Not Nineteen Years Later

A/N: This is it, hope you like! There maybe a sequel if I get enough requests and the muse visits!
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“Nice pitch, Malfoy.”
“All the better to beat you in,” responded the Slytherin, smiling.
“Aww, you had in put up just for me?”
“No, but I would be lying if I said I had never fantasized about kicking your ass on this pitch.”
“That’s pathetic Draco,” said Harry, but he knew that if he had a pitch put in he would have thought the same thing about the blond.

At Hogwarts Draco had been the only seeker good enough to provide a challenge in Quidditch and Harry would never forget how many times Gryffindor had almost lost because of it. Still he had loved playing against Slytherin for that reason.

“What can I say, I’m a sore loser.”
“I remember.” And he did, Draco’s tantrums had been legendary. Harry also remembered, much to his chagrin, the way the Slytherin would pout briefly in a nearly cute way before scowling.

Draco had insisted that because he was too lazy to accio his shoes that Harry would have to play barefoot as well, to keep things even. So Harry compliantly kicked off his shoes and stripped of his socks and the black sweater he had on. The small stadium was charmed to stay warm and Harry felt his grey undershirt would suffice. The grass was wet and springy beneath his bare feet. Better to land in, he supposed.
Harry noticed Draco watching him out of the corner of his eye and wondered why the man was still single. Draco, Harry also noticed, was still very handsome. He had grown into his pointed features and his shorter hair framed his face, complementing his fair, slightly flushed skin. The blonde was holding two original Firebolts. He had said that since that was what he had last been beaten on it was fitting, plus nothing could compare but the new Firebolt 2000’s and he only had one of those. Harry still had his old Firebolt as well as a slew of Cleansweep’s for the kids and himself to play with.

“So snitch race simple rules, whoever catches the snitch first wins, period,” said Draco over his shoulder.
“I think I can manage that.”

Draco bent down to open the trunk and Harry found himself staring. He couldn’t help but take note of his ex-rivals firm muscles, defined in his faded jeans. Flushing slightly at his new found interest in Draco’s appearance Harry turned away to examine the sky. Although the pitch was also charmed to be bright as though it was sunny he could still pick out the Little Dipper and the Big Dipper as well as Cassiopeia and Lyra. When he turned back around Draco had released the snitch and was staring at him with an odd look. Harry hoped that Draco hadn’t noticed him watching earlier and he quickly averted his eyes to hide his blush.

“Ready?” Said Harry. Draco smirked.
“As I’ll ever be.”

When they kicked off Harry reveled in the feeling of the wind in his hair and the wood grain under his hands. They flew up high above the stadium and began frantically searching for the little golden ball. Even though it was bright he couldn’t see the tell tale glimpse of gold that signaled the real race to begin. He wasn’t sure who started the name-calling or when they stopped really looking but pretty soon Draco was half laughing and half singing a new song called Potter Is My King.

“Potter cannot catch a thing,
He can’t grab on to a single wing,
That’s why I always sing:
Potter is my King!”

Harry laughed so hard he almost fell of the broom watching Draco serenade the imaginary fans.

“Potter cannot catch the snitch,
So beating him is a cinch,
That’s why I always sing:
Potter is my King!

Potter is my King,
Potter is my King,
He cannot catch a single thing:
Potter is my King!”

After Draco finished he looked flushed and happy and Harry could see his eyes sparkle in the brilliant light of the pitch. It almost distracted him from the small flutter of gold hovering a few feet to Draco’s left.
Almost.
He immediately took off towards the blond who, realizing Harry had seen the snitch, spun on the spot and began to trail Harry. Draco pulled up next to him, bent tightly over the handle of his broom. They were neck and neck when the snitch dived toward the ground. Harry vaguely wondered who would pull out of the dive first but as it turned out neither did. Both had to struggle desperately to pull out of the dive when the snitch leveled out again only a few feet from the grass.
They made the transition successfully and raced after the fluttering ball. Finally it was close enough. Harry could practically feel the snitch flapping against his fingers when he reached out. Draco reached out at the same time with his left hand as Harry reached out with his right. They both grabbed and their hands hit, fingers intertwining tightly around the golden ball. Once the ball was touched the lights dimmed and the twilight covered them, signaling the end of the match. With both refusing to let go and unable to see very well Harry fell off his broom first and dragged Draco with him. They hit the ground and rolled with the little ball frantically beating against their palms. When they stopped moving Harry was lying, sans glasses, on top of Draco who was flushed, panting and tightly holding on to Harry’s hand and the snitch. Harry knew that his weight was probably making it hard for the slighter seeker to breathe but if he adjusted himself he would lose the snitch and the race.

“Tie?” Harry asked, knowing Draco would never consent.
“Not a chance,” the blond grunted.

Harry suddenly felt an odd sensation travel down his spine and settle in his abdomen. A pool of heat ignited in his groin at Draco’s exclamation and he panicked slightly, shifting right but refusing to let go of the ball and his opponent. His panic rose as he felt a certain part of his anatomy rise. He had always known the real reason him and Ginny had split up but he had never imagined when he had asked Draco to lunch that this would happen. Draco began to struggle against his grip on the snitch and instinctively he pressed his body down and worked to keep his hold. Amid the tussle Draco stilled abruptly, wide-eyed and Harry feared that the blond had felt his erection pressed against Draco’s thigh. Suddenly though he knew the real reason was the erection pressed against his thigh!

“Draco,” said Harry, his voice quivering, “why are you still single?”
“I-I haven’t found the right…guy.” Draco was flushed, panting. He turned his head in an attempt to hide his eyes.
“Funny, because I think I just did.” Harry was surprised at how husky his voice sounded. The time to walk lightly was past and his erection was throbbing desperately.
“Huh,” said Draco, for once at a loss for the right words.
“I said-”
“I heard what you said.”
“So?”

Harry was nervous; he had gone out on a limb and was no longer sure how Draco was going to respond. Damned Gryffindor courage! But then his mouth was engulfed with a pair of warm, soft lips. He moved his hands into Draco’s silky hair and felt his one times rival’s arms wrap around his waist, the snitch forgotten. He felt Draco’s tongue tentatively swipe his bottom lip and he opened his mouth to receive it. Draco tasted of pineapples and he smelled like fresh cut grass and musk, something like vanilla and cinnamon. Harry moaned into the kiss, deepening it and languidly ran his hands through Draco’s platinum locks.
He heard Draco moan in response and the heat in his abdomen thrummed, his groin throbbing with need. He pressed himself hard against Draco, who gasped and clutched at his back. He could feel the blonde’s manicured nails digging into his back through his shirt. Draco pushed himself up of the ground and arched into him. Harry broke the kiss, shivering. Draco’s pupils were dilated to the point that only a small ring of grey remained of his irises, his eyes lidded with lust. Harry knew he felt the same way Draco looked but also knew he had to ask.

“What does this mean?”
“I don’t know but, but I want it to mean something.” Harry couldn’t help but smile. So did he.
“Good.”

He dove back into the kiss with fervor and let his hands roam the taut body beneath him. Draco mewled in response, arching and pushing against his straining erection. He began to frantically unbutton Draco’s pants as the blond made quick work of his shirt. Eventually, after several intervals of snogging, they were pressed against each other skin to skin. The feeling of Draco’s hard cock against his own was about enough to make him finish right then but he managed not to. He trailed kisses down Draco’s torso and neck. Nipping here and there, sucking on the blonde’s dusky nipples and breathing in his scent. Draco’s hands were gripping his hair and they yanked him up violently. Suddenly Draco’s soft hands were wrapped around him, pumping steadily. Harry collapsed and Draco flipped them over. He crawled down harry quickly and nestled his face in Harry’s messy nest of pubic hair. He felt the blond breathe in deeply before swallowing him. The heat caused Harry to thrash wildly, ripping out chucks of grass when the talented Slytherin’s tongue dipped into his slit.

“Draco!” He cried as the Slytherin held his hips down and Harry grabbed onto the blonde’s hair for leverage.

Draco continued to ravage his cock and he was about to cum when Draco released him. The cold rush of air did nothing to lessen his erection and when he sat up on his elbows the sight of his cock dripping so close to Draco’s mouth stirred something inside him. Precum leaked out of his slit steadily.
Suddenly he was pushed back roughly and Draco positioned himself above Harry. He grabbed Harry behind the neck and lifted his head up.

“Watch,” was all the other seeker said.

Harry did watch as he pulsating cock slid into Draco. He watched as inch by inch he slowly disappeared into Draco. When he was fully encased he let out a growl and bucked up flinging his head back into the grass. He gripped Draco’s thighs tightly as the blond pulled himself up slowly before slamming back down. Opening his eyes he watched Draco’s face contort in pleasure as he fucked himself on Harry. After seeing this a few more times it drove Harry over the edge and he gripped Draco around the waist and flipped them over.
Grunting he pounded in the Slytherin hard and fast making Draco cry out loudly and bite onto Harry’s shoulder. He couldn’t feel anything except Draco’s tight heat around his cock and the blonde’s heels digging into his lower back. He felt the man beneath him tremble and when Draco clenched tightly around him he leaned down and kissed Draco just before he released.

When Harry came to he was still lying on top of Draco, stuck together by a layer of cum. The blond sighed and kissed him. Harry moved into the lazy kiss before falling to lay by Draco’s side.
“That was-”
“Yeah.”
“Draco I-“
“Yeah.” Harry grinned.
“So tomorrow?”
“Yeah.”

Harry couldn’t believe his luck as he lay there looking up at the stars, holding hands with Draco Malfoy.

FIN