Blood Ties.

Harry strode confidently down to the Quidditch pitch, unable to keep from puffing his chest out slightly to show off the Captain's badge that shone forth on his breast. As he'd expected, Snape had savored the idea of having a Captain that could focus on strategy without being distracted by his own role in the game. He tensed when a hand touched the small of his back, then relaxed once more when he heard the familiar voice next to his ear.

"If I catch the Snitch, I want a special reward from my captain."

Harry shivered as he felt Draco's tongue trace the curve of his ear, and his voice held a slightly husky note as he answered.

"When you catch the Snitch, I'll give you anything you wish, Draco."

A smile could be heard in Draco's words as he stepped ahead of Harry to head for the Slytherin locker room, green robes swishing around him.

"I'll hold you to that."

Harry indulged in a moment of open Malfoy watching, then made his way to the pitch and rose into the air, straddling his Firebolt. The day was warm, sunny and bright, only a hint of a breeze from the south, the conditions ideal for a good game between Slytherin and Gryffindor. He heard jeers rise from the sea of red and gold on his left, and cheers rising to overpower them from the ocean of emerald and silver at his right. His eyes flicking to watch as the rival teams strode to their positions on the field below.

"That idiot Potter, the lying bastard newly appointed as Captain for the Slytherin team, looks apprehensive about the chances of his team of belly-crawling gits beating out the proud lions."

Harry glanced to the commentator's booth, throwing his head back with a laugh that rang around the pitch like a golden bell, neatly negating Ron's 'insight'. He had to admit to himself, he'd never suspected his friend of being so clever with words. This should be amusing, at least.

His keen gaze returned to the game as the Bludgers broke free, the Snitch was released and then the Quaffle soared up into the air. He savored the chance to zoom around the pitch, devising strategy and avoiding Bludgers smacked his way by the steely-eyed Beaters. However, it was difficult to remind himself to stop searching for that elusive glimmer of gold from the corner of his eye.

"Looks like the Ferret...I mean Malfoy, has spotted the Snitch. Let's all hope he doesn't crash into something and break his face, shall we?"

Harry shot a look at the commentator's booth in time to see Madame Hooch and McGonagall wrestling the voice amplifier from a red-faced Ron. He squashed his desire to laugh and instead trained his eyes on Draco, who was zooming down at the ground at incredible speed. Ginny was shooting after him, but gaining rapidly, and Harry tried to spy the glittering ball that had caught the keen eye of his team mate.

'Where....Oh, of course.'

He forced himself not to wince as Draco shot up at the last moment and swirled right past Ginny, diverting her attention long enough for her to crash into the ground amidst shouts and cheers. He smirked and waited, following Draco with his eyes as the boy veered off and seemed to casually pluck the Snitch from the air. It had been a ruse, of course, and one that Draco had pulled off with stunning finesse. Harry was almost glad he wasn't the one going up against that wicked mind any more.

Draco turned to face Harry, chin tilting up and a smirk spread over his lips as he held the Snitch up, pointedly reminding Harry of his promise without saying a word. Not that Harry needed to be reminded, and he anticipated the moment they would be alone and Draco could demand his reward.

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"Damn it! Draco, where are we supposed to sleep?"

Blaise's voice was filled with exasperation as he and Zacharias stood just beyond the threshold of their dorm room, glaring at Draco. Harry laughed softly and leaned against the wall, folding his arms across his chest as he watched the confrontation.

"I'm sure that you and Zacharias will have no problem finding someone...I mean, somewhere warm and cozy to curl up, Blaise. Harry and I wish to be alone tonight."

Blaise let out a curse and swiveled to stalk away, leaving Zacharias to stand there a moment, looking as if he might say something, before he too turned and wandered off. Draco closed the door and set a few wards to keep others out, as well as stringing Silencing charms over the room so that no one could listen in. He slid his wand away finally and turned to Harry, slipping off his robes and draping them carelessly over the end of his bed.

"There. I don't mind people watching us kiss, but I refuse to give Zabini the satisfaction of seeing you naked."

This sent a jolt of electricity through Harry and he blinked, swallowing as he felt himself harden with the hint of what was to come.

"I'm to be naked at some point, then?"

Draco smiled slowly and settled down on Harry's bed, sliding back until his back was resting against the wall, glittering gaze moving over Harry from his face to his feet and back up.

"That's my request, Harry. For catching the Snitch, I want you to strip and get yourself off for me."

Heat burst through Harry, turning his face red and making his cock swell until it pressed painfully against the front of his trousers. He seemed to forget to breathe for a long while, then gasped out as he pushed off the wall.

"What? I...I thought you'd want...me to..."

Harry's eyes dropped to gaze hungrily at Draco's lap, tongue flicking out to lick across his lips.

"No, Harry. Listen, I want you, believe me, but I don't want our relationship to go too fast. I want to savor every step along the way, not just leap directly into things and miss the way the need for one another grows within us until it's unbearable. And right now, there's nothing I want more than to watch you jerk off."

Harry lifted his gaze, meeting the warm mercury eyes and smiling gently, nodding, knowing it wouldn't be embarrassing to do something like that in front of Draco.

"Alright, Draco. Where do you want me to do it?"

His hands moved to slip off his robes, his eyes never leaving Draco's as he stripped, the fabric almost seeming to fall away like cobwebs from his skin.

"M-My bed."

Draco's cheeks flushed as he studied the magnificent form emerging from the layers of cloth, hands fisting in the blanket to fight off the urge to leap up and tackle Harry. His breathing became rapid and shallow, heart pounding as a familiar tightness rose in his lap.

Harry was more muscular, darker and somehow far more vital than he was himself. Every movement rippled beneath the olive skin covering his powerful form, thankfully his muscles were more defined, but not necessarily more bulky than Draco's. Strength was coiled within him like a cat, and as he bent to remove his shoes and socks, Draco felt his heart stutter. The gracefully curving knobs of Harry's spine led down to a glimpse of shadow that peeked over the waistband of his pants.

There was a smattering of black hair across his chest, but it only enhanced that masculinity that seemed to bake off of him in counterpoint to Draco's own delicate androgyny. His dark nipples were hard and Draco licked his lips with the desire to take them, one after the other, into his mouth and suck until he had Harry writhing with need.

Harry groaned at the sight of Draco's tongue and turned around, stretching to show off the flex of muscles in his back, hearing the sharp intake of breath behind him. He dropped his hands and languidly undid his pants, smiling to himself when he heard the urgency in Draco's whispered invective.

"Hurry!"

Draco couldn't take his eyes from the taut roundness that was hidden by Harry's pants, that peek of shadows above them grew as the fabric eased down slowly. Harry...didn't wear underwear. Draco moaned as Harry bent forward to pull his trousers all the way down his legs, boldly showing off his tempting cheeks and the shy puckered entrance between them. Slender fingers tightened in emerald as Draco struggled forcefully with the desire to taste that teasing rosebud, a whimper rising from his throat.

Harry grinned and stepped free of his pants, remaining still for a moment longer before straightening and turning to face the blond. He savored the sight of Draco so wrought with lust, and the light that flashed in silver eyes when they caught sight of his rampant cock. He locked his heated gaze on Draco as he slid a hand down over his muscular abdomen, fingers raking through the neat thatch of black hair before curling around the base of his cock and squeezing.

"Fuck, Harry...You're...sex."

Draco couldn't breathe, couldn't think beyond the desire to see that glorious body arching and twitching, to watch as cum flew from that beautiful cock to fall on the dark chest and stomach.

"I'll take that as a compliment."

Harry murmured with a quiet rowl of lust, then moved around to lay back on Draco's bed, letting his head dangle off the end so he could look up at the blond as his hands began to explore his body. His fingertips traced up his sides to his chest, teasing around hardened nipples before capturing them to tug and twist gently, drawing a low rumble from his chest.

Draco's eyes never left the sight of the body so amazingly spread out for his delectation, and he slid from the bed to move closer, wanting to see every movement of those hands, to hear every sound that Harry made in pleasure. His own cock throbbed with the desire to be released and touched, but he ignored in in favor of relishing this feast for the eyes.

"Oh, Draco...You make me so hot."

Harry murmured as he slide down a touch so he could look at the boy standing beside the bed, his right hand trailing lower to trace the flexing muscles in his stomach and the shallow bowl of his navel. Draco's gaze was making every sensation so much more electric, knowing that his body was turning the blond on made him want to show off even more.

He studied Draco's face, enjoying the way his lips were moist and parted, allowing his panted breaths to escape, the flush in his cheeks and the hazy glaze of lust in his silver eyes. Draco shuddered as Harry slid his hand further down and stroked the ebony blanket surrounding the base of his cock, then eased around to cup the heavy balls beneath. Harry arched his hips off the bed with a moan, free hand continuing to tease and tug at his nipples, shivers now traveling through him.

"I won't...won't last long, with you...looking at me."

Draco darted a glance to Harry's face, whimpering at the force of the lust he found in the man's eyes, and nodded.

"Doesn't have to go on forever...I just want to watch you cum, Harry."

Those blunt words shuddered through Harry and he released another growl of pleasure, giving his balls a soft squeeze before sliding his hand back up along the underside of his shaft. His cock twitched as he rubbed his palm over the head, gathering the slick film of precum that coated it and using that to moisten his cock and ease his slow strokes. His hips jerked and arched, fucking his length through his fingers with a cry, heart racing. It had never been this good, and he knew he'd not last long at all with Draco standing over him that way.

Draco's hand shot out to grip the bed post, holding himself up at that cry, the power of Harry's pleasure seeming to flow between them even without touch. His free hand fumbled to release his own length, unable to resist the insistence of his arousal any longer.

"Yes, Draco...Mmm. God, I love your cock. Cum on me, Draco...Want to feel your cum on my skin."

Harry's eyes latched onto the sight of Draco's elegant fingers curling around the velvet-covered granite of his erection, the thought of feeling the other's seed spilling on his stomach almost tipping him over the edge. He pumped his hand faster, breathing out harshly and shaking as he bucked up to meet the rise and fall of his fingers.

Draco moaned loudly at Harry's wicked words, shifting to point his cock at the expanse of smooth skin on his stomach, then changing his mind to aim at the hand wrapped around Harry's cock. He gritted his teeth, the image of what was to come blooming behind his eyes and sending him spiraling into climax with a wordless cry of ecstasy. He jerked his hips forward and watched through the brilliant flashes of pleasure as his cum erupted from him and fountained down over Harry's cock and balls.

He'd had no idea what was coming until he heard Draco's cry and felt the delicious sticky heat coating his sensitive skin, his eyes widening with the knowledge of what Draco had just done. He darted his head up and the sight of Draco's cum coating his hand and cock undid him utterly. His head dropped back, his body bowing up off the bed until only his heels and his shoulders were still in contact with the mattress, and he exploded with a bestial roar.

Heat seared and soothed, arcing through him like lightning as his cock danced within his grip and sent ropes of white to rain down upon his stomach and chest. He felt as if his heart stopped, and then started back up with the rapid flutter of a hummingbird's wings, shakes wracking him until he finally collapsed back down onto the bed. He was panting and trembling, wondering if one could die from an orgasm, and hoping it weren't possible, or else he might die the first time he and Draco made love.

He twitched slightly when he felt the bed dip, lifting his head to watch Draco slide in beside him and curl against his side, shivering almost as hard as he was. Their lips met as if magnetized and they kissed lazily, letting their bodies calm and their minds regain the ability to function before Draco drew back and whispered.

"The other teams might as well give up now. No way they're getting a chance at the Snitch with that kind of incentive to drive me."