express. With every day that had passed, however, Harry had found himself watching Draco with less of a hateful eye and more of an appreciation of the pureblood's devastating good looks.

Of course, things turned around a bit once Harry realized that Draco was not the cold-hearted, manipulative bully he pretended to be half the time. But even now – five years after their graduation from Hogwarts – the idea of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy being lovers still confused the hell out of those who had experienced their heated duels.

Pushing open the doors to leave the stadium, the wind whipped around them suddenly, blowing cold rain against their faces. Harry wrapped his cloak around himself tighter but as Draco reached for his, he realized that it wasn't around his shoulders like he had initially thought.

The blond groaned.

"I left my cloak in the locker rooms," he said.

"Leave it," Harry said. "I need to shower and we have to meet Ron at the Leaky later."

Draco gave his boyfriend an incredulous look.

"Shower? We've just spent several hours in a shower!"

Harry fixed Draco with a stern look.

"It wasn't a real shower. I want to take a real shower...with soap."

"Why on earth didn't you take one this morning?"

Harry rolled his eyes.

"Because you were in the bathroom fixing your hair for 30 minutes, that's why. Bit stupid, really, considering you knew we were going to be doing a photo shoot in water today."

"Potter, not all of us can get away with looking like we've just rolled out of bed. Some of us have a bit of decency and a reputation to uphold."

Harry heaved a sigh, in no mood to get into a cosmetic argument with his slightly-vain lover.

"Go on. Go get your cloak. Quickly, though, please."

"Yeah yeah...like I'm so eager to see Weasley tonight," Draco mumbled as he turned and started back down the passage.

Had someone told him ten years ago, when he was at school and in the midst of a massive rivalry with Harry, that he would end up being in a deeply-committed, highly-satisfying relationship with the man, Draco would have hexed the person who told him and laughed hysterically while doing it. But there was something about Harry that had grown on him - especially after he had posed topless on the cover of Witch Weekly with a sheepish smile and the headline saying "Yup...I'm Gay."

Simple, effective, and to the point, Draco had kept that issue for longer than he cared to admit, if only to gaze into the fathomless emerald eyes of the man who would one day become his lover.

Sighing slightly as the image of Harry's naked body earlier that day drifted into his mind, Draco pushed open the door of the locker room.

He froze at the image in front of him and had to rub his eyes to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.

Cormac McLaggen's naked body was moulded to the soft, curvaceous form of Romilda Vane, his impressive cock - which Harry and Draco had both snuck looks at when they thought the other wasn't looking - buried deep within the moaning witch. But to make matters even more interesting, a third body - clothed but the cloth clinging to her curves from the pouring water around them - was standing between them, her red hair plastered to her freckled skin as her lips leaned in to take Romilda's dusky nipple into her mouth.

Draco's jaw dropped.

Deciding that he had seen entirely too much female flesh for one lifetime, Draco tried to leave but found himself staring at Cormac's back. He sucked in a breath as he watched the Adonis's arse flex and relax, the muscles constricting and relaxing with every thrust he made into Romilda's body. Draco felt himself getting hard at the sight of the gorgeous man, and he briefly allowed himself a moment of fantasy as he replaced Romilda's form with his own and Ginny's with Harry's.

Harry.

The thought of his boyfriend waiting for him was the only thing stopping him from staying there. Grabbing his cloak from the locker, he turned on his heel and walked out of the room, the door swinging loudly and his footsteps echoing off the stone walls as he hurried back towards his waiting lover. When he rounded a corner to the entry way, he saw Harry leaning against the wall, his arms crossed loosely and his stance casual.

Draco had to swallow the odd feeling of excitement whenever he saw Harry standing like that. There was something rebellious to it - like Harry did it just to prove to others that he didn't give a shit what they thought - but Draco knew it came naturally to Harry. The man exuded confidence - not like Draco, whose confidence tended to manifest itself in arrogance - but a comfort about himself that Draco had only seen after the war was over and Harry was finally allowed a moment's peace from the darkness that had been plaguing his life for the previous 17 years.

"There you are," Harry said, smiling slightly as Draco approached him. "You ready?"

"No," Draco said, his voice coming out husky as the image of Cormac's undulating body wrapped itself around his mind and threw his body into a quiver of sexual anticipation.

"No?" Harry asked, his brow furrowing. "Why? Did Ginny say something? Do we have to go back?"

Unable to answer such silly questions in his current state, Draco grabbed his boyfriend's collar and pulled him to him in a hot, searing kiss. Harry groaned slightly, surprised by his lover's enthusiasm as Draco was never one for overtly-public displays of affection. But soon he had his hands running through Draco's hair as Draco's hands ran down Harry's chest to cup his growing erection.

"Where is the closest private enclosure?" Draco breathed in Harry's ear as he massaged Harry's cock through his trousers.

Harry panted.

"I...um...under the stands, I think," he managed to choke out before catching Draco's lips once more, unsure why his lover was suddenly so affectionate but not questioning it for fear that it would go away as quickly as it appeared.

Draco pulled away and grabbed Harry's hand, leading him out into the pouring rain and quickly ducking under the metal structure that held seating for the stadium. Water dripped on the cold ground beneath their feet but it was dry in most places and that was all that mattered as the blond attacked Harry's lips again, nipping hard at the Boy-Who-Conquered's lower lip as he ran his hands along the hem of Harry's t-shirt.

"Dr...Draco..." Harry stuttered as Draco's fingers skimmed his skin, placing cool palms against his warm chest.

"Yes?" Draco all but purred, grinning slightly as Harry groaned.

"Not that I'm complaining..." he started, sucking in a breath as he watched his lover start to sink to his knees. "But what brought this about?"

Draco's silver eyes danced with mischief.

"Oh," he said evasively. "I suddenly had the urge to suck you off in a place where your ex-girlfriend was only a few feet away. Nothing too special."

Harry gasped as Draco unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his cock.

Draco wrapped his lips around Harry's already-straining member, the tip leaking its salty pre-cum that he couldn't resist swiping clean with his tongue. Harry's hips bucked at the unexpected sensation, moaning as his lover hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard.

"Fuck Draco, stop teasing me," he groaned when Draco still hadn't touched him, his mouth resisting the urge to sink lower.

The blonde smirked up at him, before lowering an inch, knowing exactly what to do and how to do it well. As in all aspects of life, when a Malfoy set out to do something, he made sure he was better than everyone else. In this case, servicing one's lover became almost an art form, and he knew every subtle sign to say that his was thoroughly enjoying himself.

The bespectacled man's head dropped back, his fingers gripping the silky blond strands in front of him, urging Draco lower still. Draco all too willingly complied, his hands coming up to grip Harry's length as he began his pumping, teasing torture.

Harry became so lost to the feel of lips and hands and tongue on him that he completely forgot they were in a very public place. Draco, however, was very aware of their precarious position and relished the potential danger that getting caught posed. It was an erotic thrill to know anyone could round the corner and find them mid-coitus.

Draco sucked as he pulled back and plunged quickly down with each thrust of Harry's hips, his hands reaching between the other man's legs to cup his balls, earning him another satisfied moan.

"You have..." Harry panted, "No idea... how good..."

Draco smirked at Harry's inability to form a coherent sentence and hummed happily against the throbbing cock in his mouth. The Boy-Who-Conquered shuddered violently at the new sensation and felt his lover's fingers dip further between his legs, finding the tight ring of muscle there and gently massaging it with his forefinger.

Draco pulled back, running his tongue up and down the length of the glistening, pulsing cock he loved to worship, staring up at Harry as the man shuddered and gripped on to anything that would hold him upright.

"Are you going to cum for me, baby?" Draco asked deeply, his tongue tracing circles around the heart shaped head as Harry panted, a fine sweat breaking out on his forehead.

"Want to...want to..." he gasped, throwing his head back as the muscles in his neck strained.

"Want to what?" Draco asked, blowing gently as Harry thrust his hips into the cool air.

"...cum inside you," the black-haired Seeker finally gasped out, tugging Draco's hair until the pureblood was forced to stand.

Harry pulled Draco to him desperately, crashing their lips together violently as his hands flew to his belt and roughly shoved down his perfectly pressed pants. Draco didn't mind, however. He was equally as desperate to feel the aching, throbbing cock rubbing against his own.

This was what he loved best about Harry: the lack of foreplay and the almost desperate need to be together that never seemed to fade. They barely had to do anything to each other to be hard enough to want pound the other down to nothing. Maybe it was a result of so many years of contention – maybe they were just that comfortable around each other – but all Draco cared about was that when Harry wanted him, he wanted him now, and he was always happy to comply.

Once freed of his pants, Harry roughly pulled back from his lover, almost shoving him face first in to the metal frame behind him. Draco stepped out of his pants and spread his legs, looking over his shoulder as Harry adjusted his glasses, located his wand, and muttered several well-learnt charms that had them both able and prepared for rough, public sex.

They smiled at each other as Harry took another step toward him, his hands coming back to run under his pressed shirt, all the way down to his buttocks where he took a moment to worship the hard flesh beneath his palms.

"Who's teasing now?" he asked, a moment before he felt Harry's finger dip further down.

He gasped and writhed as one pumping finger became two, scissoring inside of him, urging the muscles to relax and give. Harry's mouth was hot against his neck, his whispered words erotic and encouraging, sending Draco into a dizzying erotic haze. He could feel his lover's cock, hard and throbbing against his thigh and pushed back into him, silently asking for more.

Pulling back, Harry rested one hand on Draco's lower back, spreading his cheeks and guiding his almost aching member to where his fingers had previously been tormenting him. The blond moaned and dropped his head back to rest his cheek against Harry's, panting as the large phallus entered him slowly.

"We shouldn't be doing this here," Harry moaned when he had sunk to the hilt, holding still as the tight muscles clenched around him painfully.

"Don't you dare stop now," Draco growled, panting and turning his head to kiss his lover once more.

"I don't think I could if I wanted to," Harry gasped when he pulled his head away, wrapping his arms around Draco's taut waist and slowly pulling his hips back.

Draco moaned and closed his eyes, shuddering when Harry began a slow rhythm, thrusting high and hard in to him. With each thrust he gained momentum, his fingers splaying down the blonde's stomach until he found his bouncing cock, clumsily taking him in hand and pumping to the game of push and pull.

It was Draco's turn to become an incoherent mess, feeling his balls tighten with each new touch. Harry was working his lips up and down his neck, his teeth biting gently down on his ear when he hit Draco's sweet spot. Having found the right angle, he began thrusting in to the pureblood with gusto - making them both weak-kneed and gasping - until Draco felt his balls begin to tighten and he cried out as his release coated Harry's hand and his stomach.

"So close," Harry whimpered in his ear, pushing through the clenching muscles around his cock, finding all new heights as he forgot about being gentle and just went for it. Draco almost sagged as Harry bore down on him, his teeth clamping on his still clothed shoulder as he came almost violently in his lover's body.

It was several minutes later when Draco found the strength to open his eyes, biting his lips when Harry finally pulled out. He heard his long-time lover rustling around behind him before the sounds of several other well-known charms were cast and they were finally clean and clothed again.

The arrogant Malfoy spun around and wrapped one calloused palm around Harry's neck, pulling him in for a brief, passionate kiss that left no doubt that he had thoroughly enjoyed himself. Harry was the first to pull back, forced to adjust his glasses once again before a slow, almost Malfoy-like smirk crossed his face.

"Do you think anyone heard us?" he asked, gripping Draco's hand in a rare show of public affection and dragging him back to the main corridors, hoping to get home for that shower.

"Oh, I think they were a little distracted," Draco replied cryptically, thinking about Cormac's flexing arse cheeks and feeling another jolt of arousal course through him.

Maybe he would join Harry in that shower.

"What do you mean? Is Cormac regaling them with tales of that time he attempted the Wronski Feint but hit a bird mid-flight?" Harry joked.

"More like showing the girls just what that huge cock of his can actually do," Draco muttered wryly. He had to stop when Harry came to a complete halt beside him.

"You mean...?" he asked wide-eyed, his head spinning back toward the changing rooms as if he would catch sight of the trio.

"But you didn't hear it from me," Draco warned, smiling when Harry flushed a deep red.

They continued to walk in silence for a moment before Harry stopped again, a thought occurring to him.

"You know, I should be jealous."

"Why?" Draco asked warily.

"You getting so worked up over McLaggen's arse," Harry huffed.

"Yes, but it was my arse you were just fucking," Draco pointed out, tugging his hand once again, even more eager for that shower at the many mentions of the Keeper's fine derrière.

Harry looked at him again, his eyes sweeping him from head to toe lazily.

"I wonder if Ginny will give us a few of those pictures early."

"I don't think Weaslette would be adverse to a little blackmail. And if not her, then Romilda will surely give up a few candid shots for our private viewing," Draco mused, his mind already churning through various contacts that would love to get hold of evidence of the scene he had witnessed earlier. Ginny wouldn't dare risk her reputation.

"I love it when you go all Slytherin on me," Harry said with a sigh as they stepped in to the blistering wind, preparing to apparate home.

"You love me, period," Draco grinned.

"Who am I to deny the truth?" Harry shrugged. Moments later they left the stadium for the much more comfortable, hot shower waiting for them at home.

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