Punishment

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing, I do this for my personal entertainment, and maybe for other\'s. =)

Authors note: My first fic, I\'d like to thank fiendling on livejournal for writing such intresting, original, awesome fics, and creating such lovely fan art and getting me into slash. Co-written by my very dear gay, male friend.


Harry walked into stilstill steamy locker room alone, and tired. Dumbledore had given him the longest congratulatory speech after Gryfindor\'s defeat of Slytherin in the final quidditch game of the year that all of his team mates had left already. He shed his robe onto the bench then sat down and began pulling off his cleats and socks tossing them to the ground. Then removed his arm guards and pulled his shirt up over his head then stood to begin undo his pants and slid them off along with his boxers and left them in a heap on the floor.


As he strolled casually to the shower he heard the door of the locker room slam open and in stormed none other than Draco Malfoy, still in his muddy green quidditch uniform with a very devious look upon his face. Harry stopped dead in his tracks like a deer caught in a beam of headlights, then Draco\'s devious gaze snapped to Harry and he smirked. Harry now realizing he was completely naked grabbed for the nearest laundry basket to cover himself with.


\"What the bloody hell are you doing in here?!\" Harry screamed at him.


Draco stood in front of him trying to keep his gaze focused on Harry\'s eyes rather than traveling down his sweaty, naked body. He had been waiting for the chance to catch Harry alone. He sought revenge, he didn\'t take losing well, especially losing to the boy-who-lived. Up until now, he hadn\'t the slightest idea of how to \"punish\" Harry. But now, as he stood before him in his very naked, vulnerable state he had just the idea. The thought of Harry\'s punishment made his member ache as it swelled against his tight pants. He suddenly was conscious of the fact Harry had asked him a question.


He mustered up the most menacing voice he could manage to respond. \"Well, Potter,\" his voice still quavered \"you think you can make a mockery of my team, so I have decided to avenge them and make a mockery of you.\" Draco\'s smirk grew wider, as he began his charge toward Harry who was still in a half shocked, half embarrassed state didn\'t realize what was happening until the basket he had been using to cover himself had been knocked from hands and he had been pushed against the wall behind him. Draco pressed his hips against Harry\'s pinning him to the wall, his throbbing erection digging into the side of Harry\'s thigh.


Harry, gaining new realization of what was happening and just what Draco had in mind for him began to fight back. But as he began to try to push Draco off him, he couldn\'t help but moan in pain as he exerted what little energy his already sore muscles had left.