Unlikely Beginnings

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Chapter Sixteen

Harry woke up a little later than usual on Saturday morning, but that was
fine with him. He got out of bed, cleaned himself up, dressed, and went down
to the common room. It was eight thirty, according to the clock above the
fireplace, and Harry decided he\'d stop off at the Great Hall to nick a few
muffins before going outside. Breakfast on weekends was held for an extra
hour, allowing any students to sleep in who wished to do so.

Half the Great Hall was filled with students, though they were leaving in
groups as they made their way outside to the Quidditch pitch. Everyone had
been waiting on tenterhooks for the season to start. At the end of last
year\'s season at Hogwarts, the Hufflepuff\'s team had really improved. Their
first game against the ruthless Slytherins, though? They might be hard to
beat. Most people wanted to find out if it had been a fluke, or if they
really had made some progress.

The Hufflepuff team had really taken a dive in their game after Cedric died.
They\'d been steadily trying to pull themselves together after the
unfortunate and untimely departure of their Seeker and Captain three years
ago. New players were found, and they now had a solid team, and last year,
they had played a remarkable final game. It had been the last game of the
season, to determine the House Cup. Hufflepuff vs. Ravenclaw, and they only
lost by thirty points. It was one of the best games they\'d played in the
past five years, and that alone was worth their celebration party.

There were a few players in the air, Harry saw, as he got near to the
stadium. Some yellow blurs and a few green were circling in the air,
starting to descend. The players landed as Harry got up into a Hufflepuff
colored spectator stand, and he watched as the two teams took their places
on the field.

There was a loud screech of feedback from the commentator\'s microphone, and
Harry looked up to the slightly higher box to see Seamus Finnigan trying to
pull the microphone away from Colin Creevey. Seamus did the play by play
accounting of the games in which he wasn\'t playing in, and in the others,
Colin took on the role. Seamus was better at it, by far, most people agreed.
Colin had a tendency to become breathless as he called out the plays,
whereas Seamus had a more steady voice, even with his accent.

Madam Hooch, who was standing in the center circle of the pitchre tre the
balls would be let out from, watched the captains, Adrian Pucey and Susan
Bones, shake hands. \"Mount your brooms,\" she said, putting her silver
whistle to her lips and waiting. She blew sharply into the instrument and
all fourteen players zoomed up into the air. At the sound of the whistle,
the four balls were triggered to be released from their bonds, and they
flung themselves straight up into the air.

Madam Hooch joined the players in the air, as the referee, speeding off to
the side of the pitch so as not to get hit with a Bludger. \"And they\'re
off!\" Seamus called loudly into the microphone. \"The Quaffle is taken
immediately by Hannah Abbott of Hufflepuff -- what an excellent Chaser!\"

The Slytherin stands across the pitch from where Harry was were filled with
cheering students just like the one he was in, and he wondered where his
friends were. Certainly they wouldn\'t be on the other side of the pitch, so
Harry turned and scanned the crowd around him for a sign of Ron. \"And she\'s
really belting along up there, a neat pass to Fourth Year, Kevin Whitby.
Last year he was only a reserve player, though a good find by the Hufflepuff
captain Susan Bones. The Quaffle passes back to Abbott -- no, the Slytherins
have taken possession...\"

Harry stood on his toes as best he could in the jostling crowd, and he
spotted a tuft of red hair not too far away from him. \"Slytherin Captain,
Pucey, gains the Quaffle and off he goes, flying like an eagle up there --
he\'s going to sc - no! Stopped by an excellent move by Hufflepuff Keeper,
MacMillan!\"

\"Hey,\" Harry said loudly to his friend when he reached the red head\'s side.
Harry didn\'t feel awkward speaking to Ron now, and he hoped Ron felt the
same way. Guys talk about sex occasionally, you know? It\'s nothing to be
embarrassed about. Well, just the part where Hermione had over heard them.

\"Hiya, Harry,\" Ron called back over the cheers of the crowd before turning
to watch the game again. Harry wondered if Ron would try to bring it up
again. Or, if the next time Harry disappeared for an hour or so, would Ron
want him to tell him the details? Now that Ron, and basically Hermione as
well, knew that he had a lover, they\'d put two and two together, right?

\"And the Hufflepuffs take the Quaffle! That\'s Chaser Hannah Abbott out
there, nice dive around McDougall, off up the field and -- OUCH! -- That
must have hurt, hit in the back by a Bludger sent by Vince Crabbe. Quaffle
taken by the Slytherins -- that\'s Zabini speeding off towards the goal
posts, but he\'s blocked by a second Bludger, sent his way by
Finch-Fletchley. Nice play by the Hufflepuff Beater.\"

\"Where\'s the Hufflepuff Seeker?\" Ron asked, squinting up into the air.
Neither of them had a set of omnioculars, but it wasn\'t bad today since the
sun wasn\'t glaring into their eyes. Hufflepuff had gotten a new Seeker last
year, but no one had seen her play because she was a reserve player as well.

\"And Bones back in possession for Hufflepuff, a clear field ahead of her and
off she goes, she\'s really flying! Dodges a Bludger - the goal posts are
ahead. Come on, Susan! Keeper Nott dives - misses - Hufflepuff scores!\"

\"There!\" Harry shouted to his friend over the crowd, pointing up and over to
the left, almost near the Slytherin goals. The girl started moving almost as
soon as Harry pointed her out to Ron.

\"Hang on,\" Ron frowned. \"She\'s in Fourth Year, and in Hermione\'s Muggle
class.\" That\'s where he\'d seen her before; on the Quidditch benches last
year when she wasn\'t actually playing. He had thought it was because she
wasn\'t that good, but she seemed to be doing well now as she zipped around
in the air.

\"Wait, how can she be in the same class as Hermione when she\'s three years
behind?\" Harry asked, confused as he watched the Seeker.

\"She\'s dead brilliant, that one, apparently,\" Ron said, still watching her
fly through the air looking for any sight of the snitch. Speaking of snitch,
Harry thought, he\'d barely seen Malfoy at all during the game. He\'d lazily
searched for the golden ball at the beginning, trying to capture it before
any points were scored, but he\'d lost sight of it as it zoomed up into the
air too fast for him to follow.

He saw Malfoy now, after a moment of scanning the sky, and spotted him
dodging through the players. He looked for all the world like he\'d seen the
Snitch, and was obviously going after it. To his side, Ron began shouting
encouragements for Hufflepuff, and it drew Harry\'s attention from the
Slytherin speeding through the air. \"Hufflepuff\'s winning? Over Slytherin?\"
Harry asked.

\"Yeah, mate. Where have you been for the past hour?\" Harry frowned, almost
feeling unhappy about it. He guessed he had been unconsciously rooting for
his boyfriend\'s team. Was Draco his boyfriend now? He supposed some couples
liked it rough, but maybe that was going to change, considering their last
excursion into the forays of their new found sex life together.

At another goal scored by Hufflepuff, Gryffindor and Hufflepuff supporters\'
cheers filled the cool air, with howls and moans from the Slytherins. \"No
sign of the Snitch yet, eh?\" Ron asked, rubbing his hands together now. It
was starting to get a bit chilly out, and it was getting later in the year,
approaching the winter season.

\"Wait, there it is.\" Harry watched the Hufflepuff Seeker. She had used a
familiar tactic that Oliver Wood had taught him. \'Keep out of the way until
you catch sight of the Snitch,\' Wood had always said to him. \'We don\'t want
you attacked before you have to be.\'

She clearly wouldn\'t have a problem with that as they watched her lean her
broom to the side, slamming into Malfoy and trying to knock him off course.
She was smaller, though, and wasn\'t prepared for the solid weight of Draco\'s
body leaning back into her slam. Draco accelerated and sped forward after
the Snitch. Catching up to him, Laura slammed into him again, this time
putting all her momentum behind it and managing to throw Draco this time. He
wobbled on his broom, and slipped sideways on it, almost flippinger. er. He
gave one last effort with his outstretched hand, giving one last snatch at
the ball before he had to slow and right himself on his broom.

Draco was gliding over the game again, squinting about frantically for some
sign of the Snitch. He heard the crowds yell as a goal was scored, but he
couldn\'t be bothered to turn and find out who had got another point. He did
a loop around the rest of the players before he turned and caught sight of
Madley, the Hufflepuff Seeker, thrusting her arm out and grasping the Snitch
between her fingers.

He didn\'t have time to fume at the moment about being bested by a girl, when
a Bludger decided to come pelting his way, more like a cannon ball than
anything. He dodged it and sped lower. Now, he just wanted to get the hell
off the pitch now that the game was over. They\'d lost. It was almost
unbelievable; and to Hufflepuff no less. The Slytherin team had all but
accepted that the Gryffindor team was about their equal in matches, but
Hufflepuff? come on.

\"Slytherin in possession,\" Seamus was saying, \"Chaser Pucey ducks two
Bludgers, both Beaters, and Chaser Whitby, and speeds toward the -- wait a
moment -- was that the Snitch?\" Heads spun around to look for the Seekers,
and Laura held up the walnut sized golden ball, and waved it towards Seamus,
nodding enthusiastically.

\"Laura Madley has caught the snitch!\"

A murmur ran through the crowd as Adrian Pucey dropped the Quaffle, too
stunned to keep a hold on it as he looked over his shoulder at the
Hufflepuff Seeker. Suddenly, Madam Hooch blew her whistle again, and it
startled enough students to make them jump in the stands. \"Hufflepuff wins!\"
shouted Seamus at the top of his lungs into the microphone. Colin was
clapping happily beside the Irish boy, having gave up on trying to comment
this game.

The crowd broke out in a riot of cheers and boos as the two teams drifted
back down to the ground. The Slytherin Keeper, Theodore Nott, was the last
to land, but the first person Draco heard utter an obscenity in his
direction. \"Shit, Draco,\" Nott said, crossing his arms as he walked towards
his other team mates. Being the Keeper, if they lost, it was usually his
fault, or Draco\'s, but he\'d kept a decent amount of goals out of their
hoops.

\"What the fuck was that shit out there, Malfoy? We have no time for you to
piss around playing the gentleman. You should have knocked her off her
broom; but I guess even she was better at that than you, too,\" Adrian
sneered. He was completely frustrated at the match. They lost to Hufflepuff.
They\'d never, as long as he\'d been at Hogwarts, lost to Hufflepuff. Pucey
stormed off, leading the rest of the team back up to the castle, not even
bothering to go to the showers.

The rest of the team followed silently, but clearly angry. Blaise gave a
small shrug to Draco, who was left standing at the edge of the pitch, before
he turned and followed the rest of the team back to the dungeons.

Harry watched the Slytherins go straight back to the castle, and frowned.
\"Where are they going?\" Harry asked out loud, not to anyone in particular,
mostly to himself, but Ron answered him anyway.

\"Probably don\'t want to hear the cheers from the Hufflepuff locker room.
It\'s right beside theirs, those uppity bastards.\" Ron turned and made his
way down from the stands, getting himself quite a few feet from Harry with
several people in between them. Harry didn\'t think the Hufflepuffs would
brag about winning, but they\'d certainly be exuberant about it.

Looking back out to the pitch, Harry saw a lone blur of green robes as it
stomped its way towards the locker rooms. Harry frowned when he saw the
blond hair. Why wouldn\'t Draco be going straight back to the dungeons with
his team mates? He watched as Draco indeed went to the locker rooms. Harry
turned back to the moving crowd all around him, and he couldn\'t see Ron
anywhere around his immediate position, and he decided to take advantage of
it.

Harry turned in the crowd and began making his way towards the other set of
stairs leading down from the spectator stands. When he reached the bottom,
he looked around to make sure that Ron or Hermione didn\'t see him before he
sprinted across the pitch towards the change rooms.

Draco kicked open the door to the Slytherin locker room. He could hear the
Hufflepuffs talking merrily as he passed their door, and it only served to
make him even more furious. Slytherin vs Hufflepuff. They usually won those
matches hands down, but they\'d apparently been caught off guard by the two
new Chasers, and that female Seeker, and they lost the game. They lost. How
could they lose?!

Not to mention almost getting knocked off his broom by a girl, and a Fourth
Year girl, no less. Draco was sufficiently pissed off right now, just like
the rest of his team. They definitely weren\'t too happy with him right about
now. He could have won the god damn game if he\'d have caught the Snitch, but
he didn\'t. \"Fuck,\" Draco growled as he shoved his broom towards the floor.

It landed with a clatter that almost echoed in the empty room. He could
vaguely hear the Hufflepuffs in the next room. Draco tore his gloves from
his arms and threw them hard down to the floor as well. Very unexpectedly,
he heard the door creak open. He closed his eyes and sighed, hoping to
Merlin that it wasn\'t someone from his team coming to bitch him out again
for losing. To Hufflepuff.

\"Draco?\"

He heard the voice call out quietly to him from around the corner. Draco
frowned; what the fuck was Potter doing in here? \"What do you want?\"

Harry shrugged, sticking his hands in his pockets. \"Just to see you, I
guess.\"

\"Why? Wanted to come poke fun at me?\" Draco sneered, then began in a
falsetto voice, \"Ooh, poor Malfoy, got knocked off his broom by a girl.\"
Draco had stalked up towards Harry, who was almost backed against the
lockers now. They stared at each other and Draco clearly wasn\'t making any
move to step back. He stood right where he was and shucked off his outer,
deep green colored Quidditch robe.

Staring back at the Gryffindor for another second before he brought his
hands up to either side of Harry\'s face, and leaned forward to initiate what
turned into quite a fierce kiss. Harry\'s eyes widened, and he struggled to
jerk his hands from his pockets. His first thought was to push Malfoy away,
but all the previous accounts of sexual activity between them told him other
, an, and he began to reciprocate, even as he felt Draco sink his teeth down
over his bottom lip.

Draco pulled back from the kiss, leaving barely two seconds for Harry to
wince at the sharp pain continuing to blossom from his abused lip. He
slipped his tongue over it, almost amazed that he tasted blood, and was
caught unaware again when he felt Draco move in close and slide his tongue
over Harry\'s, beginning another kiss. It wasn\'t much nicer than the last,
and Harry almost didn\'t want to part tongues, afraid of what was to come,
when Draco turned his body roughly around to face the other direction.

Pressing his hand flat against Harry\'s back, he successfully shoved the dark
haired boy\'s cheek into the lockers. Harry didn\'t have the time to think
before his breath was knocked out of him. For some reason, he had the
sinking sensation that this wouldn\'t be a good idea to go along with, but he
knew, at the same time, that he wouldn\'t stop it. Harry could have, but he
didn\'t. He suddenly felt the cool autumn air as Draco magicked his trousers
into oblivion for the moment. Draco did the same to his own and all Harry
heard was the clatter of wood on stone as the Slytherin dropped his wand to
the floor.

There was absolutely no warning but for the loss of lower body coverings,
yet Harry was definitely not prepared for the entire length of Draco\'s cock
to be unceremoniously slammed into his passage. Harry let out a loud cry at
the abrupt and rough intrusion. He wondered for a brief minute, hearing more
than feeling Draco give a shuddering breath against his neck, if anyone
would stumble upon them. No one would wonder for a moment about what noise
they were making. The Hufflepuffs could be heard next door, cheering loudly
and gleefully as they celebrated their recent victory.

Harry was torn between wondering idly if Draco was actively listening to
them. If the blond was feeling encouraged by their cheers to make him angry,
or feel like he was doing something for the better. Inside of him, Harry
felt something give, and he squeezed his eyes shut, feeling them wet where
they closed, and he tried to pull away. As hard as he tried to dislodge the
taller boy, Draco only tightened his firm grip on Harry\'s left hip and on
the handle of one of the lockers.

He wondered if he could reach the mechanism under the handle that undid the
latch. It might swing open from Draco\'s hold on it, pulling on it, and
perhaps throw the boy from Harry\'s body. Harry opened his eyes again, seeing
only a blur, and all he could do was watch the locker; Draco\'s hand wrapped
around the handle. Recalling only two days ago, when this act was being
preformed much differently, with Draco\'s hand wrapped around something
entirely different.

Draco\'s panting was heavy and erratic, interspersed with his breath giving
the occasional hitch. It was beginning to become brutal, and he wanted very
much just to ease the pain, or stop it completely, yet he did nothing. Draco
was panting heavily still as he let his frustration flow, and felt a twinge
of guilt hit him square in the chest. He shut his eyes and frowned, face
twisted in anger as he thrust as hard as he could.

Making up his mind when it started to grow unbearable, Harry lifted his face
away from the locker as best he could. Draco\'s body pushed him almost flush
against it on each push of his hips, and Harry felt resistance as he pressed
back. \"Draco, stop! You\'re hurting me!\" No difference in speed or rhythm,
and Harry was starting to feel scared. He didn\'t know whether Draco didn\'t
hear him over his breath, or simply didn\'t care. Tears threatened to spill
from the pain as Harry attempted to relax in spite of it.

\"Draco!\" Harry dared to scream. If anyone was going to find out about them,
he was pretty sure he didn\'t want this to be the situation they were found
in. Draco ground out a moan through his teeth, overlapping Harry\'s cry, and
they both tensed when more spasmatic jerks of Draco\'s hips began. Harry
could feel the warmth oozing inside of him; Draco\'s come. Harry felt numb as
Draco pulled away quickly, not even finished with his climax.

Harry felt a splash of semen across his arse as well as a stream of come and
blood trailing slowly down his thighs. Tensing his anus convulsively, even
if it only served to cause him more pain, it was oddly comforting, and Harry
turned away from the lockers. Draco hadn\'t even noticed the evidence of his
abuse as he stood, unsure of what to do. Harry saw the blond\'s hands balled
up into fists, muscles tensed, and a brief flash of fear flitted through his
head.

He was startled out of his fear, and subsequently had it doubled as Draco
slammed his back against the lockers and slowly began to slide down their
length. Harry couldn\'t feel the temperature of the floor, still wearing his
shoes and socks, and he wondered perversely if Draco\'s arse was getting
rather cold now. The blond had settled into a slump at the foot of the
lockers, his Quidditch team sweater pooled slightly around his waist. It
painted a sad picture as Draco held his head in his hands, fingers twined
rough and tight through his silky hair. It ruffled into sharp spikes,
embellished by sweat sticking them together, forming delicate peaks.
\"Aaargh!\"

The deep sound echoed in the room, empty save for the two of them, of
course. It made Harry jump, not prepared for the other boy\'s outburst. Just
as suddenly, Draco jerked his head out of his palms and with its momentum,
smacked it into the thin metal door of the locker, sufficiently denting it
inwards. Conversely, this didn\'t take Harry by surprise enough to wince. He
stood there half nude and bleeding, watching the blond.

It was silent for few moments, only their slight movements making any sound
at all. The winning team had vacated their locker room and left, going back
to the castle for lunch. Draco\'s breath returned before Harry\'s, and he was
left listening to the other boy\'s ragged intake of oxygen, clearly in pain.
He sighed, opening his eyes so he could look at H, in, into the other boy\'s
eyes. \"Are you okay?\" he asked softly, bng tng the usual terse tones Harry
was familiar with.

All Harry managed to get out was a weak scoff as he stared back at Draco.
The blank look in both of their eyes was driving each of them mad, and yet
all they could do was let the moment consume them, until finally Harry broke
contact. He stood, more quickly than would have been recommended in his
current state, and grabbed his trousers from the bench behind them. Absently
thankful that Draco hadn\'t sent their trousers to oblivion in his reckless
state, Harry walked as briskly as he dared towards the back door out of the
Slytherin locker room.

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