Harry Potter and The Dragon’s Treasure (BP6)
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Beat Me
Chapter Number/Total: 7/41
Chapter Title: Beat Me
Words: 4654 Words
After collecting and cleaning themselves, Harry and Draco calmly made their way back to their seats with enough time to see the end of the match.
"And Slytherin wins," came Luna's dreamy voice over the crowd. "Though Harper might want to check his broom. The way it was wobbling indicates a Samsisal infestation."
"What?" Harry asked, frowning at that news. "But Gryffindor was in the lead!"
"Yeah, well, if you hadn't gone off to shag you'd know what happened," said Ron
"We didn't shag," Draco said smugly, corners of his mouth turning up.
Ron wrinkled his nose. "I don't much care to know what you did."
Harry rolled his eyes and then turned his head to smirk at Draco. "Slytherin won," he said, arching an eyebrow.
"So I heard," Draco smirked as well. "That will be twice in one day soon."
"Oh, no," said Harry. "It only means that I will have to play harder."
"Show me, Potter," Draco drawled.
Valen was asleep in Hermione's arms, apparently worn out from so much excitement.
"Very well," said Harry, getting right back to his feet.
"Oy, where you going?" Ron asked.
"You'll see," said Harry, grinning. "You mind watching him for a bit longer, Hermione?"
"No, he's fine," she said, looking half-amused.
"Potter," Draco said. "I have your gear and broomstick in the Gryffindor changing room." He grinned, waiting for the other man's reaction.
Harry stared at Draco. "Seriously?"
Draco chuckled. "Yes," he said, waggling his eyebrows. He had planned this weeks ago and he'd even had new uniforms made in their old House colours.
"Well, I suppose I should go change then," Harry said coyly, heading towards the Gryffindor locker room. He smirked at Draco over his shoulder.
Draco headed for the Slytherin locker room where he had left his own gear. He had also been secretly practising in the last couple weeks. He came out a couple minutes later in his full Quidditch uniform, holding his Firebolt in one hand and the box with the Snitch in the other.
After spending a few minutes with the downtrodden Gryffindor Quidditch team, Harry dressed quickly, delighted to see that Draco had even gone as far as to get him Gryffindor robes, his name in gold lettering on the back. He blushed and headed out, feeling like they were both idiots, but exceptionally happy about it.
"What are you doing, Harry?" Ginny asked when he came around the corner clutching his broom and making for the door.
"Playing Quidditch," Harry answered, pushing the door open and stepping back outside.
Draco had been met with similar questions by the triumphant Slytherin team, so he was not too surprised to find a crowd had followed him from the dressing rooms. He waited in the centre of the pitch for his husband.
Harry smiled when he caught sight of Draco and moved to meet him, aware of being followed by the small crowd from the changing rooms as well. He could also see that many of the students who had been leaving their seats were pausing at the sight of them dressed to play and standing in the field.
Draco was grinning ear to ear when his husband met him on the pitch. Most everyone, including both teams, were watching them. It was very exciting.
"So, Malfoy," Harry began, grinning as well, not only because he was about to play Draco, but also because, Merlin, the blond looked hot in Quidditch robes. "You going to release the Snitch, or should I?" He raised an eyebrow, smirking.
"You can have the honour," Draco drawled. His eyes were sparkling as he looked into his lover's green ones.
Harry took the box from Draco and set it on the ground. He opened it up and ignored the struggling Bludgers and the red Quaffle, reaching straight for the winged, golden ball. Harry held it tightly in his hand and straightened back up. "Prepared to lose?" he teased, mounting his excellent new broom.
"Prepared to see you on your knees again, Potter," Draco sneered back, but the smile never left his face.
"We'll see," Harry countered, holding the Snitch out in front of himself and Draco. He tensed, ready to kick off from the ground and feeling that old competitive drive creeping into him. He released the ball and then met Draco's eyes, silently counting to ten.
Draco felt the rush of energy, desire and magic. His eyes glittered with it as he focused on the Snitch, broom ready.
"Ten," Harry said aloud, kicking up from the ground to soar into the air.
Draco felt Harry's magic flare even before he kicked off and was right with him.
Harry wasn't terribly surprised when there were cheers, but he tuned them out, eyes darting around for a flash of gold. He kept an eye on Draco as well, in case his husband might see something before him.
Draco flew high, looking down and hoping to use both the sun and Harry's body language to spot the Snitch. It was amazing being high in the air above the crowd again. He'd always loved that part.
Harry looked up at Draco, smiling at him, and found himself thinking of how good the man looked again. "Any luck, Malfoy?" he called, flipping around for a moment so that he was hanging from his broom with arms and legs. It was something he wouldn't have done in a regular match, but he couldn't resist just a little showing off in front of Draco.
Draco couldn't help a smile at his husband's antics. But the Gryffindor made a mistake there. He was so busy showing off that he missed the Snitch that flew behind him. Draco made like he was flying over to Harry and then darted past him in pursuit of the winged ball.
Harry gasped and quickly turned back around, fumbling in his haste. "Dammit," he cursed under his breath, streaking after Draco.
Draco put all his concentration into the dive as the Snitch moved downward. It was a dangerous move but he was not letting Harry beat him after all this time.
Harry was gaining on Draco. He could see the Snitch as well and stretched his arm out, flying nearly side-by-side with his husband.
Draco's heart was beating fast, the wind in his hair and his robes flapping. He could feel Harry's magic even if he couldn't spare the attention to look beside him. He focused his will on that Snitch, picturing the image of Harry on his knees in the centre of the pitch. And, as he did, his fingers crept closer to the target.
Harry strained his arm, reaching until his fingers were sliding against Draco's.
Draco shifted forward, putting his weight dangerously toward the front of his broom and then he felt the wings against his skin just as his fingers closed around the golden ball.
Harry's eyes widened as he scrambled with empty air. He barely had enough time in his shock to tug up swiftly on his broom, pulling out of the dive.
Unfortunately, Draco was so excited that he'd got the Snitch that he forgot to pull up. He found himself spinning dangerously in the air as he tried to avoid ploughing into the ground.
Harry looked back over at Draco and gasped, seeing him lose control of his broom. He took off in a burst of speed toward him and held his arm out, shooting a spell to slow him down without even truly registering what he was doing. He put himself between Draco and the ground so that his husband hit him instead. It sent them both rolling along the grass, and didn't feel exactly pleasant, but left them relatively unharmed when they'd stopped, tangled in a sweaty heap.
Draco had the wind knocked out of him and it took him a minute of not being able to inhale before he drew in a big shuddering breath. He grinned at his husband, who was lying half atop him, and held up the Snitch for Harry to see.
Harry looked at the little gold ball and shook his head, still panting. "You caught the Snitch," he said in a voice of disbelief.
Draco was grinning as he staggered to his feet and held it in the air. "Yes, Potter, I beat you!"
Harry rolled onto his back, propping himself up on his elbows. And just then, the noise from the stands seemed to click back on. He looked up to see that even Ron was cheering for Draco. He raised his eyebrows, shaking his head again and moving his eyes back to the triumphant blond.
Draco was laughing, the largest grin Harry had ever seen spread across his face. The wings were fluttering on the golden ball he held up high. There was cheering and Harry was looking up at him from the ground. It was better than his best fantasy of beating Potter.
Harry took in a large breath and let it out in a long sigh, unable to be completely disappointed, because Draco looked absolutely adorable. He pushed himself up and got to his feet, though he knew he would be on his knees in a moment.
Draco looked into the stands and saw Hermione holding Valen. Their son was bouncing up and down and pulling the woman's hair, apparently having woke up. Then Draco looked at his husband. His husband. He had finally proved himself against Harry. And he was about as turned on as he could get by both what he had done and what he intended to do.
Harry held his arms out in a surrendering gesture. "Where do you want me?" he asked, smiling only a bit in a resigned sort of way.
"You know what I want," Draco said, waggling his eyebrows.
Harry smirked. "Yes, I believe I do," he said.
Draco looked around at everyone. He drew his wand and cast Sonorus on himself. "Harry has something to say," his voice boomed out and the crowd settled down. He grinned at his husband then as all eyes and ears were turned to them.
Harry sighed again, smiling tightly at Draco. His face flushed brightly but he dropped to his knees in front of him. He cleared his throat and then cast Sonorus as well, pausing before he began, "Draco Malfoy, you are the best. You beat me fair and square and your genius knows no bounds." He smiled at him with narrowed eyes.
Draco chuckled, the charm still active. "Only as good as my other half," he said, grinning at him.
Harry grinned back and laughed with the crowd, his voice echoing around the pitch.
After stuffing the Snitch in his pocket, Draco held out his hand to his husband.
Harry reached his hand for Draco's, using it to pull himself to his feet again.
Draco held their clasped hands up and people cheered, then he stepped in and kissed his husband.
Smiling against Draco's lips, Harry kissed him back happily.
Draco tilted his head, lips opening and tongue thrusting into his lover's mouth. He loved it. Loved that everyone could see them.
Harry let out a sound that would have been small had his voice not been magically magnified. As it was, it was a loud, muffled, "Uh."
"Always," Draco whispered, and it carried into the stands. "Always yours."
Harry smiled softly. "Yours," he whispered in return.
Pulling back, Draco looked into Harry's eyes. "To the showers?" he asked.
Harry raised his eyebrows at Draco and then ended the spell for both of them. "To the showers," he agreed, ignoring the muttering of the crowd.
They walked hand in hand to the locker room. "Yours or mine?" Draco asked.
Harry smirked. "Which one did you always fantasise about?" he asked, voice already growing deeper.
"Yours, usually," Draco smirked. "Come in while you are changing and...."
Harry licked his lips. "Fuck me senseless?" he finished. He turned and faced Draco. "Shall I go in first then?" he asked, rubbing the skin of Draco's hand with his thumb.
"Yes," Draco grinned. "Go take a shower."
Harry grinned slyly, turning again to head into the Gryffindor changing rooms. He began undressing, lying his robes on a bench before heading into the shower area and turning on the hot water. He remembered what Draco had said about watching him wank in these showers and felt his cock twitch.
Draco went to the Slytherin locker room, and stripped quickly. Then he swallowed the potion he had brought with him before walking over to the Gryffindor side.
Harry stood under the water, waiting for Draco with his heart beating quickly. He could already tell this was going to be fucking hot.
Draco had one problem with his plan. His silver hand would be visible. So he had borrowed Harry's Invisibility Cloak as well, wrapping the hand in it for the moment. He stood naked now in the Gryffindor locker room, watching Harry shower.
Harry wondered if he was supposed to actually shower, or if he was supposed to just wait for Draco. Where was Draco anyway? Harry waited another minute before soaping up, as Draco still wasn't there. There was probably not too much of a point to shower before sex, but he was sweaty and already there, so he did.
Draco had been hard before, but watching Harry in the shower as he washed himself made his cock twitch in anticipation. There was something delicious about Harry unguarded and unknowing.
Harry looked around himself for Draco again, rinsing off. No way would he just stand outside or something so long. Harry wondered if Draco was already inside.... He rubbed his own hand across his chest and stomach a little slower, just in case his husband was watching him.
Draco smirked as Harry's hands touched himself. The blond mirrored the movements with his right hand on his own body.
Harry pushed his wet hair off his forehead and then rubbed his neck and collarbone free of soap, still moving slowly. Then he moved his hands down his chest again and to his hips, rubbing the skin around, but not touching his erection.
Draco's plan was to wait until Harry was out of the shower to touch him. But he was seriously reconsidering now. He stepped carefully into the tiled area, walking closer but trying not to make a sound.
Harry continued to touch himself, but when there was still no sign of his husband he finished quickly and shut the water off, Summoning a towel from where they lay folded.
Stepping back, Draco waited for Harry to get to the locker area where the benches were.
Harry dried off and didn't bother to wrap the towel around his hips. He rubbed the towel on his hair as he exited the showers.
Draco stepped behind Harry. The minute he brought the towel down from his hair, Draco's hand was there, grabbing a handful.
Harry gasped and jumped, having honestly not expected the move. He tried to turn and struggled.
Draco brought his naked body against Harry's back, releasing the Cloak now so that he could use his silver hand as well to control Harry body movements. No longer a surprise, he could speak and break the Invisibility, too. "On your knees, Potter," he sneered in his lover's ear.
"Malfoy," Harry hissed, knowing that Draco wanted him to fight and then give in.
Draco twisted Harry's hair hard and pressed his knee into the back of the other man's, forcing him to kneel beside one of the benches.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Harry growled, hissing through his teeth as Draco moved his body.
Draco put his weight into it, forcing Harry to bend over the bench, and rested his knee in the small of the man's back, holding him in place. He used his free hand to smooth over Harry's arse. "Whatever the fuck I want, Potter," he answered.
Harry growled again, pushing back against Draco. "This was not the agreement, you prick," he said in a hard voice.
"Actually it was," Draco said, smirking. "Different bet, though." He laughed.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Harry asked, trying yet again to push Draco away.
"Two years ago," Draco said. Then he switched hands in Harry's hair so that he could use his right hand. He brought that hand down for a hard smack against Harry's arse.
Harry had to try very hard to keep his groan from escaping and was glad that his 'struggle' allowed him to squirm.
Draco's cock twitched hard with the sound and feel of that slap against Harry's arse. He hit him several more times before running his hand over the red blush on those cheeks.
Harry hissed quietly, panting heavily through his nose. "Fucking pervert," he said, voice trembling with his arousal.
"Oh, yes, Potter," Draco drawled. "I can see that you are. Look at that hard cock hanging between your legs. You love being beaten by me."
Harry actually flushed, though he didn't quite know why. He was struck again with how real this was.
Draco Summoned his wand and tied Harry's wrists to the bench, then stood up and walked around to the front so that Harry could clearly see his erection. "I'm going to fuck you, Potter," he said. "But first I am going to make you beg for it."
Harry looked up at Draco with lust-darkened eyes, which he couldn't help, but also scowled heavily at him. His breathing sped up once again and he pulled on the ropes binding him.
Chuckling softly, Draco stepped back behind Harry again. He began spanking the man once more, striking those lovely cheeks repeatedly with the flat of his hand until they were bright red.
Harry clenched his teeth but couldn't help gasping and crying out in the end. The sting was painful, but his cock was so fucking hard and leaking onto the floor.
"I think you would come just from spanking, if I kept it up long enough. What do you think, Potter? Or should I fuck this hole?" Draco asked in that false, sweet, teasing voice he'd sometimes used in school.
Harry didn't answer, not ready to give in, but wanting Draco to fuck him. But, of course, he couldn't tell Draco to fuck him. He pretended to struggle again. "You wouldn't, actually," he said, gasping and not meaning to.
Draco ran his fingers teasingly down the cleft of Harry's arse. "Wouldn't fuck this pretty virgin hole?" he asked. He used just the pad of one finger to rub gentle circles against the sensitive puckered flesh of Harry's entrance.
Harry swallowed, gasping again as he fought to keep from pressing back. He didn't know what to say to that, so he didn't say anything. Instead, he lowered his forehead into the crook of his arm.
"Oh, so you don't want my thick cock in your beautiful arse?" Draco purred. He removed his finger and silently Summoned his wand, casting a non-verbal lube spell as well. Then he brought the slick finger against the puckered opening.
"Ngh," Harry let out strangely, his cock twitching with the words and the touch.
"That hardly constitutes proper begging, Potter," Draco drawled, the tight muscle relaxing enough to slide the tip of his finger inside. "You will have to do better than that," he added.
Harry took in a shuddering breath. "I won't beg you for anything," he tried to sneer, but it came out as another gasp instead.
"We'll see about that," Draco answered, working his finger in and out of his lover's opening. Meanwhile, he stroked those sensitive red cheeks.
Harry arched his back, torn between moving away from the touch, as he should have done, or moving into it, as he wanted to.
Draco continued to stroke Harry's red sensitive flesh as he worked another finger into him. He prepared him as if Harry were still a virgin, stretching carefully, then twisted his fingers to rub against Harry's prostate.
Harry's face flushed again, but with pleasure. "W-what are you doing?" he asked shakily, because as a virgin, he wouldn't know.
Draco smiled, and began stroking Harry again as he pumped those fingers. "Feels good, doesn't it?" he purred.
Harry didn't answer but let out a quiet moan that he was unable to hold in.
"That's it," Draco encouraged. "I bet your cock is aching to be touched right now." He worked a third finger in, twisting again.
Harry let out another moan, squirming on Draco's hand. His cock was aching, and leaking even more, heavy between his legs. He could hardly stand it, but it was so good.
"You look perfect on your knees," Draco said, voice low and husky. "And your hole feels tight and slick. You want me to fuck you now or leave you here for your fellow Gryffindors to find like this?"
"No," Harry let out in a gasping breath, and it was so strange that Draco leaving him in the locker room seemed an actual possibility. "You can't leave me here."
"Oh, but I can, Potter," Draco purred, amusement in his tone. "Can you imagine it?"
Yes, Harry could imagine it. And it was not a very nice picture, but, Merlin, Draco was hot. He felt very much like starting to beg.
Draco moved in closer, rubbing the slick head of his cock over the warm sensitive flesh of Harry's arsecheeks. He slowly withdrew his fingers from the bound man's entrance.
Harry whimpered with Draco's withdrawal and flushed yet again, trembling and panting.
"Yes, you look so wanton like this," Draco said softly. "Your body is aching for me, isn't it?"
"Please," Harry whispered very quietly, his face still buried in his arm.
"Please what, Potter?" Draco asked, continuing to slide the head of his cock over Harry's reddened arse.
"Please ..." Harry began very quietly, squeezing his eyes shut from Draco's touch. "Please...."
"Please leave you here, hard and aching to be touched?" Draco asked.
Harry was silent for a long few moments. "Please fuck me," he whispered finally, wondering if he might come without being touched anywhere.
"More," Draco said, sounding breathless. He slid the head of his cock down the cleft of Harry's arse.
Harry groaned. "Please fuck me," he whispered again. "Please let me come. Please, Malfoy."
Draco grinned. "You want me, Draco Malfoy, to stick my cock in your arse and fuck you?" he asked, remembering the first time he had asked that of the man in front of him.
Harry bit his lip tightly. "Yes," he answered after a moment. "I want you to fuck me."
Draco slicked his cock more and then rubbed the head against that clenching hole. "Beg me," he said quietly.
Harry groaned deeply, pulling on the ropes again because he felt like he needed to move something. "Please," he said. "Please put your cock in me. Oh, God, please, Malfoy. Please, I want it so fucking much."
That made Draco tremble. "Yes," he answered, licking his lips and pressing the head into Harry's opening. He loved that moment of pushing past the tightness and into warmth.
Harry threw his head back and arched, gasping. "Oh, yes, please," he whimpered.
"Oh, yessss," Draco gasped, his lover's magic crackling over his skin. He pressed slowly inside until he was completely buried in the other man.
Harry let out a long moan, holding completely still. "God, Malfoy, you're so ... thick," he said in a strangled voice, unable to resist just a little dirty talk.
"And you are perfect around me," Draco added, and drew back slowly, feeling Harry's hole clenching around the movement.
Harry hissed, using his muscles to squeeze Draco tighter. "Mmm, yes, yeah," he gasped, making fists with his hands.
Draco moaned now, sliding forward again into Harry. "Oh, Gods, yes, so tight, so good," Draco gasped, fingers squeezing Harry's sore arse as he did.
"So good," Harry echoed, referring to both Draco's slide into him, and the delicious sting of his hands on his arse.
Draco agreed, swallowing hard as he trembled. "I beat you, Potter," his said, beginning to rock into Harry's sore arse with each thrust now.
"Mmm, yes. You beat me," Harry agreed, pressing back against Draco.
Draco picked up the pace then. The sound of his body slapping against Harry's was loud in the room. "Oh, yes, inside you," he gasped.
Harry growled and hissed and groaned as he met each of Draco's thrusts. "Fuck, yes," he answered him. "So good inside."
Draco reached for his wand, releasing the ropes that bound Harry. He wrapped his arm around the man's body, while his silver hand slid around his lover's hip and closed over his wet cock.
"Oh, fuck," Harry gasped, reaching his hand back to grasp Draco's hair as he came extremely close to coming.
"Mine, now and always," Draco gasped against the side of his lover's face as he pumped the man's cock in time with his hips.
"Yours," Harry agreed, gritting his teeth as his seed began to spurt out of him. His hand tightened in Draco's hair and he let out a strangled cry.
Harry's body clenching around Draco's cock and warm liquid drizzling onto his silver hand would have been enough to bring him over the edge, but Harry's magic surged with him and Draco cried out at the intensity of his release.
Harry closed his eyes, panting and then sighing in content pleasure. "Merlin, you're perfect," he whispered.
"Yes, Potter," Draco whispered against his ear. "Perfect for you and now you know."
"No one is more perfect for me," Harry said to him, smiling. And after a moment of quiet contentment with his gorgeous husband he asked, "You think one day we can get married and have a baby?"
Draco chuckled, kissing the side of his face. "Well, said potential baby is probably screaming his bloody head off right now for his Daddy Harry," he whispered.
Harry smiled again. "Yes, probably," he said, dropping his hand from Draco's hair.
Draco kissed Harry's shoulder, nipping slightly at it. Then he gently pulled out from his husband's body, smiling at the bright red skin.
Harry let out a small noise as Draco pulled back. "You know," he said, "I really should spank you like that one day."
Draco groaned, his arse clenching and groin tingling at the very idea. "Oh, yes, you should," he answered, patting Harry's arse with his right hand.
Harry let out another sound and then grinned, pushing himself up and Summoning his clothes from where he'd put them when he'd first changed.
Draco stood too and picked up his wand. "I haven't showered yet, and I very much need it," he said. He cast a Cleaning Charm on his husband so he could get dressed. "My clothes are in the other locker room," he said. "Should I meet you inside?"
Harry nodded, kissing Draco on the cheek. "One thing, though," he said. "What bet from two years ago were you talking about?"
Draco laughed then, unable to answer for a minute because of it. "The prank," he managed.
Harry rolled his eyes and snorted. "Well, you certainly didn't need to use that to get me in here," he said, grinning.
"So I still have it for another time?" Draco smiled, raising his eyebrows.
Harry snorted again. "Sure," he said, eyes alight behind his glasses.
"Good." And then Draco picked up the Invisibility Cloak he had dropped earlier and wrapped it around himself. With only his head showing, he leaned in and kissed his husband.
Harry smiled as he kissed Draco back, swiping his tongue over his lips before pulling away. "See you later, Malfoy," he said suggestively, waggling his eyebrows a few times.
Draco nodded, smiling, and then pulled the hood over his head, disappearing from sight to make his way back over to the Slytherin locker room.
Chapter Title: Beat Me
Words: 4654 Words
After collecting and cleaning themselves, Harry and Draco calmly made their way back to their seats with enough time to see the end of the match.
"And Slytherin wins," came Luna's dreamy voice over the crowd. "Though Harper might want to check his broom. The way it was wobbling indicates a Samsisal infestation."
"What?" Harry asked, frowning at that news. "But Gryffindor was in the lead!"
"Yeah, well, if you hadn't gone off to shag you'd know what happened," said Ron
"We didn't shag," Draco said smugly, corners of his mouth turning up.
Ron wrinkled his nose. "I don't much care to know what you did."
Harry rolled his eyes and then turned his head to smirk at Draco. "Slytherin won," he said, arching an eyebrow.
"So I heard," Draco smirked as well. "That will be twice in one day soon."
"Oh, no," said Harry. "It only means that I will have to play harder."
"Show me, Potter," Draco drawled.
Valen was asleep in Hermione's arms, apparently worn out from so much excitement.
"Very well," said Harry, getting right back to his feet.
"Oy, where you going?" Ron asked.
"You'll see," said Harry, grinning. "You mind watching him for a bit longer, Hermione?"
"No, he's fine," she said, looking half-amused.
"Potter," Draco said. "I have your gear and broomstick in the Gryffindor changing room." He grinned, waiting for the other man's reaction.
Harry stared at Draco. "Seriously?"
Draco chuckled. "Yes," he said, waggling his eyebrows. He had planned this weeks ago and he'd even had new uniforms made in their old House colours.
"Well, I suppose I should go change then," Harry said coyly, heading towards the Gryffindor locker room. He smirked at Draco over his shoulder.
Draco headed for the Slytherin locker room where he had left his own gear. He had also been secretly practising in the last couple weeks. He came out a couple minutes later in his full Quidditch uniform, holding his Firebolt in one hand and the box with the Snitch in the other.
After spending a few minutes with the downtrodden Gryffindor Quidditch team, Harry dressed quickly, delighted to see that Draco had even gone as far as to get him Gryffindor robes, his name in gold lettering on the back. He blushed and headed out, feeling like they were both idiots, but exceptionally happy about it.
"What are you doing, Harry?" Ginny asked when he came around the corner clutching his broom and making for the door.
"Playing Quidditch," Harry answered, pushing the door open and stepping back outside.
Draco had been met with similar questions by the triumphant Slytherin team, so he was not too surprised to find a crowd had followed him from the dressing rooms. He waited in the centre of the pitch for his husband.
Harry smiled when he caught sight of Draco and moved to meet him, aware of being followed by the small crowd from the changing rooms as well. He could also see that many of the students who had been leaving their seats were pausing at the sight of them dressed to play and standing in the field.
Draco was grinning ear to ear when his husband met him on the pitch. Most everyone, including both teams, were watching them. It was very exciting.
"So, Malfoy," Harry began, grinning as well, not only because he was about to play Draco, but also because, Merlin, the blond looked hot in Quidditch robes. "You going to release the Snitch, or should I?" He raised an eyebrow, smirking.
"You can have the honour," Draco drawled. His eyes were sparkling as he looked into his lover's green ones.
Harry took the box from Draco and set it on the ground. He opened it up and ignored the struggling Bludgers and the red Quaffle, reaching straight for the winged, golden ball. Harry held it tightly in his hand and straightened back up. "Prepared to lose?" he teased, mounting his excellent new broom.
"Prepared to see you on your knees again, Potter," Draco sneered back, but the smile never left his face.
"We'll see," Harry countered, holding the Snitch out in front of himself and Draco. He tensed, ready to kick off from the ground and feeling that old competitive drive creeping into him. He released the ball and then met Draco's eyes, silently counting to ten.
Draco felt the rush of energy, desire and magic. His eyes glittered with it as he focused on the Snitch, broom ready.
"Ten," Harry said aloud, kicking up from the ground to soar into the air.
Draco felt Harry's magic flare even before he kicked off and was right with him.
Harry wasn't terribly surprised when there were cheers, but he tuned them out, eyes darting around for a flash of gold. He kept an eye on Draco as well, in case his husband might see something before him.
Draco flew high, looking down and hoping to use both the sun and Harry's body language to spot the Snitch. It was amazing being high in the air above the crowd again. He'd always loved that part.
Harry looked up at Draco, smiling at him, and found himself thinking of how good the man looked again. "Any luck, Malfoy?" he called, flipping around for a moment so that he was hanging from his broom with arms and legs. It was something he wouldn't have done in a regular match, but he couldn't resist just a little showing off in front of Draco.
Draco couldn't help a smile at his husband's antics. But the Gryffindor made a mistake there. He was so busy showing off that he missed the Snitch that flew behind him. Draco made like he was flying over to Harry and then darted past him in pursuit of the winged ball.
Harry gasped and quickly turned back around, fumbling in his haste. "Dammit," he cursed under his breath, streaking after Draco.
Draco put all his concentration into the dive as the Snitch moved downward. It was a dangerous move but he was not letting Harry beat him after all this time.
Harry was gaining on Draco. He could see the Snitch as well and stretched his arm out, flying nearly side-by-side with his husband.
Draco's heart was beating fast, the wind in his hair and his robes flapping. He could feel Harry's magic even if he couldn't spare the attention to look beside him. He focused his will on that Snitch, picturing the image of Harry on his knees in the centre of the pitch. And, as he did, his fingers crept closer to the target.
Harry strained his arm, reaching until his fingers were sliding against Draco's.
Draco shifted forward, putting his weight dangerously toward the front of his broom and then he felt the wings against his skin just as his fingers closed around the golden ball.
Harry's eyes widened as he scrambled with empty air. He barely had enough time in his shock to tug up swiftly on his broom, pulling out of the dive.
Unfortunately, Draco was so excited that he'd got the Snitch that he forgot to pull up. He found himself spinning dangerously in the air as he tried to avoid ploughing into the ground.
Harry looked back over at Draco and gasped, seeing him lose control of his broom. He took off in a burst of speed toward him and held his arm out, shooting a spell to slow him down without even truly registering what he was doing. He put himself between Draco and the ground so that his husband hit him instead. It sent them both rolling along the grass, and didn't feel exactly pleasant, but left them relatively unharmed when they'd stopped, tangled in a sweaty heap.
Draco had the wind knocked out of him and it took him a minute of not being able to inhale before he drew in a big shuddering breath. He grinned at his husband, who was lying half atop him, and held up the Snitch for Harry to see.
Harry looked at the little gold ball and shook his head, still panting. "You caught the Snitch," he said in a voice of disbelief.
Draco was grinning as he staggered to his feet and held it in the air. "Yes, Potter, I beat you!"
Harry rolled onto his back, propping himself up on his elbows. And just then, the noise from the stands seemed to click back on. He looked up to see that even Ron was cheering for Draco. He raised his eyebrows, shaking his head again and moving his eyes back to the triumphant blond.
Draco was laughing, the largest grin Harry had ever seen spread across his face. The wings were fluttering on the golden ball he held up high. There was cheering and Harry was looking up at him from the ground. It was better than his best fantasy of beating Potter.
Harry took in a large breath and let it out in a long sigh, unable to be completely disappointed, because Draco looked absolutely adorable. He pushed himself up and got to his feet, though he knew he would be on his knees in a moment.
Draco looked into the stands and saw Hermione holding Valen. Their son was bouncing up and down and pulling the woman's hair, apparently having woke up. Then Draco looked at his husband. His husband. He had finally proved himself against Harry. And he was about as turned on as he could get by both what he had done and what he intended to do.
Harry held his arms out in a surrendering gesture. "Where do you want me?" he asked, smiling only a bit in a resigned sort of way.
"You know what I want," Draco said, waggling his eyebrows.
Harry smirked. "Yes, I believe I do," he said.
Draco looked around at everyone. He drew his wand and cast Sonorus on himself. "Harry has something to say," his voice boomed out and the crowd settled down. He grinned at his husband then as all eyes and ears were turned to them.
Harry sighed again, smiling tightly at Draco. His face flushed brightly but he dropped to his knees in front of him. He cleared his throat and then cast Sonorus as well, pausing before he began, "Draco Malfoy, you are the best. You beat me fair and square and your genius knows no bounds." He smiled at him with narrowed eyes.
Draco chuckled, the charm still active. "Only as good as my other half," he said, grinning at him.
Harry grinned back and laughed with the crowd, his voice echoing around the pitch.
After stuffing the Snitch in his pocket, Draco held out his hand to his husband.
Harry reached his hand for Draco's, using it to pull himself to his feet again.
Draco held their clasped hands up and people cheered, then he stepped in and kissed his husband.
Smiling against Draco's lips, Harry kissed him back happily.
Draco tilted his head, lips opening and tongue thrusting into his lover's mouth. He loved it. Loved that everyone could see them.
Harry let out a sound that would have been small had his voice not been magically magnified. As it was, it was a loud, muffled, "Uh."
"Always," Draco whispered, and it carried into the stands. "Always yours."
Harry smiled softly. "Yours," he whispered in return.
Pulling back, Draco looked into Harry's eyes. "To the showers?" he asked.
Harry raised his eyebrows at Draco and then ended the spell for both of them. "To the showers," he agreed, ignoring the muttering of the crowd.
They walked hand in hand to the locker room. "Yours or mine?" Draco asked.
Harry smirked. "Which one did you always fantasise about?" he asked, voice already growing deeper.
"Yours, usually," Draco smirked. "Come in while you are changing and...."
Harry licked his lips. "Fuck me senseless?" he finished. He turned and faced Draco. "Shall I go in first then?" he asked, rubbing the skin of Draco's hand with his thumb.
"Yes," Draco grinned. "Go take a shower."
Harry grinned slyly, turning again to head into the Gryffindor changing rooms. He began undressing, lying his robes on a bench before heading into the shower area and turning on the hot water. He remembered what Draco had said about watching him wank in these showers and felt his cock twitch.
Draco went to the Slytherin locker room, and stripped quickly. Then he swallowed the potion he had brought with him before walking over to the Gryffindor side.
Harry stood under the water, waiting for Draco with his heart beating quickly. He could already tell this was going to be fucking hot.
Draco had one problem with his plan. His silver hand would be visible. So he had borrowed Harry's Invisibility Cloak as well, wrapping the hand in it for the moment. He stood naked now in the Gryffindor locker room, watching Harry shower.
Harry wondered if he was supposed to actually shower, or if he was supposed to just wait for Draco. Where was Draco anyway? Harry waited another minute before soaping up, as Draco still wasn't there. There was probably not too much of a point to shower before sex, but he was sweaty and already there, so he did.
Draco had been hard before, but watching Harry in the shower as he washed himself made his cock twitch in anticipation. There was something delicious about Harry unguarded and unknowing.
Harry looked around himself for Draco again, rinsing off. No way would he just stand outside or something so long. Harry wondered if Draco was already inside.... He rubbed his own hand across his chest and stomach a little slower, just in case his husband was watching him.
Draco smirked as Harry's hands touched himself. The blond mirrored the movements with his right hand on his own body.
Harry pushed his wet hair off his forehead and then rubbed his neck and collarbone free of soap, still moving slowly. Then he moved his hands down his chest again and to his hips, rubbing the skin around, but not touching his erection.
Draco's plan was to wait until Harry was out of the shower to touch him. But he was seriously reconsidering now. He stepped carefully into the tiled area, walking closer but trying not to make a sound.
Harry continued to touch himself, but when there was still no sign of his husband he finished quickly and shut the water off, Summoning a towel from where they lay folded.
Stepping back, Draco waited for Harry to get to the locker area where the benches were.
Harry dried off and didn't bother to wrap the towel around his hips. He rubbed the towel on his hair as he exited the showers.
Draco stepped behind Harry. The minute he brought the towel down from his hair, Draco's hand was there, grabbing a handful.
Harry gasped and jumped, having honestly not expected the move. He tried to turn and struggled.
Draco brought his naked body against Harry's back, releasing the Cloak now so that he could use his silver hand as well to control Harry body movements. No longer a surprise, he could speak and break the Invisibility, too. "On your knees, Potter," he sneered in his lover's ear.
"Malfoy," Harry hissed, knowing that Draco wanted him to fight and then give in.
Draco twisted Harry's hair hard and pressed his knee into the back of the other man's, forcing him to kneel beside one of the benches.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Harry growled, hissing through his teeth as Draco moved his body.
Draco put his weight into it, forcing Harry to bend over the bench, and rested his knee in the small of the man's back, holding him in place. He used his free hand to smooth over Harry's arse. "Whatever the fuck I want, Potter," he answered.
Harry growled again, pushing back against Draco. "This was not the agreement, you prick," he said in a hard voice.
"Actually it was," Draco said, smirking. "Different bet, though." He laughed.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Harry asked, trying yet again to push Draco away.
"Two years ago," Draco said. Then he switched hands in Harry's hair so that he could use his right hand. He brought that hand down for a hard smack against Harry's arse.
Harry had to try very hard to keep his groan from escaping and was glad that his 'struggle' allowed him to squirm.
Draco's cock twitched hard with the sound and feel of that slap against Harry's arse. He hit him several more times before running his hand over the red blush on those cheeks.
Harry hissed quietly, panting heavily through his nose. "Fucking pervert," he said, voice trembling with his arousal.
"Oh, yes, Potter," Draco drawled. "I can see that you are. Look at that hard cock hanging between your legs. You love being beaten by me."
Harry actually flushed, though he didn't quite know why. He was struck again with how real this was.
Draco Summoned his wand and tied Harry's wrists to the bench, then stood up and walked around to the front so that Harry could clearly see his erection. "I'm going to fuck you, Potter," he said. "But first I am going to make you beg for it."
Harry looked up at Draco with lust-darkened eyes, which he couldn't help, but also scowled heavily at him. His breathing sped up once again and he pulled on the ropes binding him.
Chuckling softly, Draco stepped back behind Harry again. He began spanking the man once more, striking those lovely cheeks repeatedly with the flat of his hand until they were bright red.
Harry clenched his teeth but couldn't help gasping and crying out in the end. The sting was painful, but his cock was so fucking hard and leaking onto the floor.
"I think you would come just from spanking, if I kept it up long enough. What do you think, Potter? Or should I fuck this hole?" Draco asked in that false, sweet, teasing voice he'd sometimes used in school.
Harry didn't answer, not ready to give in, but wanting Draco to fuck him. But, of course, he couldn't tell Draco to fuck him. He pretended to struggle again. "You wouldn't, actually," he said, gasping and not meaning to.
Draco ran his fingers teasingly down the cleft of Harry's arse. "Wouldn't fuck this pretty virgin hole?" he asked. He used just the pad of one finger to rub gentle circles against the sensitive puckered flesh of Harry's entrance.
Harry swallowed, gasping again as he fought to keep from pressing back. He didn't know what to say to that, so he didn't say anything. Instead, he lowered his forehead into the crook of his arm.
"Oh, so you don't want my thick cock in your beautiful arse?" Draco purred. He removed his finger and silently Summoned his wand, casting a non-verbal lube spell as well. Then he brought the slick finger against the puckered opening.
"Ngh," Harry let out strangely, his cock twitching with the words and the touch.
"That hardly constitutes proper begging, Potter," Draco drawled, the tight muscle relaxing enough to slide the tip of his finger inside. "You will have to do better than that," he added.
Harry took in a shuddering breath. "I won't beg you for anything," he tried to sneer, but it came out as another gasp instead.
"We'll see about that," Draco answered, working his finger in and out of his lover's opening. Meanwhile, he stroked those sensitive red cheeks.
Harry arched his back, torn between moving away from the touch, as he should have done, or moving into it, as he wanted to.
Draco continued to stroke Harry's red sensitive flesh as he worked another finger into him. He prepared him as if Harry were still a virgin, stretching carefully, then twisted his fingers to rub against Harry's prostate.
Harry's face flushed again, but with pleasure. "W-what are you doing?" he asked shakily, because as a virgin, he wouldn't know.
Draco smiled, and began stroking Harry again as he pumped those fingers. "Feels good, doesn't it?" he purred.
Harry didn't answer but let out a quiet moan that he was unable to hold in.
"That's it," Draco encouraged. "I bet your cock is aching to be touched right now." He worked a third finger in, twisting again.
Harry let out another moan, squirming on Draco's hand. His cock was aching, and leaking even more, heavy between his legs. He could hardly stand it, but it was so good.
"You look perfect on your knees," Draco said, voice low and husky. "And your hole feels tight and slick. You want me to fuck you now or leave you here for your fellow Gryffindors to find like this?"
"No," Harry let out in a gasping breath, and it was so strange that Draco leaving him in the locker room seemed an actual possibility. "You can't leave me here."
"Oh, but I can, Potter," Draco purred, amusement in his tone. "Can you imagine it?"
Yes, Harry could imagine it. And it was not a very nice picture, but, Merlin, Draco was hot. He felt very much like starting to beg.
Draco moved in closer, rubbing the slick head of his cock over the warm sensitive flesh of Harry's arsecheeks. He slowly withdrew his fingers from the bound man's entrance.
Harry whimpered with Draco's withdrawal and flushed yet again, trembling and panting.
"Yes, you look so wanton like this," Draco said softly. "Your body is aching for me, isn't it?"
"Please," Harry whispered very quietly, his face still buried in his arm.
"Please what, Potter?" Draco asked, continuing to slide the head of his cock over Harry's reddened arse.
"Please ..." Harry began very quietly, squeezing his eyes shut from Draco's touch. "Please...."
"Please leave you here, hard and aching to be touched?" Draco asked.
Harry was silent for a long few moments. "Please fuck me," he whispered finally, wondering if he might come without being touched anywhere.
"More," Draco said, sounding breathless. He slid the head of his cock down the cleft of Harry's arse.
Harry groaned. "Please fuck me," he whispered again. "Please let me come. Please, Malfoy."
Draco grinned. "You want me, Draco Malfoy, to stick my cock in your arse and fuck you?" he asked, remembering the first time he had asked that of the man in front of him.
Harry bit his lip tightly. "Yes," he answered after a moment. "I want you to fuck me."
Draco slicked his cock more and then rubbed the head against that clenching hole. "Beg me," he said quietly.
Harry groaned deeply, pulling on the ropes again because he felt like he needed to move something. "Please," he said. "Please put your cock in me. Oh, God, please, Malfoy. Please, I want it so fucking much."
That made Draco tremble. "Yes," he answered, licking his lips and pressing the head into Harry's opening. He loved that moment of pushing past the tightness and into warmth.
Harry threw his head back and arched, gasping. "Oh, yes, please," he whimpered.
"Oh, yessss," Draco gasped, his lover's magic crackling over his skin. He pressed slowly inside until he was completely buried in the other man.
Harry let out a long moan, holding completely still. "God, Malfoy, you're so ... thick," he said in a strangled voice, unable to resist just a little dirty talk.
"And you are perfect around me," Draco added, and drew back slowly, feeling Harry's hole clenching around the movement.
Harry hissed, using his muscles to squeeze Draco tighter. "Mmm, yes, yeah," he gasped, making fists with his hands.
Draco moaned now, sliding forward again into Harry. "Oh, Gods, yes, so tight, so good," Draco gasped, fingers squeezing Harry's sore arse as he did.
"So good," Harry echoed, referring to both Draco's slide into him, and the delicious sting of his hands on his arse.
Draco agreed, swallowing hard as he trembled. "I beat you, Potter," his said, beginning to rock into Harry's sore arse with each thrust now.
"Mmm, yes. You beat me," Harry agreed, pressing back against Draco.
Draco picked up the pace then. The sound of his body slapping against Harry's was loud in the room. "Oh, yes, inside you," he gasped.
Harry growled and hissed and groaned as he met each of Draco's thrusts. "Fuck, yes," he answered him. "So good inside."
Draco reached for his wand, releasing the ropes that bound Harry. He wrapped his arm around the man's body, while his silver hand slid around his lover's hip and closed over his wet cock.
"Oh, fuck," Harry gasped, reaching his hand back to grasp Draco's hair as he came extremely close to coming.
"Mine, now and always," Draco gasped against the side of his lover's face as he pumped the man's cock in time with his hips.
"Yours," Harry agreed, gritting his teeth as his seed began to spurt out of him. His hand tightened in Draco's hair and he let out a strangled cry.
Harry's body clenching around Draco's cock and warm liquid drizzling onto his silver hand would have been enough to bring him over the edge, but Harry's magic surged with him and Draco cried out at the intensity of his release.
Harry closed his eyes, panting and then sighing in content pleasure. "Merlin, you're perfect," he whispered.
"Yes, Potter," Draco whispered against his ear. "Perfect for you and now you know."
"No one is more perfect for me," Harry said to him, smiling. And after a moment of quiet contentment with his gorgeous husband he asked, "You think one day we can get married and have a baby?"
Draco chuckled, kissing the side of his face. "Well, said potential baby is probably screaming his bloody head off right now for his Daddy Harry," he whispered.
Harry smiled again. "Yes, probably," he said, dropping his hand from Draco's hair.
Draco kissed Harry's shoulder, nipping slightly at it. Then he gently pulled out from his husband's body, smiling at the bright red skin.
Harry let out a small noise as Draco pulled back. "You know," he said, "I really should spank you like that one day."
Draco groaned, his arse clenching and groin tingling at the very idea. "Oh, yes, you should," he answered, patting Harry's arse with his right hand.
Harry let out another sound and then grinned, pushing himself up and Summoning his clothes from where he'd put them when he'd first changed.
Draco stood too and picked up his wand. "I haven't showered yet, and I very much need it," he said. He cast a Cleaning Charm on his husband so he could get dressed. "My clothes are in the other locker room," he said. "Should I meet you inside?"
Harry nodded, kissing Draco on the cheek. "One thing, though," he said. "What bet from two years ago were you talking about?"
Draco laughed then, unable to answer for a minute because of it. "The prank," he managed.
Harry rolled his eyes and snorted. "Well, you certainly didn't need to use that to get me in here," he said, grinning.
"So I still have it for another time?" Draco smiled, raising his eyebrows.
Harry snorted again. "Sure," he said, eyes alight behind his glasses.
"Good." And then Draco picked up the Invisibility Cloak he had dropped earlier and wrapped it around himself. With only his head showing, he leaned in and kissed his husband.
Harry smiled as he kissed Draco back, swiping his tongue over his lips before pulling away. "See you later, Malfoy," he said suggestively, waggling his eyebrows a few times.
Draco nodded, smiling, and then pulled the hood over his head, disappearing from sight to make his way back over to the Slytherin locker room.