Draco's Keeper
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
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1,270
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2
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. And this is a dedication to a friend of mine who questioned if I could really write this.
Draco's Keeper
A/N: Well, it seems that my personal muse has hit me, and I must obey it. This is a request made by a dear and close friend of mine. As one of Cy’s Angels, I have to give him a little prezzie for his b-day. Happy 22nd birthday Cyrus m’love, and may the year go great for you!
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Draco Malfoy and Oliver Wood
Disclaimer: I have fun with other people’s creations. Thanks to JK Rowling for the delicious men I’m having fun with. And thanks to the following website for the lyrics to the Scottish song http://www.incallander.co.uk/ladesongs/song58.htm
The stands were packed the day that Draco Malfoy attended the Puddlemere United and Chudley Cannons game. Sure, the Cannons were sure to be whipped senseless even with a star chaser on their roster, but that didn’t stop their fans from screaming their lungs out. The Cannons fans clad in brilliant bright orange that made their stands appear on fire with tufts of red hair appearing in intervals in the crowd. Including the entire Weasley clan that somehow managed to get tickets for all of them.
A bright June sun shone down on the players of the teams. Sweat beading on the brows of them as they landed along the perfectly cut grass of the quidditch pitch. Draco’s ice blue eyes watched the game closely. Though it had been a few years since Draco himself had personally played quidditch, it didn’t kill his enthusiasm for the thrill of the game.
Sitting back in the company paid seat of the luxury box Draco looked back on how much things had changed since his immature and carefree days of Hogwarts changed since graduating nearly 5 years before.
The war had ended shortly after getting into full swing during the summer of his 7th year. Harry had come out victorious against Lord Voldemort, and only a few casualties had happened among the students. The ‘Golden Trio’ was broken, as Hermione had died during the final battle trying to protect Harry and Ron, eternally her boys. The battle took place at Hogwarts as Harry had been pulled from the care of his muggle family, the Dursleys. Hogwarts being the safest place known in the wizarding world besides Gringotts Bank.
Draco had been there. Fighting against his father in the end as he chose the winning side as most of the Slytherin house had done as well. Once the destruction was over, and bodies were counted, both Blaise Zabini and Draco had found themselves to be without their Death Eater fathers. Leaving them the titles of Lord and the entire fortunes that came with the companies that their fathers owned.
Pansy Parkinson had a worse hit to her family; she was left an orphan, along with a younger sister named Violet.
Draco’s reverie was broken as a sharp whistle blast brought his attention back to the game that was commencing on the pitch before him. Ice blue orbs focused on one player in particular. The Scottish former Gryffindor keeper, Oliver Wood. It appeared that time was only kinder to the keeper. The man was more handsome than the last time that Draco had seen him. Oliver’s chestnut brown hair was tipped with sun bleached tips of blonde, the shaggy length was perfect for running fingers through, but not long enough to get in one’s face during a match like now. Hazel orbs were focused on the game before him as he circled hoops, making sure that he was covering all of his area. Another whistle blast made Oliver sit up on his broom, making Draco’s mouth water slightly as he watched the man’s thighs gripping along the broom to keep his balance. Oliver took the opportunity to stretch his arms above his head, causing his shirt to ride up just a little bit. Draco watched closely as a bit of firm tight tanned skin was shown.
Feeling a nudge at his side he turned to his raven haired, violet orbed best friend Blaise Zabini.
Blaise leaned over softly to whisper within Draco’s ear.
“He does look fine doesn’t he mi drago. Perhaps a visit in the locker room after the match would be good. I did hear that he prefers the occasional company of a man” of course, Blaise would hear such a rumor as the appointed Slytherin Italian stallion.
Blaise personally wouldn’t care who it was as long as they weren’t married and looked decent. He would make it his personal mission to get them into bed. Shaking his head slowly, Draco reached up to brush blonde strands from his view as they had fallen along his visage. “You would like that image now wouldn’t you.” Draco smirked before clearing his throat. A confident smirk rested on the lips of Lord Zabini.
“Anyways my Raven, do you think it your job to make me hook up the most amount of times before the wedding?” Draco stated with a soft snicker.
It was true, within 2 weeks Draco Malfoy was to be married. It was to be ‘The wedding of the Decade’ according to the Daily Prophet. They had been hounding Draco and his fiancé for months now. Sometimes the attention seeking couple wouldn’t mind, but when they had the time to dine alone, they always seemed to be interrupted by one photographer or another.
The roar of the opposing crowd made Draco turn his attention back to the game instead of ribbing Blaise. He watched as Oliver stretched up to catch the quaffle. Showing more skin to the former Slytherin Prince. Blaise nudged Draco once again as the raven haired former Slytherin noticed the look in Draco’s ice blue orbs.
“Alright… I’ll go and find him… after the match” Draco stated as his eyes were focused on Oliver for the rest of the match.
He knew Blaise well enough to know that the feisty Italian wasn’t going to ease up on the apparent attraction that Draco felt for the Puddlemere Captain and star Keeper. Before long the sun had set, Oliver had made a record number of saves and was glowing with the knowledge that no matter what happened his team was going to win the game. And sure enough, the seeker caught the snitch and the match ended. Fans started filing out of the stands, but one blonde haired man remained.
Draco’s hands were stuffed in the pocket of his blue hooded sweatshirt emblazoned with the Puddlemere United logo.
Using his clout, Draco slinked his way into the locker room after everyone but Oliver had gone home. He was sure that somehow Blaise had set him up, but he’d remember to thank his Raven later if Blaise did in deed help.
Stepping into the locker room of Puddlemere United, Draco could hear the water resounding along the tile walled room. A voice broke the sound of water hitting sore and tanned flesh, the thick Scottish brough floating through the air.
“In the land called Caledonia,
There are certain things you say
To express your feelings freely,
In the good old Scottish way
Haste ye back\" means call again soon
And here\'s ta us\" means good cheer
But these simple words of welcome,
Are the ones I long to hear
Come in, come in, its nice to see you
How’s yoursel\' you \'re looking grand
Tak\' a seat and ha\' e a drammie,
Man you\'re welcome, here’s my hand”
The singing was broken by the sounds of soap scrubbing aching muscles; a soft gargle was heard before the singing carried on again. Draco silently strode towards the shower area of the locker room. His blue orbs carrying a mischief within them as he intended on spying and eventually bagging the former Gryffindor.
“So let us gather here this nicht,
And sing of days gone bye
Days of yore that are no longer
And their passing brings a sigh
Then with dawn will come the parting
And you\'ll wander down the glen
Health be yours and joy be with you
Till you hear those words again
Come in, come in, its nice to see you
Hows yoursel\' you \'re looking grand
Tak\' a seat and ha\' e a drammie,
Man you\'re welcome, here’s my hand ”
Draco couldn’t help but listen in wonder as he heard the singing. It was entrancing and beautiful. Then his eyes focused on the naked form of Oliver, a thing of beauty. Oliver was very well toned and defined, the water bouncing off of his tanned flesh as a shampoo was lathered into the man’s hair.
Clearing his throat softly, Oliver only opened an eye and turned slightly to face him.
“Like the view do ya Malfoy?” He purred before going back to the task at hand, washing his hair. Oliver had felt the ice blue eyes on him throughout the game.
He never thought that someone like Lord Draco Malfoy would watch him though the game. He felt the elegant Slytherin Ice Prince’s eyes burning a desire into him that he hadn’t felt in quite a while for a fan, let alone anyone that he’d never really known besides looking at a scrawny little blonde who was a seeker for Slytherin. Oliver remembered the day all too well.
Gryffindor was heading out towards the pitch, and across the courtyard, Slytherin looked to be doing the same. A few words exchanged between the captains and then the Slytherins parted to reveal a cocky little Draco Malfoy.
Draco’s eyes widened slightly as Oliver purred at him. The knot within his abdomen tightening even more.
Oliver finished lathering and rinsing his hair, turning off the water he turned starting to walk towards the ogling blonde. Not even bothering to wrap a towel around his waist he strode to stand just in front of Draco, with a confident and sexy smirk along his handsome face.
“So what if I do Wood?” Draco answered with a sexy purr of his own. Oliver quirked a brow softly before a predatory smile crossed his rosy lips and he leaned forward, crushing his lips to Draco’s. The Puddlemere Keeper’s tongue thrust quickly into Draco’s mouth. A pair of strong slightly callused hands tugged at the bottom of Draco’s blue hooded sweatshirt.
Both men closed their eyes as the snogging commenced. The warmth and steam from the shower as well as well as the heat between them made Draco pull off the hoodie rather quickly. Breaking the kiss was the last thing at the moment Draco wanted to do, because it was so delicious. But the clothing he was wearing was becoming rather pesky.
Oliver was well known as a bloke who knew exactly how to pleasure both males and females, and Draco was about to test that reputation.
As Draco removed the hoodie and the shirt beneath it, Oliver took the chance to free the blonde from his trousers and boxers. Gasping as he felt the air against his newly exposed flesh Draco looked down just as Oliver’s mouth wrapped around his hardened cock. Taking a grasping breath Draco’s eyes slid closed as his fingers moved to thread into Oliver’s damp hair.
“Oh yes” Draco moaned out lowly, his fingers tightening their grip in Oliver’s hair. “Zabini… put you up to his didn’t he?” he asked softly, trying not to moan so loud as it was resonating along the tile walls.
Releasing Draco’s hardness from his mouth he smirked and stood up slowly. “Aye, so what if he did? You don’t seem to be mindin now do ye?” Oliver asked, his voice low and husky as he spoke. Sending shivers down Draco’s body as he looked at the now swollen lips of the keeper and just how sexy the bloke before him was, he’d REALLY have to remember to thank Blaise later. Shaking his head of blonde hair softly he leaned forward and kissed Oliver, with the aggression and possessiveness that he normally reserved for his fiancé.
The moan that escaped Oliver’s lips was swallowed within their joined mouths as the kiss became deeper and more heated than the previous snog.
Oliver’s hand reached between the two, his fingers wrapping around Draco’s hardness. After another moment, Draco’s did the same, both men stroking the other’s hardness as they shared the most intense and heated snog. Breaking the kiss for the need of air Oliver backed up slightly and then smirked before leaning to whisper throatily in the blonde’s ear. “I want you in me”.
With a nod Draco released Oliver’s throbbing cock from his grasp and watched as Oliver moved quickly to his locker, grabbing a tube of lube.
Returning with the item Oliver smiled and then put some of the clear slick substance along the palm of his hand, reaching down to stroke Draco again. Satisfied that the blonde was well lubed up he bit a little mark along the porcelain skin of Draco’s shoulder. Gasping at the bite along his tender skin Draco’s hand reached and popped Oliver’s arse, giving the slightly tanned skin a pinkish tint from it. Oliver gave a throaty moan before bending over slightly. Without a second thought Draco took a hold of Oliver’s hips and thrust himself directly into the keeper’s tight pink arse hole.
Moaning loudly and huskily Draco sheathed himself deep within Oliver before he started a slow rhythm. Both blokes moaning, panting and gasping as the rhythm between the two sped up. Draco’s hand moved around to grasp around Oliver’s hardness, stroking him at the same time as his thrusts.
Before long both men felt the familiar tension within them building before they climaxed. Draco’s hot seed filling Oliver and spilling down his thighs as Oliver came on the floor of the locker room. Panting and trying to catch their breaths and slow their heart rates. Oliver quickly gathered a towel and wrapped it around his waist, giving Draco a soft kiss along the blonde’s forehead and then striding out of view. Draco’s eyes couldn’t help but widen slightly.
Had he just had the naughtiest sex in a locker room with the former Gryffindor?! Hell yeah! And he had his raven to thank for it all. He’d head to Blaise now and thank the raven-haired man for his delicious treat.
Getting dressed and striding out of the locker room he apparated to his bedroom within Malfoy Manor. Finding Blaise along the sheets, Draco stood at the end of the bed and smirked.
“Thanks for Oliver, whatever did you do to get him to agree?” Draco asked softly as he pulled off the hoodie again and kicked off his shoes. Blaise patted the bed beside him. “By telling him that I wouldn’t be mad at him having a go at you before our wedding love.” Blaise stated before stretching along the emerald silk sheets.
“Yet another reminder of why I’m marrying you, you lovable bastard” Draco smiled as he slipped into the bed next to his fiancé.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Draco Malfoy and Oliver Wood
Disclaimer: I have fun with other people’s creations. Thanks to JK Rowling for the delicious men I’m having fun with. And thanks to the following website for the lyrics to the Scottish song http://www.incallander.co.uk/ladesongs/song58.htm
The stands were packed the day that Draco Malfoy attended the Puddlemere United and Chudley Cannons game. Sure, the Cannons were sure to be whipped senseless even with a star chaser on their roster, but that didn’t stop their fans from screaming their lungs out. The Cannons fans clad in brilliant bright orange that made their stands appear on fire with tufts of red hair appearing in intervals in the crowd. Including the entire Weasley clan that somehow managed to get tickets for all of them.
A bright June sun shone down on the players of the teams. Sweat beading on the brows of them as they landed along the perfectly cut grass of the quidditch pitch. Draco’s ice blue eyes watched the game closely. Though it had been a few years since Draco himself had personally played quidditch, it didn’t kill his enthusiasm for the thrill of the game.
Sitting back in the company paid seat of the luxury box Draco looked back on how much things had changed since his immature and carefree days of Hogwarts changed since graduating nearly 5 years before.
The war had ended shortly after getting into full swing during the summer of his 7th year. Harry had come out victorious against Lord Voldemort, and only a few casualties had happened among the students. The ‘Golden Trio’ was broken, as Hermione had died during the final battle trying to protect Harry and Ron, eternally her boys. The battle took place at Hogwarts as Harry had been pulled from the care of his muggle family, the Dursleys. Hogwarts being the safest place known in the wizarding world besides Gringotts Bank.
Draco had been there. Fighting against his father in the end as he chose the winning side as most of the Slytherin house had done as well. Once the destruction was over, and bodies were counted, both Blaise Zabini and Draco had found themselves to be without their Death Eater fathers. Leaving them the titles of Lord and the entire fortunes that came with the companies that their fathers owned.
Pansy Parkinson had a worse hit to her family; she was left an orphan, along with a younger sister named Violet.
Draco’s reverie was broken as a sharp whistle blast brought his attention back to the game that was commencing on the pitch before him. Ice blue orbs focused on one player in particular. The Scottish former Gryffindor keeper, Oliver Wood. It appeared that time was only kinder to the keeper. The man was more handsome than the last time that Draco had seen him. Oliver’s chestnut brown hair was tipped with sun bleached tips of blonde, the shaggy length was perfect for running fingers through, but not long enough to get in one’s face during a match like now. Hazel orbs were focused on the game before him as he circled hoops, making sure that he was covering all of his area. Another whistle blast made Oliver sit up on his broom, making Draco’s mouth water slightly as he watched the man’s thighs gripping along the broom to keep his balance. Oliver took the opportunity to stretch his arms above his head, causing his shirt to ride up just a little bit. Draco watched closely as a bit of firm tight tanned skin was shown.
Feeling a nudge at his side he turned to his raven haired, violet orbed best friend Blaise Zabini.
Blaise leaned over softly to whisper within Draco’s ear.
“He does look fine doesn’t he mi drago. Perhaps a visit in the locker room after the match would be good. I did hear that he prefers the occasional company of a man” of course, Blaise would hear such a rumor as the appointed Slytherin Italian stallion.
Blaise personally wouldn’t care who it was as long as they weren’t married and looked decent. He would make it his personal mission to get them into bed. Shaking his head slowly, Draco reached up to brush blonde strands from his view as they had fallen along his visage. “You would like that image now wouldn’t you.” Draco smirked before clearing his throat. A confident smirk rested on the lips of Lord Zabini.
“Anyways my Raven, do you think it your job to make me hook up the most amount of times before the wedding?” Draco stated with a soft snicker.
It was true, within 2 weeks Draco Malfoy was to be married. It was to be ‘The wedding of the Decade’ according to the Daily Prophet. They had been hounding Draco and his fiancé for months now. Sometimes the attention seeking couple wouldn’t mind, but when they had the time to dine alone, they always seemed to be interrupted by one photographer or another.
The roar of the opposing crowd made Draco turn his attention back to the game instead of ribbing Blaise. He watched as Oliver stretched up to catch the quaffle. Showing more skin to the former Slytherin Prince. Blaise nudged Draco once again as the raven haired former Slytherin noticed the look in Draco’s ice blue orbs.
“Alright… I’ll go and find him… after the match” Draco stated as his eyes were focused on Oliver for the rest of the match.
He knew Blaise well enough to know that the feisty Italian wasn’t going to ease up on the apparent attraction that Draco felt for the Puddlemere Captain and star Keeper. Before long the sun had set, Oliver had made a record number of saves and was glowing with the knowledge that no matter what happened his team was going to win the game. And sure enough, the seeker caught the snitch and the match ended. Fans started filing out of the stands, but one blonde haired man remained.
Draco’s hands were stuffed in the pocket of his blue hooded sweatshirt emblazoned with the Puddlemere United logo.
Using his clout, Draco slinked his way into the locker room after everyone but Oliver had gone home. He was sure that somehow Blaise had set him up, but he’d remember to thank his Raven later if Blaise did in deed help.
Stepping into the locker room of Puddlemere United, Draco could hear the water resounding along the tile walled room. A voice broke the sound of water hitting sore and tanned flesh, the thick Scottish brough floating through the air.
“In the land called Caledonia,
There are certain things you say
To express your feelings freely,
In the good old Scottish way
Haste ye back\" means call again soon
And here\'s ta us\" means good cheer
But these simple words of welcome,
Are the ones I long to hear
Come in, come in, its nice to see you
How’s yoursel\' you \'re looking grand
Tak\' a seat and ha\' e a drammie,
Man you\'re welcome, here’s my hand”
The singing was broken by the sounds of soap scrubbing aching muscles; a soft gargle was heard before the singing carried on again. Draco silently strode towards the shower area of the locker room. His blue orbs carrying a mischief within them as he intended on spying and eventually bagging the former Gryffindor.
“So let us gather here this nicht,
And sing of days gone bye
Days of yore that are no longer
And their passing brings a sigh
Then with dawn will come the parting
And you\'ll wander down the glen
Health be yours and joy be with you
Till you hear those words again
Come in, come in, its nice to see you
Hows yoursel\' you \'re looking grand
Tak\' a seat and ha\' e a drammie,
Man you\'re welcome, here’s my hand ”
Draco couldn’t help but listen in wonder as he heard the singing. It was entrancing and beautiful. Then his eyes focused on the naked form of Oliver, a thing of beauty. Oliver was very well toned and defined, the water bouncing off of his tanned flesh as a shampoo was lathered into the man’s hair.
Clearing his throat softly, Oliver only opened an eye and turned slightly to face him.
“Like the view do ya Malfoy?” He purred before going back to the task at hand, washing his hair. Oliver had felt the ice blue eyes on him throughout the game.
He never thought that someone like Lord Draco Malfoy would watch him though the game. He felt the elegant Slytherin Ice Prince’s eyes burning a desire into him that he hadn’t felt in quite a while for a fan, let alone anyone that he’d never really known besides looking at a scrawny little blonde who was a seeker for Slytherin. Oliver remembered the day all too well.
Gryffindor was heading out towards the pitch, and across the courtyard, Slytherin looked to be doing the same. A few words exchanged between the captains and then the Slytherins parted to reveal a cocky little Draco Malfoy.
Draco’s eyes widened slightly as Oliver purred at him. The knot within his abdomen tightening even more.
Oliver finished lathering and rinsing his hair, turning off the water he turned starting to walk towards the ogling blonde. Not even bothering to wrap a towel around his waist he strode to stand just in front of Draco, with a confident and sexy smirk along his handsome face.
“So what if I do Wood?” Draco answered with a sexy purr of his own. Oliver quirked a brow softly before a predatory smile crossed his rosy lips and he leaned forward, crushing his lips to Draco’s. The Puddlemere Keeper’s tongue thrust quickly into Draco’s mouth. A pair of strong slightly callused hands tugged at the bottom of Draco’s blue hooded sweatshirt.
Both men closed their eyes as the snogging commenced. The warmth and steam from the shower as well as well as the heat between them made Draco pull off the hoodie rather quickly. Breaking the kiss was the last thing at the moment Draco wanted to do, because it was so delicious. But the clothing he was wearing was becoming rather pesky.
Oliver was well known as a bloke who knew exactly how to pleasure both males and females, and Draco was about to test that reputation.
As Draco removed the hoodie and the shirt beneath it, Oliver took the chance to free the blonde from his trousers and boxers. Gasping as he felt the air against his newly exposed flesh Draco looked down just as Oliver’s mouth wrapped around his hardened cock. Taking a grasping breath Draco’s eyes slid closed as his fingers moved to thread into Oliver’s damp hair.
“Oh yes” Draco moaned out lowly, his fingers tightening their grip in Oliver’s hair. “Zabini… put you up to his didn’t he?” he asked softly, trying not to moan so loud as it was resonating along the tile walls.
Releasing Draco’s hardness from his mouth he smirked and stood up slowly. “Aye, so what if he did? You don’t seem to be mindin now do ye?” Oliver asked, his voice low and husky as he spoke. Sending shivers down Draco’s body as he looked at the now swollen lips of the keeper and just how sexy the bloke before him was, he’d REALLY have to remember to thank Blaise later. Shaking his head of blonde hair softly he leaned forward and kissed Oliver, with the aggression and possessiveness that he normally reserved for his fiancé.
The moan that escaped Oliver’s lips was swallowed within their joined mouths as the kiss became deeper and more heated than the previous snog.
Oliver’s hand reached between the two, his fingers wrapping around Draco’s hardness. After another moment, Draco’s did the same, both men stroking the other’s hardness as they shared the most intense and heated snog. Breaking the kiss for the need of air Oliver backed up slightly and then smirked before leaning to whisper throatily in the blonde’s ear. “I want you in me”.
With a nod Draco released Oliver’s throbbing cock from his grasp and watched as Oliver moved quickly to his locker, grabbing a tube of lube.
Returning with the item Oliver smiled and then put some of the clear slick substance along the palm of his hand, reaching down to stroke Draco again. Satisfied that the blonde was well lubed up he bit a little mark along the porcelain skin of Draco’s shoulder. Gasping at the bite along his tender skin Draco’s hand reached and popped Oliver’s arse, giving the slightly tanned skin a pinkish tint from it. Oliver gave a throaty moan before bending over slightly. Without a second thought Draco took a hold of Oliver’s hips and thrust himself directly into the keeper’s tight pink arse hole.
Moaning loudly and huskily Draco sheathed himself deep within Oliver before he started a slow rhythm. Both blokes moaning, panting and gasping as the rhythm between the two sped up. Draco’s hand moved around to grasp around Oliver’s hardness, stroking him at the same time as his thrusts.
Before long both men felt the familiar tension within them building before they climaxed. Draco’s hot seed filling Oliver and spilling down his thighs as Oliver came on the floor of the locker room. Panting and trying to catch their breaths and slow their heart rates. Oliver quickly gathered a towel and wrapped it around his waist, giving Draco a soft kiss along the blonde’s forehead and then striding out of view. Draco’s eyes couldn’t help but widen slightly.
Had he just had the naughtiest sex in a locker room with the former Gryffindor?! Hell yeah! And he had his raven to thank for it all. He’d head to Blaise now and thank the raven-haired man for his delicious treat.
Getting dressed and striding out of the locker room he apparated to his bedroom within Malfoy Manor. Finding Blaise along the sheets, Draco stood at the end of the bed and smirked.
“Thanks for Oliver, whatever did you do to get him to agree?” Draco asked softly as he pulled off the hoodie again and kicked off his shoes. Blaise patted the bed beside him. “By telling him that I wouldn’t be mad at him having a go at you before our wedding love.” Blaise stated before stretching along the emerald silk sheets.
“Yet another reminder of why I’m marrying you, you lovable bastard” Draco smiled as he slipped into the bed next to his fiancé.