Make Me A Match

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The next day, Draco didn't show any sign that anything had happened the night before. Harry didn't understand; why wasn't Draco acknowledging him? Harry went down to the Quidditch pitch for practice that night. Being the team captain, he stayed later to clean up. Ron tried to get him to come back to the tower, but he really just wanted to be alone. Ron shook his head in confusion and went up the to castle with the rest of the team.

Harry took a long, hot shower. When he stepped out, he wrapped a towel firmly around his waist. He went to get his clothes and was confronted by a smug looking Draco.

"Draco!" Harry exclaimed. Draco smirked and stepped towards him.

"Well, Potter, you're smarter than I give you credit for," Draco drawled.

Harry scowled at him, and it hit him that he was only wearing a towel. "Malfoy, I'm wearing a towel."

Draco smirked again. "We can fix that," he said suggestively and stepped closer. Harry stumbled back and nearly fell over a bench. Draco frowned playfully. "What's wrong, Potter? Afraid of little old me?"

"No, I just don't understand you." Harry struggled to stand up as Draco moved ever closer.

Draco continued to smirk at him. "What's to understand? I want you, and I always get what I want..."

Harry rolled his eyes. "You're so full of yourself, Mafoy!"

"Of course, it's one of my more appealing qualities. You have to admit, that was what pulled you to me in the first place."

Harry stared at him aghast. He was, as always, correct. "I...I...no!"

This made Draco snicker evilly. "Oh, Potter, don't deny it, then it's more work for both of us." Draco was now inches from Harry. He reached out and grabbed Harry around his waist and pulled him closer. Harry's eyes widened in shock, and he gasped in surprise.

Draco leaned in and captured Harry's surprised lips in a kiss. It was soft at first, but soon turned demanding. Harry was stunned for a moment, but soon realized what was happening and started to kiss back. The boys fell to the floor with Draco on top, of course. Draco hastily removed the towel and Harry moaned as Draco stroked his cock.

Harry slid his hands under Draco's tee-shirt, causing Draco to groan. Harry quickly and haphazardly removed Draco's clothes, throwing them all over the locker room. Draco kissed Harry again and Harry moaned in pleasure as Draco's tongue caressed his own. He gasped as their erections rubbed against each other. Harry involuntarily bucked under Draco and Draco smirked.

"Harry!?" Ron stood in the doorway of the locker rooms, staring in utter shock at the scene in front of him. Draco was sitting on top of Harry, glaring at Ron with undisguised dislike.

"What, Weasel, can't you see you're interrupting?" he drawled with a bite to his voice. Ron turned away quickly and shielded his eyes. He spoke to the corner.

"Uh... Hermione told me to tell you tell you you're going to miss dinner...I 'm gonna go now..." Ron blundered his way out, tripping several times, since he had yet to remove his hand from covering his eyes.

Harry watched him go, then rubbed his temples and grimaced. "This is wonderful," he grumbled and tried to push Draco off of him. Draco wouldn't move and Harry glared at him.

"We're not done, Potter." Draco pushed Harry back down and Harry looked shocked.

"But... Ron... and he'll... oh no! He's going to tell Seamus!"

Draco gave him a calculating look. "Who cares what Finnegan knows? I'm not done!" He ground his body into Harry's and Harry arched into him with a cry. Draco swooped down and kissed him bruisingly, only parting when the need for air became apparent.

Harry gasped for breath and Draco took out his wand and muttered a spell. He entered Harry in one quick motion. Harry's bucked under him.

"God, Draco!" He gasped as Draco hit his sweet spot, time after time. Harry moaned and writhed underneath him. He gripped Draco's thighs and held on tightly, to control himself. Draco moaned loudly and his breathing became ragged.

He slammed his cock back into Harry's willing body, feeling the heat overtake his body. In mere moments, he came forcefully, shooting deep inside Harry's body. He shut his eyes tightly as his climax washed over him. Breathing hard, he collapsed on Harry where he stayed for a few moments, waiting for his heart to calm down. Finally, he pulled out of Harry and got up off him. Harry pushed himself into a sitting position and watched Draco gather his clothes.

"Well, I'll see you around, Potter." Draco started towards the door.

Harry jumped to his feet. "Wait! That's all!?" he asked in frustration.

Draco stopped and raised an eyebrow. "What exactly were you expecting?" he drawled in a bored tone. Harry moved closer and touched his arm. Draco eyed his hand suspiciously.

"I don't know, something more," Harry said lamely.

"Well, you should know, Potter, I'm a Malfoy and we don't do commitment."

"Come on," Harry said slyly, "Don't you think it would be fun?"

Draco scoffed. "Please, Potter, I got what I wanted, what more do you have to offer?"

Harry frowned. He thought he detected a wavering in his voice. "But I like you," he said quietly.

Draco eyed him carefully. "Well, then by all means, if you like me, we must do something more," he replied sarcastically.

Harry scowled at him and pulled his arm towards him. Draco sighed and allowed himself to be pulled. Harry kissed him sweetly and wrapped his arms around Draco's waist. Draco entwined his hands in Harry's hair and brought him closer. He deepened the kiss, and pulled Harry closer but then seemed to come to his senses and quickly pulled out of it. Harry made a noise of loss and regret.

Draco backed away and he looked almost sad. "Sorry, Harry, but this won't work."

Harry stared after him. He'd called him 'Harry', and he'd apologized. Two things Harry had never expected to hear from Draco Malfoy.

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Harry walked back to his common room in a daze. When he got there, he saw Ron and Hermione tucked away in a corner. He sighed laboriously and made his way to them

"Hi, Harry," Hermione greeted cheerfully. Ron blushed and didn't meet his eyes. Harry flopped down a chair and sighed again. "What's wrong?"

"It's Malfoy," he sighed. Ron's eyes darted towards Harry, but he didn't say anything.

"What about him?" Hermione asked softly. Harry stared at the fire, watching the dancing flames.

"I don't think he wants me." Hermione patted his arm and he looked at her. She was smiling at him.

"Of course he does, Harry, he's just afraid."

"Afraid, what do you mean?" Ron also looked up when she'd said this. Hermione rolled her eyes, still smiling at how naive her boys still were after 7 years.

"He wants you, but he doesn't know how, or he doesn't think he can do it."

"Do what?"

"Oh, Harry, love you!" Hermione said in an exasperated tone.

"Love me? But I don't love him, I still don't understand."

Hermione shook her head disparagingly. "You never know..." she said slyly. Harry and Ron both gave her confused looks. She smiled another mysterious smile and gathered her books and retreated to the girls' dormitories. Ron and Harry glanced at each other and shared the thought, she's mad.

"Uh.. .Harry, about what happened... I mean... It's just... well.. .do you really... I mean... umm... do you really... like... Malfoy?" Ron stuttered.

Harry laughed a little. "Yeah, I think I do."

Ron nodded and stared at his shoes. "And, do you...I mean...are you going to try to have a relationship with him?" he asked.

"Maybe, I thought you were okay with Malfoy."

Ron cleared his throat and looked around the room. "Yeah, I am, it's just I never pictured you with him."

Harry laughed. "And who did you picture me with?" he asked, his eyes shining with laughter.

Ron glanced at him and grinned sheepishly. "Well, since it's not a girl anymore, I guess I might have picked, oh I don't know, umm... Justin."

"Finch-Fletchley?" Harry asked, and Ron nodded, the grin now spreading across his entire face. They looked at each other for a minute before bursting into raucous peals of laughter. They were laughing so hard, Ron fell out of his seat and a few first years next to them scurried away from "the mad seventh years".

They continued laughing for several minutes, until they were both out of breath and rolling around on the floor. Harry hauled himself back into his chair, still chuckling, and holding a stitch in his side. Ron's face was red from lack of oxygen.

"Justin!" Harry gasped and Ron burst out laughing again. It was another few minutes before they could pull themselves together enough to breath normally. They avoided looking at each other, for fear of uncontrollable laughter.

"So, we're okay?" Harry asked once they were fully calmed down. Ron smiled and nodded at him.

"I'll try not to ever walk in on that again, mate," Ron said reassuringly.

Harry smiled. "Just learn how to knock, okay?"

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"How do I do this?"

"I don't know! Why are you asking me?!"

"I can't ask Seamus; that would be admitting he won!"

"Well, he did."

"Shut up! He did not!"

"Whatever, I don't know what to do. Ask Hermione, she's much better at this."

"Where is she?"

"In the library."

"Why did I even bother asking..."

"What are you going to do anyway?"

"I don't know, I just need him alone."

"Good luck, mate. He's never alone."

"Only when he wants to be, and he doesn't want to be. This is too difficult. I should just corner him, drag him into a closet, and fuck him."

"Whoa! Too much information!"

"Oh, Ron, get over yourself."

"Harry, this is Draco Malfoy we're talking about. He won't let you do anything he doesn't want to do."

"But he does want to."

"Maybe, but that doesn't make the odds any better."

"Are you going to help me or not?"

"I guess I have to, but I still say you should just ask Seamus."

"No! That is not an option!"

"Okay, Harry, fine, but let's hurry up, my knees are starting to hurt."

"Wimp."

"Coward."

"Ass."

"That's enough, let's go."


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