Wizards Duel

A/N: This is my first Crack! fic, be gentle. Also the challenge line is in bold!
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“What is wrong with you Potter? You’ve gone soft me!”
“What part of ‘leave me alone’ don’t you understand!”

Harry was walking from potions with a gaggle of students trailing after him waiting for the impending fight. It was the first Halloween without Old Moldy Voldie hanging around and everyone was cheerfully preparing for the All Hallows Eve Ball. Everyone, that is, except Harry who was desperately avoiding his devastatingly handsome nemesis, Draco Malfoy.
When Harry had returned for his seventh year he noticed the change in Draco immediately. The blonde was laughing more, smiling more and, for whatever reason, fighting with Harry more. If the Gryffindor had a galleon for every time he was shoved, pulled, zapped or otherwise by Draco in just the last few weeks he’d be richer then Gwenog Jones of the Holyhead Harpies! He wanted to fight Draco back but was too nervous around the Slytherin to get more than an insult or two in before Draco said something that made Harry blush beet red and shuffle off, usually hidden behind Ron or Hermione.
He told them of his problem right away, not that Hermione hadn’t already known. The three of them figured that if Harry could steer clear of Malfoy long enough then Harry’s weird attraction would fade. Unfortunately every time Harry didn’t respond to the blond Draco would go out of his way to follow and bother Harry.

“The alone part, why would you want to be alone, have some important wanking plans to attend to?” Draco’s voice was full of mirth and Harry cringed, if Draco only knew.
“Just shove it Malfoy!” Suddenly he was pressed against the cold stone wall of the dungeon corridor with everyone watching and no one helping. Draco’s Hawthorne wand pressed hard into the back of his neck.
“Shove what? Where, exactly? Meet me tonight, 10:00pm, Room of Requirement. I think it’s been too long since we’ve had a proper duel.”

Harry panicked at the thought of being alone with the menacing Slytherin, who at the moment was using his ‘entire’ body to keep Harry against the wall. Draco’s words rung pleasantly and altogether unpleasantly in his ears.

“Who’s your second?” Goyle almost spoke but Draco hissed.
“No seconds, no one else. Just you and me.” Draco’s whisper made Harry momentarily happy that his front was pressed against the wall and not his back. Harry would have flat out refused if he thought there was any chance the answer wouldn’t prompt Draco to hex him right there.
“Fine. 10 it is.” The blond back up and beckoned to his house mates who followed him obediently. Ron shook his head and Hermione grinned knowingly.


The feast that night was sumptuous and rich. Harry didn’t even notice. He was too busy not staring at Draco to notice much else besides Draco. It was an irritating problem. Afterwards him, Hermione and Ron got ready for the dance and headed down together. Hermione suggested, briefly before being whisked off by Ron, that Harry attempt to make peace with Draco. It was the hardest Harry had laughed since before the war. Ron said to hex Draco with a well placed ‘petrificus totalus’ and just leave him there. Harry figured that would be best, of course that also depended on him being able to stop stuttering enough to get the spell out. That and if you don’t mean the spell then it often will not work properly. He thought of something McGonagall had said in his first year, 90% of spell casting is intent. If he didn’t want to hurt Draco it would be pretty hard to hex him.
After a dance or two with Ginny and one awkward swing around the hall with Cho (both girls inexplicably cursed with the jelly-legs jinx half way through each dance) Harry saw Draco sneak out. Harry followed nervously and when he reached the room he steeled himself outside the door.

“You coming or going Potter?” Harry spun wide eyed, he couldn’t figure out how Draco had ended up behind him.
“Er-”
“Or coming, and then going?” Draco raised a manicured eyebrow and examined Harry closely, who narrowed his eyes and huffed irritably.
“Let’s just get this over with Malfoy.” Harry knew he sounded braver then he felt and he hoped to Merlin that Draco bought it.

The room was darkly lit and had padded black walls. The long table from the dueling club in Harry’s second year was situated in the center. Draco got up on the table and smiled widely at Harry.

“Get up here Potter, back to back, remember?” Harry nodded and crawled up on to the table. They both discarded their outer dress robes on the floor and turned around, pressing their backs against each others. “Ten paces, then your mine!” Harry flinched but waited and when Draco started counting he began walking. Quickly Harry decided he would hate to curse the boy, so instead he’d cast defensive spells ‘til Draco tired. Pretty brilliant he’d thought. If only it had worked.

“Protego!”
“Expelliarmus!”

“Protego!”
“Densaugeo!”

“Protego!”
“Furnunculus!”

“Fight me Potter!” Draco’s voice was irritable and desperate and Harry knew he couldn’t block forever. He ducked Draco’s leg-locker curse and shouted.
“Expelliarmus!” He heard Draco’s wand fly across the room and knew he’d won. He closed his eyes and sighed.
“Potter! Look at my pants!” Harry sighed, agitated.

“What do you mean, look at my pants?…Oh my god!”

Draco was standing there, smirking, wandless with his pants down around his ankles. His large erection poked out of his emerald green boxer shorts.

“Lovely disarming spell, if you consider my pants a weapon Potter.” Harry could feel the blood rush simultaneously to his face and his nether regions. McGonagall had been right about intent after all.
“I didn’t mean too.”

Draco laughed and his smile reached his eyes.

“I doubt that. I think that’s exactly what you meant to do.” The blond kicked off his pants and sauntered over to Harry, who was frozen in shock. He plucked the wand from Harry’s hand and dropped it onto their dress robes. He gripped Harry shoulders and stepped in close to Harry’s face. Harry could feel Draco’s breath ghost across his lips. “I’ve seen you watching me. I know why you never fight back.”
“You do?”
“Mm-hm. But I don’t want this if you’ve lost your fight.” Harry made up his mind and with a swift and decisive movement, the first he’d made all year in fact, he shoved Draco down onto the table and moved over him.
“The fires not out yet Malfoy.” Draco smirked up at him.
“Good to know.”

Harry kissed Draco deeply and pressed his straining erection into Draco’s own boxer clad groin. The boys’ frantically frotted against each other: discarding shirts, pants, boxers and inhibitions along the way. When Draco whispered in Harry’s ear the brunet moaned loudly.

“Fuck me Harry.” Harry planned on doing just that. He reached for his wand and cast ‘lubricous’ to prepare Draco, who was currently laving his neck with kisses and licking the shell of his ear. He then positioned himself above the Slytherin and thrust in, hard. Draco cried out and clenched around him. He grabbed the blonde’s hair and fisted it roughly as he pulled all the way out and thrust back in firmly. “Oh, YES!” Draco was screaming and mewling and thrashing as Harry pounded him into the table with reckless abandon. Draco bit into his neck roughly when Harry paused to lift Draco’s ankles onto his shoulders. He resumed his erratic and forceful fucking of the blond and soon they were screaming their releases into the large room. When they were finished Harry collapsed onto Draco, panting. He could feel the sheen of sweat that covered him begin to cool and Draco’s sticky come was covering his torso, gluing him to the blonde beneath him.

“You’ve hexed me for the last four weeks for this!” He rolled off Draco and laughed.
“Thank Merlin I had this idea,” said Draco, his breathing irregular and heavy. “Or this could have taken all year!”
“The idea for a duel?”
“No, the idea to hex my own pants off!” Draco was laughing so hard tears were rolling off his face.
“You sneaky bastard.”
“I prefer Slytherin.”