Flashback/

During the Spring the Gryffindors and the Slytherin quidditch teams had had a practice match against each other before the end of the semester. The heads of the two houses were not informed of this practice match. What could go wrong, right?

Harry and Draco had made a secret pact together before the practice. It went like this: the loser has to suck the winner's cock.

According to the Gryffindors, the match got out of hand when the Slytherins started to lose and decided to turn forceful and use unfair physical means to try to win. Katie Bell had nearly knocked Alicia Spinnet off her broom. Purposefully. The fight that broke out after would have been monumental if someone watching the match hadn't alerted Snape and McGonagall of what was happening. As it was, the game was cut short before a winner could be officially decided. Both sides claimed that they had won anyway. Detentions were had all around.

Harry and Draco had met behind the bleachers after curfew that night as had been previously agreed.

A muggle scuffle broke out between them after both insisted that their team had won. The result of this ended up with Draco on top of Harry, according to Harry, by pure chance. After all, Draco was a coward who hated to fight without backup. If Harry hadn't slipped on the grass Draco would have never had a chance to tackle him. Once Harry was down, it was difficult for the smaller boy to gain his footing again. He struggled under the larger boy, but Draco had him pinned.

"Get off!" Harry hissed under his breath, kicking his feet.

"Shut up!" Draco shot back, sitting on Harry's stomach with Harry's hands pinned and feeling like king of the mountain. "If you aren't quiet someone will hear you then we will both be in trouble." For good measure, he punched Harry in the stomach.

Harry gasped, but stopped struggling, much to Draco's shock. Draco punched him again, and Harry moaned this time.

"Jeez, you sound like you're getting off to this," Draco muttered.

"Am not!" insisted Harry.

Draco reached behind him to check. "You definitely are," he corrected.

Harry shrugged nonchalantly, or as much as he was able to pinned to the ground.

Draco grabbed Harry by the hair, lifted his head a few inches, and then slammed it into the ground.

Harry practically moaned, even as his eyes went glossy with tears because of the pain.

"Interesting!" Draco gasped. "I mean, I've heard the rumors of your sexual exploits, but I didn't realize you were such a pervert. You really like pain!"

"Don't get used to it," Harry snapped. "And anyway, don't pretend like you are not hard yourself."

Harry had a perfect view of Draco's crotch growing tight.

He had a point.

"Is it true that you had a threesome with a Ravenclaw girl and a Hufflepuff boy last year?"

"Mmmh, I won't deny that something of the sort may have happened," Harry couldn't hold back a smirk.

"How about," Draco suggested slowly, "even though the slytherins did win, we, you know, blow each other? You do me, then I'll do you. And no one finds out, because we keep this secret for life, on pain of death."

"Sounds alright," Harry agreed.

And that was how the two sworn enemies had a mutually pleasurable experience together, but remained enemies. With benefits.

Flashback end/

A lot had trespassed since them, but Draco was much more passionate, Harry was surprised to find. As soon as the door had shut Draco pinned Harry against the door and they started making out. Harry tried to get loose and pin Draco as they continued to kiss, fighting for dominance over the other's mouth. They struggled over to the bed. Draco grabbed the base of Harry's shirt and lifted it over his head, then pushed Harry back onto the mattress.

"Fucking hell, Potter, what the hell happened to your back?!"

Harry froze, his blood going cold. He had forgetting that he had no way of casting glamours at Snape's house, and that his back had nothing masking it, unlike at school. How could he forget? The Dursleys abuse was written across his back in gory depictions of the past.

He went to put his shirt back on, but Draco grabbed it and ripped it out of his hands, tossing it across the room. "I mean it, Potter, what happened? Who did that? Was it your family? It was your family, wasn't it?" He grabbed Harry's arm, his voice rising.

Harry wrenched himself free. "I don't have to tell you anything! It's none of your business!" he snapped.

"Does Dumbledore know? Of course he can't, he would never allow this! Why didn't you tell him?"

"Draco, seriously, can't you shut up? It doesn't matter, okay? I won't have this conversation with you. This is really unsexy. I've totally gone soft. Why'd you have to mention it at all?"

Draco stepped back, hands raised in defeat. "Alright, fine," he relented.

Harry had his arms crossed over his bare chest, and he was shaking. His ribs stuck out too far, and he wondered if Draco would go and mention how he was half-starved too. Or how he had so many hickies littered across his body. He felt unpleasantly exposed and ashamed.

"It's really okay," Draco repeated. "I won't tell anyone. But you should. My family treats me pretty bad, but nowhere near that bad. Does Snape know? Wizards have effective ways to get rid of scars."

"Why would Snape care? He hates me! He's the last person I'd want to know about that."

"I mean, not gonna lie, he's a complete asshole to you, but he's not a psychopath. Even he'd do something about it. All the slytherins think you're spoiled, you know? No one would have ever guessed! And I know you wanna keep this hidden, but he's smart. He's gonna figure it out somehow if you're living with him. It's a miracle you've hidden it for this long."

"He won't!" Harry pushed past Draco and stormed across the room to grab his shirt off the ground. "You're a git, Malfoy, you know that? I was really into it for a minute. I'm probably impotent at this point, with all your talking. You ruin everything."

"Come on, don't put the shirt back on," Draco cooed. "You're really sexy, okay? Even with your scars. You have a really hot body." He walked over to Harry and sank to his knees before him. "Come on, please? I'll make you feel good, I promise."

Harry wanted to yell at him again, but was distracted when Draco began to unzip Harry's fly. It was really hard to stay angry while your cock was getting sucked.

"Good luck getting me hard again."

Draco looked up and smirked. "Watch me."