Lies

Everyone knew what was wrong. They all knew why Draco was so enraged. They knew was because Slytherin had lost to Gryffindor again. They knew it was because he’d picked a fight with Harry Potter afterwards and lost. They were all so certain that this was what they knew. People seem to always just know things, makes life simpler. Doesn’t matter if what they know is right they will know it anyway. In this case they were all wrong though they would never know it.

There was no chance of anyone finding out the reason for Draco’s current mood, he wouldn’t be telling anyone. He hadn’t said anything on the matter, hadn’t said anything since it happened. The reasons that people knew were just rumours spread by the school gossips. The rumours were pretty sensible, not something that happens often. After all, anyone would be a bit pissed off after losing a game and a fight in the same day. Add the fact that both losses were to an arch-rival then Draco’s mood was pretty much fully explained. No-one had bothered to ask him about it, they knew better.
Potter wasn’t saying anything either, but it was clear that he wasn’t happy. Everyone knew that he was sick of fighting Draco and this latest challenge just added to that.
Draco knew they were all wrong. Only he and Potter knew what had happened. Draco kept silent because he didn’t want anyone to know. Harry said nothing because he was too confused. No-one could guess the true reason for his anger, the rumour about his defeats was simple and convenient, easy to believe. If anyone had known what had really happened after that game…well the gossips would die of excitement anyway. It would be the biggest news the school had had for a while. It wouldn’t get out though, neither boy wanted it to. The events that occurred in that locker room would stay between the two of them and them alone.
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Draco thought back to that afternoon. He was watching Harry shower, as he often did after the games. He never got tired of seeing Harry with the water falling over his lean body. Ever since that first time he’d taken every opportunity to spy on Harry in the locker room. There was a small gap between a tall locker and the wall, right next to the door so it was easy to sneak in. It went back far enough so he could duck back and not be seen, but he could lean forward and have a clear view of most of the room. Earlier on, he was in that little hiding place, watching the object of his lust. He wasn’t worried about getting caught; no-one could see him unless they came up close. Harry was under the shower at the other side of the room, unaware of the silver eyes locked onto him. He was a gorgeous as ever. The effect of the water shining on his skin was unbelievably sexy. Draco stood mesmerized as Harry washed the grime of the game from his body. He massaged soap onto his smooth skin, breathing deeply, enjoying the sensation. Draco was lightly rubbing the bulge in his pants, unable to keep his hand away. It was so hard to contain himself at times like this, he struggled to stop himself just going over and having Harry right there and then. The hormones rushing through his brain painted so many scenes of what could happen. He could just walk over, fall to his knees and take Harry’s cock between his lips and suck and lick until his mouth filled with hot cum. Or they could kiss under the running water while their hands explored each others bodies. The feeling of that smooth wet skin would drive him wild. He’d turn and brace himself against the wall, begging Harry to take him. He wanted to feel that water covered cock push into him, more than anything. He wanted to be Harry’s.
He snapped out of the daydream to find Harry was no longer in the shower. He slowly peered round the corner.
“What the fuck?!”
Suddenly he was face to face with Harry.

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Good news, there will be at least one more chapter after this.