Title: Quidditch Gamble
Word Count: 1,542
Warnings: slash, mild D/s, language
Authors Note: This is the first time I have written slash seriously. The only other time was a ridiculous crack!fic I did a couple of years ago LOL. Thanks go to Kirky for the beta. Has since been edited, so any/all remaining mistakes are mine. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Harry flew higher and higher. The wind whipped at his cheeks, reddening them as he raced on. He was oblivious to everything else around him. The stands were erupting with cheering. Screams and shouts from way below him egged him on towards his target; the golden snitch. His firebolt shook beneath him. The wizard was crouched as low as he could go, his arm outstretched towards the snitch. He was so close! Just a tiny bit further...
All of a sudden, he was no longer alone in his battle for the winning ball. No more was it just a matter of a tiny stretch to close his fingers around the little gold ball. This was a fight, tooth and nail, to be the first to pluck the bugger out of the sky in front of them. And his opponent was none other than Draco Malfoy.
The last game of the year; The Quidditch Cup final. Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Harry Potter versus Draco Malfoy. Harry knew that Gryffindor were not far enough ahead to still win, if Malfoy were to reach the snitch first. No way could the raven haired wizard let that happen. It came down to Captain against Captain. The two best seekers there ever were, locked in a fight for the greatest victory Hogwarts has ever seen.
The blonde was slowly gaining on Harry. By tactically flying in the slipstream created by Harry's firebolt, Draco had managed to catch up. Now he was in with a chance of catching the magical ball first, he was not going to mess it up. At the very last second he leaned right down his broom handle and put on a burst of speed, finally aligning himself with the raven haired wizard. Acting quickly, the blonde shunted sideways, knocking Harry off course. He too was well aware of the points situation. Slytherin were behind. He needed to catch the snitch to ensure their victory.
With one final surge forward, Draco felt the cold metal and feathered wings of that treasured ball in his palm. With his fingers clenched tightly around it, he couldn't quite believe he had caught it. He, Draco Malfoy, had stolen it from right under the nose of the best seeker Hogwarts had seen in a long time.
Grinning from ear to ear, Draco Malfoy led the victorious Slytherin team on several laps of honour, waving the snitch to his supporters. Below him he could see the dejected forms of the Gryffindor team making their way back to the changing rooms, their maroon robes flowing behind them in the breeze. The blonde chuckled to himself. He had always wondered what the Gryffindor after-quidditch ritual was...
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Harry stood under the shower for a long time. His team-mates had long since dried off and were currently discussing the game in between the lockers. He tried to block out the sound, the shower spraying directly onto his head, but he could still hear them. The water ran in little rivulets all down his body, warming his skin. He felt nothing but cold on the inside, though. And there was only one thing that could fix that.
Almost as soon as he thought it, he could feel another presence in the room. The boys were still chatting by the lockers, so he grabbed his towel and stepped out of the showers. The flow of water automatically stopped, and Harry wrapped the towel around his waist and wondered back across to join his team.
"Boys, I think we've done enough discussing of the game for now. How about we think on it a little, and continue this in the common room with some Butterbeer later?"
There were nods and murmurs of agreement, and the crowd began to disperse. The wizard made sure he congratulated each team-member on a game well played, before being left in the empty locker room.
"They're all gone. You can stop hiding now."
"I was wondering how long it would take you." Replied the second wizard arrogantly. "Usually you keep them talking."
Harry busied himself with something on the bench in front of him.
"I wanted to talk to you."
"All you had to do was ask." He replied again, edging ever closer to Harry's smooth back.
"How could you humiliate me like that?" The raven haired wizard whipped around, to find his companion much closer to him than he expected. "That move was below the belt, even for you, Draco."
"I beat you fair and square, Lover. Accept it, and move on." The blonde whispered huskily into Harry's ear, his finger tracing patterns on the brunette's hip. Draco's tongue darted out to catch a water droplet running down his neck. Harry fought a shiver. He didn't want Draco to think he was affecting him.
Draco caught Harry's involuntary movement.
"You know you love it, Lover. You know I beat you fairly, and now you want compensation. Am I right?"
Harry closed his eyes. He didn't want to look at Draco's smug expression. Yes, he was exactly right, but there was no way Harry was going to admit that.
Seeing the inner turmoil, Draco decided to make the decision for him.
"I think I am exactly right, you know, Lover. I think you want me to take you right here against the lockers, knowing your team will be back in here again."
As he spoke he moved his hips gently, grinding against Harry. He could feel how much they both wanted it.
"There's no point in denying it. I can feel you. Open your eyes!"
Shocked at his lover's command, Harry's eyes jerked open and bored straight into Draco. Smirking, the blonde continued his ministrations.
"You want to feel those cold lockers against your face whilst I fuck you, isn't that right?"
Harry groaned. He couldn't take much more. Draco was a master at talking dirty to him, and knew just how much it affected the brunette.
"You want me to get you off as I do it, don't you?"
Draco pulled the towel from Harry's waist and dropped it to the floor. Moving closer, he wrapped his hand around the throbbing member in front of him, pulling twice. The brunette couldn't help but thrust into the contact.
"You love it. And don't you dare deny it."
Harry was breathless. "Too...many...clothes." He panted, as Draco continued to pump his cock.
"I agree, Lover. But shouldn't we be worrying more about whether or not someone will come back, and find us?" He said the last part innocently, knowing Harry was in no state to go anywhere just yet.
"Don't care." It came out as a breathless whisper.
"Well, if you say so." The blonde smirked as he moved away from Harry.
Whimpering from loss of contact, the brunette fell forward and fumbled to help Draco remove his clothes as quickly as possible. His hands were shaking with anticipation; cheeks flushed with arousal. He couldn't wait to feel Draco inside him again.
The blonde chuckled and pushed Harry's hands away.
"Slow down, Lover. We have plenty of time...if you want to be caught in here with me, that is." He smirked at the last part, enjoying watching the brunette squirm. Finally naked, he grabbed Harry's hair and pulled his head back, forcing him to move backwards to keep balance.
"Turn around." The blonde decided to give Harry everything he wanted.
Reluctantly, Harry twisted slowly to face the lockers. Draco still had hold of his hair, making it a difficult task.
"Is this how you want it? Hard and fast and rough, right here against the very lockers your team mates were using just five minutes ago?" The blonde whispered harshly right next to the brunette's ear.
All Harry could do was groan.
Draco reached for his wand and conjured a small pot of lube, all the while grinding his hips against the brunette wizard beneath him.
"You like it when I do this, Lover? You like feeling me against you, pinning you down? Are you a kinky bitch?"
Whimpering, Harry met the blonde's movement. He received a slap for his efforts. Arse cheek stinging, he stilled completely.
"There's a good boy. We can't have you ruining my fun now, can we?"
Scooping out some lube, Draco wasted no time in preparing Harry to take him. Scissoring his fingers, he stretched the puckered rosette.
"Are you ready, Lover?"
Harry whispered a desperate 'yes' and Draco pushed forward, only allowing the head of his cock to breach the brunette's hole.
"Are you sure about that?" The blonde teased, making slow, shallow movements.
"Fuck me, Draco!"
Draco thrust forward with so much force, he slammed Harry against the lockers.
"Again!" The brunette demanded more.
The blonde set a brutal pace, slamming into Harry's arse over and over again; pounding him against the lockers. Each and every time he hit that sweet spot that made the raven haired wizard see stars.
Groaning with sheer pleasure, Harry came. His spunk spurted all over the lockers, making it obvious what they had been doing. With one more particularly forceful thrust, Draco spilled his seed inside the brunette. Peppering little kisses all over his back, the blonde pulled out.
"I should beat you more often, Lover."
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