Hidden Intentions

First of all, thanks Hitori for telling me what mistakes I might have, since English is my third language and through school my teachers has been the kind that helps mostly the best students I have had to teach myself, but as you see still make mistakes, so don’t hesitate to tell me.

And I thank everyone else that reads the story and likes it, and to those that comment.

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It could have been a great morning to wake up on if Ron wasn’t sitting and looking at him as he rubbed the tiredness out of his eyes.

‘What is it Ron?’

‘I just want to ask, do you think you should play today?’ Harry almost forgot he had a Quidditch match in a few hours, trying not to show what he was thinking he quickly answered.

‘I’m playing, and what is that supposed to mean?’

‘Just that maybe your friendship with Malfoy might affect your judgement.’

‘The only thing that might affect me today is your rude behaviour.’ Ron look like he was about to say something else but Harry ignored him, quickly he found his clothes and walked out the door, heading for the Great Hall to eat breakfast before the game.

What was Ron’s and Hermione’s problem with him and Draco? His friends really knew how to piss him off, but he wouldn’t feel bad about the way he treated them since they treated him even worse.

‘See you later Potter.’ Harry saw Draco laugh with his friends before leaving the hall, it was probably only to look good between his friends so Harry ignored the comment and continued towards the food. In a way he knew his friends were only looking out for him, but he didn’t need them to save him. He especially didn’t need to be saved when he had such a good time. If they knew what Draco did to him the previous night they would die on the spot.

After a long lasting breakfast Harry decided it was time to get changed, there was only twenty minutes left before the game began and he needed those minutes to put on all the protective gear.

As soon as he was in the locker room Harry tried his best to smile at his teem mates, even Ron, they wouldn’t feel confident if Harry was angry or his mind was not set on the game.

‘Eyes on the Snitch eh?’ Ron was surprised that Harry said anything to him without any sarcasm or anger and faintly returned a smile; Harry couldn’t help thinking that maybe him being nice gave Ron too much hope about him turning back to his friends.

None of them had time to say another word when the doors suddenly opened up and they jumped out on their brooms, flying around and sucking in all the cheers and glory. Harry could see the other team doing the exact same thing, washing in glory before the hard game; both teams knew this wouldn’t be an easy match, Slytherin against Gryffindor was never easy, but Harry didn’t worry like his team mates; his mind was set on the game but also on the previous hot night.

Harry recognized the blond haired Slytherin immediately; he couldn’t help to shake his head as he watched him show off before Hooch gave a short speech and the Quaffle was thrown up in the air. Harry waited until he could see the Snitch before he moved. Not even ten seconds passed before he got a gleam of the flashy gold. Quickly he pushed his broom to follow the Snitch; going higher and higher up in the air. As he passed the heavy clouds the Snitch suddenly disappeared out of his vision.

Harry was confused as he searched for the Snitch; it wasn’t possibly for it to only disappear in thin air. The reason for its disappearance was revealed as he took a look behind him, Draco was on his broom with his wand resting in his hand, he was fooled by magic.

‘You bastard, do you really think sending me up here would give you better chance at winning?’

‘Why would I follow you if my intentions were to have a head start?’ Harry had to think before he continued, what were his intentions if not to set Harry out of the game? The clouds above began to darken and the ground beneath them was completely out of their sight.

‘Then why did you do it?’

‘I’m so glad you asked, let me show you why Harry.’ If they were still enemies Harry would have been scared, he didn’t have any wand with him since it was against the rules, and Draco knew enough dark spells to kill him in a second. With a naughty look in his eyes Draco flew over to Harry and got a hold of his hand, quickly he brought them closer together and then began to kiss him. Harry gasped when he felt a hand starting to burry itself down his pants, but he was in too much pleasure to worry.

At once the hand found his cock it started to squeeze and pump him, making him almost loose his grip of the broom and fall off. Without any notice Draco stopped after a few seconds, Harry wanted to shout out what the hell he was doing when he felt something else wrapping itself around his cock, he barely got a glimpse before his head was thrown back in pure pleasure, Draco was sucking him off, and it didn’t seem like it was his first time by how good he was at it. But none of those thoughts was kept for long when he had to concentrate not to fall off the broom.

Maybe it was his hormones that couldn’t hang on for long but he didn’t last more than a minute. He was angry at himself when he felt his balls hurt as the orgasm came, would Draco hate him for not lasting long? His eyes were still closed as the sensation of the orgasm slowly faded away; he could feel small raindrops hit his skin as Draco still continued to suck, slowly he stopped and sat up. Harry only managed to open his eyes halfway to look at Draco as he stood in front of him; slowly Draco traced his jaw with a finger and smiled.

‘You are so sexy when you come.’ Just as he said that he turned around and headed back down at the ground, Harry was still sitting on his broom with his cock now half hard sticking out of his pants. The first thing he was thinking was to go back down and take a long hot bath, but instead he started to curse the day when he remembered that he still had a game to finish.

Still cursing he quickly cleaned himself the best he could and headed the same way that Draco disappeared, he would really be pissed if the game was already over.

The rain was falling harder as he got closer to the ground, the first thing he did after being sure the game was still on was to search for Draco. He didn’t look for long before the head of his broom was turned and he headed the same direction as Draco was flying in a speed. When he reached the blond he couldn’t help smiling inside as the race between them began.

The cheers and comments were all drowned in the need to show Draco that he wasn’t beaten yet. Both boys were in a race, not against their houses but each other, Harry was sure Draco wanted him to be the one that lost, only to be able to talk about it later on.

Both of them took a sharp swing to the left as the Snitch changed. In the corner of his eyes Harry could see that Draco was pushing his broom and managing to go faster than him, without thinking much he jumped of the broom and hitting the ground harder than he could ever remember hitting it.

When he turned around top lay on his back he could see Draco standing next to him, accomplished by Hooch and many others of his team mates. He must have passed out a few seconds since they all managed to gather around him.

‘You have to stop scaring us like that Potter.’ Hooch was the first one to say anything, the rest of them were waiting for him to say something. Then the cheers around him started to reach his ears, why he didn’t notice them before then was strange but he didn’t care at the moment when he made eye contact with Draco.

‘Congratulations Potter, you made Hogwarts history today.’ Harry didn’t know what to say since he had no idea what was going on, the last thing he remembered was trying to catch the Snitch. ‘Both Gryffindor and Slytherin has the same amount of points, it’s a tie.’ Harry didn’t realize before later that the Slytherin had managed to score 180 points while Gryffindor only scored 30, with his 150 points there was a tie.

He must have hit his head harder than he thought because the next thing he knew was that he was lying in the hospital wing with a foul taste in his mouth, he realized it had to be some kind of medicine Pomfrey had given him because he could see an open bottle next to his bed. Tired from the game and the blowjob he drifted off to sleep, without a care in the world.