Paid in Full

Disclaimer: I solemnly swear that I do not own Harry Potter and/or any other characters used in this fic. They are all property of J.K. Rowling.

A/N: Right, this fic is dedicated to Jeffy. His only prompt was "shower" so I did what I could ;)


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"You owe me."

"I owe you nothing."

"Yes, you do!"

"Explain this to me; I lose and yet, somehow, I owe you?"

"You cheated!"

"It's what I do." Draco turned away with his nose in the air. He was leaning casually against a large tree, trying his best to appear cool and unconcerned.

Across from him, Harry stood, glaring at him. "You're just lucky no one saw."

"I'm sneaky, too. Comes with being a Slytherin and all," Draco drawled.

"What would they say if they had seen? You nearly knocked me off my broom!"

"I didn't hear you complaining," Draco sneered back, a crude smirk twisting his features.

Harry just glared at him. "I almost didn't catch the Snitch because of you!"

"Oh, I'm so sad. Gryffindor almost didn't win for the millionth time," Draco sighed in fake concern.

Harry rolled his eyes and scoffed. "You still owe me."

"No, I don't," Draco replied stubbornly, folding his arms across his chest.

Harry glared at Draco as he remained stubbornly leaning against the large trunk of the tree. Behind him, Harry could hear the sounds of the Quidditch stadium emptying. He knew he would have to go up to the common room soon or people would begin to notice he was missing. In fact, they probably had already. He was the captain, after all, and it had been the last game of their last year. He was sure the festivities would last long into the night.

He had to get back there, but he wasn't going to leave without settling this with Draco. He narrowed his eyes and stood up straighter, glaring at the haughty blond.

"You do too, and you will do what I want!"

"No! And you can't make me!"

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"...I hate you."

"No, you don't."

"I really do."

It was several hours later. The festivities had finally been called to a halt by an irate Professor McGonagall at around two in the morning. Harry and the rest of his dorm mates were finally back in their beds, except that Harry had snuck out as soon as all the hangings had been shut.

He'd heard the door to his dormitory swing open and had dragged the intruder into the adjoining bathroom.

As of now, Harry was facing Draco, who stood obstinately by the door as if he wanted to leave. Harry knew better, though. Despite his insistence that he wasn't to blame and his refusal to acquiesce, Harry knew Draco would do anything he wanted with just the right amount of persuasion.

"Draco," Harry said calmly, walking towards the blond and steering him backwards, pressing him against the cold, white tiles of the shower, "just think of this as an end-of-year present for me."

He leaned in and brushed his lips against Draco's jaw, flicking out his tongue and bathing the skin lightly. He heard Draco sigh exasperatedly as he pressed light kisses up his jaw line.

"Why do I have to bottom?" Draco whined, allowing Harry to press him further against the wall.

"Because you owe me," Harry whispered in Draco's ear, his hot breath washing over it.

"I don't owe you," Draco murmured quietly as Harry's hand moved slowly to his waist, pushing under his light tee shirt.

Harry just ignored him, nibbling on his neck, sucking on the perfect skin. He heard Draco moan and knew it didn't matter anymore. He could get him to do anything he wanted at this point.

As he attacked Draco's neck with his tongue and teeth, his hands worked their way under the shirt, pushing it up. Draco's pale skin gleamed in the dim light from the bathroom. Harry was forced to stop kissing Draco's neck in order to tear the shirt off and throw it to the ground.

Instead of going back to his neck, he pounced on Draco, taking his lips in a rough, passionate kiss. Draco groaned loudly as Harry's tongue invaded his senses, running over his teeth and tongue. It thrust deeply into his mouth, trying to taste everything.

Harry pulled out of the kiss abruptly, reaching down and tearing off his clothes at an alarming rate and tossing them away. Draco wasted no time removing his jeans and boxers as well.

Harry reached over and turned on one of the shower heads, adjusting the temperature to a nice warm stream of water. He grabbed Draco's hand and pulled him underneath the water with him, slamming him forcefully up against the wall.

Draco looked up and saw that Harry's eyes were glittering with lust as he surveyed him. The water cascaded over both of their bodies, giving them a gleaming look. Draco's hair was soaked already as Harry pressed him up against the cold tile.

Harry reached forward and grabbed Draco's neck, pulling him into a possessive kiss. Draco whimpered into the kiss, already feeling himself getting hard. Harry's hand massaged the back of his neck and ran into his wet hair.

Tongues clashed in a hot meeting in Draco's mouth. Draco would never admit it, but sometimes he just felt like giving up control to Harry. He was the only one he would ever trust enough to do that.

Draco's hand slithered down in between their bodies to grasp Harry's throbbing cock. Harry groaned into Draco's mouth and pulled away from the kiss, already panting heavily.

"Shit--" he panted against Draco's neck. "Don't stop."

Draco nodded quickly and began to stroke Harry's erection skillfully, moving his hand over the engorged member. The hot water trickled down their bodies as Draco pumped harder.

Harry leaned forward, catching Draco by surprise as he took his lips in a soul-stealing kiss. Draco was so surprised that he stopped his stroking.

Harry broke the kiss with a growl. "I told you not to stop."

Draco smirked up at him then gave him an innocent smile. "Slytherin."

Harry shook his head and rolled his eyes. He pressed his hardened erection harder into Draco's hand, forcing him to resume his rubbing. Draco's hand slid skillfully over the slick member, squeezing it lightly and drawing a low moan from Harry.

Outside the bathroom, the other boys of the dormitory lay asleep in their beds, full of food and fun from the night's party. Their hangings were drawn shut around them, blocking out any light that might come in through the window. They didn't, however, block out any sound.

Neville woke up after only a few minutes of sleep to hear the shower running. He didn't think much of it; a lot of boys took showers at night instead of the morning. He turned over in his bed and closed his eyes, willing himself to go back to sleep.

After a few minutes, he still wasn't asleep. The noise of the shower, it seemed, was going to keep him awake that night. He hoped that whoever it was would be done soon.

He lay in his bed, staring at the canopied ceiling, trying to fall asleep but knowing it was useless. Once he was awake, he was awake. He listened to the water running and wondered who it might be.

It was then that he heard it, a moan coming from the bathroom. It didn't sound like a good moan to Neville. His expression became worried as he lay in his bed, wondering what was going on in that bathroom.

Inside the bathroom, Harry had Draco pinned against the wall and was kissing him furiously, their tongues locked in a battle for dominance that Harry won easily. He pressed his body closer to Draco's, rubbing their erections together.

A jolt of electricity shot through Harry as the two stiff cocks brushed against one another. He rotated his hips into Draco's, punctuating each roll with a thrust. Draco broke the kiss with a gasp. His hand reached out and grabbed Harry's hips tightly, moving his own hips against Harry's, sending waves of heat through his body.

Draco moved forward, running his tongue over Harry's collarbone, lapping up droplets of water that had condensed there. The hot water was soaking their bodies, running down their taut muscles and over their already-leaking erections.

He came to the point where Harry's shoulder met his neck and bit down hard, causing Harry to hiss in pain.

"That fucking hurt," he gasped, gritting his teeth.

Draco immediately made it better by running his soothing tongue over the spot and pressing a light kiss to it. He moved up Harry's neck, licking and sucking, using his teeth to scrape against the tender skin. He reached Harry's ear and pulled the lobe into his mouth, running his tongue over it.

"I'm sorry," he whispered seductively. "Maybe you'll just have to punish me."

Harry pushed Draco forcefully back and away from him. His back hit the cold tile and he hissed.

"Maybe I will," Harry said in a low voice; his eyes glittered and he smirked at Draco.

Draco could literally feel himself melting. He loved when Harry decided to take control and take it so much. Usually, he preferred to be the one in control, but, when the occasion warranted, he would let Harry take over completely.

Outside, Neville's eyes were wide as he lay in his bed, his covers pulled up to his chin. He couldn't hear much of what was going on, but, from what he could tell, someone was in trouble. It seemed that someone was hurt. All he could hear were gasps, and someone had said something about being hurt.

He wondered if he ought to tell someone. If the person in the bathroom was hurt, then he should let somebody know, right? He hesitated for a second, still listening closely. Now, all he could hear was the shower running; the water hitting the tile floors with a splash.

Quietly, Neville slipped out of his bed and went to the next one. He pulled back the curtains slowly and looked down at Ron, who was sleeping with his mouth open, turned sideways on his bed.

"Ron," Neville whispered, looking around to make sure no one else was listening. "Ron."

"I don't want pudding," Ron muttered and turned over, now facing away from Neville. Neville paused, not sure if he really needed to wake someone up. But then he heard another agonized (or so he thought) groan coming from the bathroom.

"Ron," he whispered more urgently, reaching down and pushing Ron's shoulder lightly.

"Huh, what?" Ron asked groggily, waking up slowly. He pushed himself up in the bed, looking around blearily. He caught sight of Neville and frowned. "Neville?"

"Ron, I think someone's hurt," Neville whispered fearfully.

Ron gave him a questioning look. "What do you mean?"

"Someone's in the shower and they don't sound good."

Ron looked confused for a moment as he sat in his bed, the covers falling down to his waist. He listened closely, also hearing the shower running. He turned back to Neville, about to say that he really shouldn't eat so much before bed when he heard it.

A sharp gasp followed by a moan. Then it was gone, covered up by the pattering of the water on the tiles. Ron looked at Neville, who looked apprehensive. He looked like he couldn't keep his hands still in his worry, as he stood by Ron's bed, wringing them together nervously. He hoped someone was going to do something soon. He didn't like standing by while the person in the shower was hurt.

In the shower, Draco was pressed up against the tile, Harry supporting his legs that were wrapped around his waist. Harry's cock was fully engulfed in Draco's body, sliding past the hot, tight muscles.

"Fuck, Harry," Draco breathed quietly. "Move, please."

"Begging?" Harry whispered, smirking. "I like it."

Draco let out an exasperated sigh which was cut-off as Harry shifted, driving his cock in a little further. Draco closed his eyes, praying for patience and trying to hold on. He didn't know how much longer he could last.

His throbbing erection was rubbing against Harry's stomach, already leaking a warm pre-cum between them. Harry leaned in slowly and kissed Draco softly, far softer than he had so far that evening.

The tenderness of the moment didn't last long, though, as Harry slid his cock out of Draco's tight body, only to slam it back in forcefully. Draco threw his head back, nearly cracking it against the tiled wall.

The water made it slippery and hard to hold on as Harry thrust back in, slamming his cock into Draco's willing body. Harry didn't care, though. He drove his cock back into Draco's slick entrance, not caring if Draco slipped in his grip. He merely grasped his hips tighter; his fingernails digging into the pale skin.

"Fuck, shit!" Draco cursed as Harry slammed recklessly into his body.

Outside in the dormitory, Neville and Ron stared in shock at the bathroom door. Neville turned to Ron, a hysterical expression on his face.

"What do we do?! What do we do?!" he cried, nearly losing his head.

"We need help," Ron said quickly. He now knew Neville had been telling the truth. Someone was definitely hurt in there. Those weren't the cries of a normal person.

Ron threw off his covers hastily and ran for the stairs. Neville went after him, stopping just at the head and waiting for him to return. He cast a nervous glance back at the door to the bathroom and willed Ron to hurry up.

Ron dashed down the stairs and to the foot of the girls' staircase. He knew it was useless to try and get up the stairs since they would merely turn into a slide and fling him back down. Instead, he took out his wand and muttered a spell. Something silvery shot up the staircase and, moments later, Hermione came clattering down, pulling on her dressing gown hastily.

"What is it, Ron?" she asked concernedly.

"There's someone hurt in the dorm!" he said.

"Who?"

"I don't know! They're in the shower and they don't sound good."

"Okay," Hermione said. Ron turned and headed back for the boy's dormitory quickly, beckoning Hermione to follow him. They went up the stairs and into the room where they met an agitated Neville.

"I don't know what's going on," Neville said worriedly. "Hermione, will you go check?"

"Why me?" she asked, alarmed. All she could hear at the moment was the sound of running water.

"Because you know how to deal with these things," Ron said slowly, knowing it was stupid.

"No, I don't!" she exclaimed. She didn't want to be the one to go in there and check on whoever it was. "How about we all go?" she suggested.

Neville and Ron looked uneasy at the idea, but, with a little prodding, Hermione got them to agree. Together, the three of them crept cautiously toward the door to the bathroom. Hermione could now clearly hear the gasps and moans.

They reached the door and she paused, a growing unease coming over her. She wasn't sure of Neville and Ron's explanation of events, but she had no choice as Ron flung open the door.

Harry slammed into Draco's body, his cock pushing past the tight ring of muscles and brushing against Draco's prostate. Draco's head was thrown back as Harry thrust into him. Harry looked up sharply as the door flew open.

Through his haze of lust, he saw three people standing in the doorway, frozen. He couldn't exactly tell who it was, but he caught sight of a head of red hair.

"Ron!" he yelled sharply. "Get the fuck out!"

There was a hasty scrambling, full of people running into walls in their haste to get out of the room. Finally, Harry heard the door slam shut and he thrust one last time into Draco, losing it as he came forcefully, deep inside the blonds' body.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he mumbled into Draco's neck as he came down from his explosive climax. He felt Draco cum as well, spurting hot cum over his stomach and hearing him groan loudly, shouting a few choice expletives as well.

Finally, Harry could no longer hold on and he let go of Draco's thighs. Together, they slid to the floor of the shower, the warm water still cascading down. They sat there for a minute or two, willing their breathing to return to normal.

After a minute, Draco turned to Harry, a sly grin on his face. "So, do I still owe you?"

Harry looked over at him and gave him a withering look. "No, but I think I might owe you for outing me to my friends."

Draco just smirked and crawled into Harry's lap, straddling him on the tile floor. He leaned in, pressing a light kiss to Harry's lips.

"You can thank me later," he whispered against his lips and Harry grinned then pulled him into another kiss.

Outside in the dorm, Ron, Hermione, and Neville stood in complete and utter shock. Each was staring at the ground, determined not to look at the other. They heard the water shut off in the bathroom and their eyes widened.

"I'm going to go to bed," Hermione said quickly, turning around and practically rushing out of the room.

"Yeah, me too," Ron muttered, jumping into his bed and wrenching the hangings shut.

Only Neville was left standing in the middle of the room. He didn't know what to do as he saw the bathroom door begin to open. Harry and Draco walked out, Harry's arm around Draco's waist.

They stopped as they came face to face with Neville.

"Er..." Neville stuttered. "Hi, Harry, M-Malfoy."

"Hello, Neville," Harry said cheerfully. "G'night." And he led Draco over to his bed and opened the hangings for him to climb in. With a small wave to Neville, Harry disappeared behind the hangings as well. Neville heard a whispered spell and knew that he could sleep peacefully for the rest of the night; though, until the end of school, he had no idea.


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A/N: Please review!! :)