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Chapter 29: Quidditch World Cup
We proceed from the middle of Chapter 9, in the Goblet of Fire.
Malfoy chuckled softly. “Scare easily, don’t they?” he said lazily. “I suppose your daddy told you all to hide? What’s he up to – trying to rescue the Muggles?”
“Where’re your parents?” said Harry, his temper rising. “Out there wearing masks, are they?”
Malfoy turned to Harry, still smiling. “Well...if they were, I wouldn’t be likely to tell you, would I, Potter?”
“Oh, come on,” said Hermione, with a disgusted look at Malfoy, “let’s go and
find the others.”
“Keep that big bushy head down, Granger,” sneered Malfoy
“Come on!” Hermione repeated, and she pulled Harry and Ron off up the path again.
“I’ll bet you anything his dad is one of that masked lot!” said Ron hotly.
“Well, with any luck, the Ministry will catch him!” said Hermione fervently.
“Potter!” Draco called back to Harry. Angling for a fight, Harry spun around and marched back to Draco. He shot a look at Ron, mouthing ‘don’t follow
me!’
“Oh, I can’t believe this,” Hermione grumbled, “oh well, we may as well figure out where the others have got to!”
“What is it Malfoy?” Harry asked, now that the two were alone – minus the shrieks from nearby. The wind was remarkably calm for the dismay at the campsite, and the moon was beginning to light up the area around them.
“Easy, Harry,” Draco grinned, though his smile carried less malice and more ... subtlety, “I just wanted to get rid of your friends ‘cause I have something to discuss,”
“What the fuck could we discuss?” Harry shot him a glare; it didn’t factor in, at this point, that Harry had spent a summer jerking off to both ideas of cute girls and Draco Malfoy, because he was currently surging with
testosterone.
“Take a guess,”
“You’re a jerk, and you finally feel like admitting it?”
“Ha, ha, ha,” Malfoy rolled his eyes, exaggerating each syllable, “try again,”
“I actually have no fucking clue,” Harry said, leaning back against a tree and folding his arms.
Draco paused, seemingly hesitant, and then spoke quietly, “remember when I was in the hospital wing, after that animal attacked me?”
“It didn’t attack you, you provoked it; it was defending its honour,” Harry blurted out,
“Shut up, Potter,” Malfoy took a deep breath, “and then you were a complete idiot and fell down some stairs?”
“Fell off stairs, Malfoy,” Harry said through grit teeth,
“Whatever...point is, I know you got off to me there,”
Harry’s jaw dropped, and his face flushed. His cock surged, but thanks to the dark Draco could see none of these signs.
“I did no such thing!” Harry exclaimed furiously,
“Do you deny jerking off? Because I heard you wipe the cum off your –”
“SHUT UP!” Harry said, his mind racing, “okay, I got off, but only because...well, I was...uh, you know...that’s what 13 year old boys do! I still get off at least once a day, and I hadn’t done it at all during the day then, so I was hard...”
Draco chuckled at how flustered Harry was getting.
“But you masturbate!” Harry said triumphantly – though he was not prepared to tell Draco that he had once snuck into the Slytherin common room and watched Draco do so.
“Sure,” Draco shrugged, “but you moaned my name when you did it,” Draco continued.
So much had changed since then...and Harry could not definitively recall that he had done so, but he could not remember if he hadn’t. He had definitely gotten off with the image of a bare-chested Malfoy, but ...
“Must have ... been ... some mistake ... in ... what you... uh, heard...no! I said LaFoy...you know, the, uh, model?” Harry grasped at straws...he had seen the name in the Playwizard he had picked up in the summer.
Draco was silent for a minute as Harry’s heart beat raced, before finally speaking up and stepping closer to Harry, “it’s okay to like boys,”
Draco’s tone had softened; Harry felt both intrigued and slightly scared. Was this some sick, twisted tactic that would later haunt him? Wouldn’t the school and the world ... hate him if he was...liked...boys?
“I don’t!” Harry shouted, “I like girls! I got hard from the Veelas,”
“Anyone can...who’s got a cock,” Draco commented.
“But...I like girls! I get off to them all the time!”
“You know, if you weren’t so scared about liking boys, you wouldn’t be so scared to talk,”
FUCK! Harry thought to himself, what do I do? Draco’s got me trapped!
“I like girls...but I like boys too,” Draco admitted, staring into Harry’s eyes, amidst rolling shivers up and down his spine. He had only ever felt so nervous before his father when failing a grade, or when his father punished him for showing mercy to a friend’s debts.
Ho oh, this is fucked up, Harry thought to himself, utterly bewildered, Christ on a bike...wow!
“Okay...sometimes...I get hard to guys too,” Harry managed to get out despite his immense trepidation.
All the world had melted away for the two boys – now, it was just them, protected by tall trees and a cool night. The sounds of chaos disappeared, and were replaced by one another’s words echoing in their minds.
“Ever tried anything?” Draco asked, casually stepping closer and closer to Harry...after a moment’s peace, he reached out a hand and massaged Harry’s trapped erection.
Harry let out a tremendous sigh, but grew tired of just taking Malfoy’s onslaught the whole night – he thrust out his hand, cupped Draco’s erection, and then leaned in for a kiss.
Their lips made contact...and then Harry realized something...
Those are the same lips from my dream in the Hospital Wing! He was just about to say something when a man in a mask suddenly appeared before them.
The boys broke apart quite suddenly, each raising their wands.
“Fucking poofs!” the man yelled out,
“Expelliarmus!” Harry roared, blasting the man back against a tree. Beside him, Draco added in a petrificus totalis.
“Harry!” Hermione yelled as she suddenly reached the boys, “We were following this guy...but it seems you got him!”
“Yeah,” Harry looked sheepishly at her, then Draco, and then back at her,
“Alright, let’s go...I lost Ron!”
“See you around, Potter,” Malfoy shrugged, turning his back and walking away...their erections wilted as they strode apart, and disappeared.
Harry eventually found Ron with a cut lip and a passed out partier – apparently, a comment about his hair had taken place, and he had punched the guy out.
Fred, George and Ginny were nowhere to be seen, though the path was packed with plenty of other people, all of them nervously looking over their shoulders towards the commotion back at the campsite.
Malfoy chuckled softly. “Scare easily, don’t they?” he said lazily. “I suppose your daddy told you all to hide? What’s he up to – trying to rescue the Muggles?”
“Where’re your parents?” said Harry, his temper rising. “Out there wearing masks, are they?”
Malfoy turned to Harry, still smiling. “Well...if they were, I wouldn’t be likely to tell you, would I, Potter?”
“Oh, come on,” said Hermione, with a disgusted look at Malfoy, “let’s go and
find the others.”
“Keep that big bushy head down, Granger,” sneered Malfoy
“Come on!” Hermione repeated, and she pulled Harry and Ron off up the path again.
“I’ll bet you anything his dad is one of that masked lot!” said Ron hotly.
“Well, with any luck, the Ministry will catch him!” said Hermione fervently.
“Potter!” Draco called back to Harry. Angling for a fight, Harry spun around and marched back to Draco. He shot a look at Ron, mouthing ‘don’t follow
me!’
“Oh, I can’t believe this,” Hermione grumbled, “oh well, we may as well figure out where the others have got to!”
“What is it Malfoy?” Harry asked, now that the two were alone – minus the shrieks from nearby. The wind was remarkably calm for the dismay at the campsite, and the moon was beginning to light up the area around them.
“Easy, Harry,” Draco grinned, though his smile carried less malice and more ... subtlety, “I just wanted to get rid of your friends ‘cause I have something to discuss,”
“What the fuck could we discuss?” Harry shot him a glare; it didn’t factor in, at this point, that Harry had spent a summer jerking off to both ideas of cute girls and Draco Malfoy, because he was currently surging with
testosterone.
“Take a guess,”
“You’re a jerk, and you finally feel like admitting it?”
“Ha, ha, ha,” Malfoy rolled his eyes, exaggerating each syllable, “try again,”
“I actually have no fucking clue,” Harry said, leaning back against a tree and folding his arms.
Draco paused, seemingly hesitant, and then spoke quietly, “remember when I was in the hospital wing, after that animal attacked me?”
“It didn’t attack you, you provoked it; it was defending its honour,” Harry blurted out,
“Shut up, Potter,” Malfoy took a deep breath, “and then you were a complete idiot and fell down some stairs?”
“Fell off stairs, Malfoy,” Harry said through grit teeth,
“Whatever...point is, I know you got off to me there,”
Harry’s jaw dropped, and his face flushed. His cock surged, but thanks to the dark Draco could see none of these signs.
“I did no such thing!” Harry exclaimed furiously,
“Do you deny jerking off? Because I heard you wipe the cum off your –”
“SHUT UP!” Harry said, his mind racing, “okay, I got off, but only because...well, I was...uh, you know...that’s what 13 year old boys do! I still get off at least once a day, and I hadn’t done it at all during the day then, so I was hard...”
Draco chuckled at how flustered Harry was getting.
“But you masturbate!” Harry said triumphantly – though he was not prepared to tell Draco that he had once snuck into the Slytherin common room and watched Draco do so.
“Sure,” Draco shrugged, “but you moaned my name when you did it,” Draco continued.
So much had changed since then...and Harry could not definitively recall that he had done so, but he could not remember if he hadn’t. He had definitely gotten off with the image of a bare-chested Malfoy, but ...
“Must have ... been ... some mistake ... in ... what you... uh, heard...no! I said LaFoy...you know, the, uh, model?” Harry grasped at straws...he had seen the name in the Playwizard he had picked up in the summer.
Draco was silent for a minute as Harry’s heart beat raced, before finally speaking up and stepping closer to Harry, “it’s okay to like boys,”
Draco’s tone had softened; Harry felt both intrigued and slightly scared. Was this some sick, twisted tactic that would later haunt him? Wouldn’t the school and the world ... hate him if he was...liked...boys?
“I don’t!” Harry shouted, “I like girls! I got hard from the Veelas,”
“Anyone can...who’s got a cock,” Draco commented.
“But...I like girls! I get off to them all the time!”
“You know, if you weren’t so scared about liking boys, you wouldn’t be so scared to talk,”
FUCK! Harry thought to himself, what do I do? Draco’s got me trapped!
“I like girls...but I like boys too,” Draco admitted, staring into Harry’s eyes, amidst rolling shivers up and down his spine. He had only ever felt so nervous before his father when failing a grade, or when his father punished him for showing mercy to a friend’s debts.
Ho oh, this is fucked up, Harry thought to himself, utterly bewildered, Christ on a bike...wow!
“Okay...sometimes...I get hard to guys too,” Harry managed to get out despite his immense trepidation.
All the world had melted away for the two boys – now, it was just them, protected by tall trees and a cool night. The sounds of chaos disappeared, and were replaced by one another’s words echoing in their minds.
“Ever tried anything?” Draco asked, casually stepping closer and closer to Harry...after a moment’s peace, he reached out a hand and massaged Harry’s trapped erection.
Harry let out a tremendous sigh, but grew tired of just taking Malfoy’s onslaught the whole night – he thrust out his hand, cupped Draco’s erection, and then leaned in for a kiss.
Their lips made contact...and then Harry realized something...
Those are the same lips from my dream in the Hospital Wing! He was just about to say something when a man in a mask suddenly appeared before them.
The boys broke apart quite suddenly, each raising their wands.
“Fucking poofs!” the man yelled out,
“Expelliarmus!” Harry roared, blasting the man back against a tree. Beside him, Draco added in a petrificus totalis.
“Harry!” Hermione yelled as she suddenly reached the boys, “We were following this guy...but it seems you got him!”
“Yeah,” Harry looked sheepishly at her, then Draco, and then back at her,
“Alright, let’s go...I lost Ron!”
“See you around, Potter,” Malfoy shrugged, turning his back and walking away...their erections wilted as they strode apart, and disappeared.
Harry eventually found Ron with a cut lip and a passed out partier – apparently, a comment about his hair had taken place, and he had punched the guy out.
Fred, George and Ginny were nowhere to be seen, though the path was packed with plenty of other people, all of them nervously looking over their shoulders towards the commotion back at the campsite.