Quidditch Trauma.

Saturday. Quidditch game. Gryffindor Versus Slytherin. What more could Harry want for the day? Yet another chance to embarrass Draco Malfoy. Quidditch was Harry’s oxygen. Everything he felt, anger, stress, bitter, hate was all released on the Quidditch pitch, flying around goal posts, dodging passing bludgers, avoiding angry team players, everything about the sport, harry loved it.

“Alright guys, you all seem to know my pre-game speech off-hand by now, so get out there, play the game, and just bloody hell win us this one!” Said Oliver wood, now rousing his team members.

“Yeah! You got it wood!” Whooped Fred and George.

“Alright, come on lets get on the field, show the Slytherin team what Gryffindor House is made of!” bellowed Oliver

The team marched into the middle of the Quidditch pitch to many wild roars from the crowd, everyone wanted Gryffindor to win this one, Slytherin had won both games this season, and only the Slytherin house were happy about that.

“Shake hands!” Demanded Madam Hooch.

Both teams bitterly lined up to shake hands, Harry and Draco shook hands.

“I guess we will soon see who is the-“

“Yeah, I guess we will.” Spat harry through his gritted teeth back at Draco.

“On your sticks!” Screamed Madam Hooch.

Then she blew her whistle.

Everyone flew up into the air, Oliver flew towards his post, Fred and George flew to the bludger, and harry flew around the pitch, doing a large circle around to try and find that golden speckle.

Malfoy was close on Harry’s tail, this was ridiculous, harry hadn’t even seen the golden snitch and he was already being followed. Harry knew why, Draco couldn’t do it himself.

Bludger after bludger flew past Harry, nearly missing him. Alicia passed the quaffle to Angelina, then back, dodging bludgers from the beaters. Then finally scoring through the left hand hoop.

The score was now 50 to 10. Gryffindor was in the lead.

Harry finally saw the golden snitch, zooming around Draco’s head. Harry sped right towards Draco, Draco had no idea what to do so out of instinct he moved forward, and as Harry zoomed past him, punched him hard, right in the nose.

Harry fell to the ground, his nose was bloody. He stood up, holding high the Golden snitch. He’d won the game.

200 to 10. Easiest win in history, the game lasted 19 minutes.


Hermione ran onto the field.

“Oh! Harry, I can fix that!” Said Hermione looking at Harry’s nose, which was now bleeding furiously.

Hermione had taken out a book from the library awhile ago, “How to cast your spells without speaking them!” and of course had been able to do it that night.


She waved her wand around Harry’s nose, squinting her Eyebrow’s while she did so.

“Thank you so much Hermione” Said harry.

Harry heard a slight clicking noise, and felt his nose move back into place. The blood was still there, he didn’t mind at all, he had just won the game.


At this time all of the rest of the Gryffindor team flew down to cheer. It was a marvellous moment. Everyone was so happy, except the Slytherin team, who all scolded at Draco for his stupidity.


Walking back to the change rooms, Harry was so ecstatic he didn’t even realise that the whole crowd was coming down to cheer for him.

The team all went into the change rooms.

“Great work harry! Awesome! Just awesome! Alright Guys, come on hit the showers! You all reek.” Cheered Oliver

“Yeah, come on Fred, let’s go shower!” Said George.

Everybody was laughing. Harry didn’t go for his shower yet, he never showered with the other people, he didn’t know why, he just didn’t like to.

He looked in the mirror at his bloody nose, he picked up a cloth and started to mop up his blood. It wasn’t as easy as he had thought it would be, most of it had dried up already.

While harry was still fixing up his nose, all the other team members had left. It was just harry now.


He was free to go for a shower now. He took off his shirt but was interrupted.


“Why the hell did you do that?” said a person from the shadows.

“Do what? You bloody coward, YOU hit me!” Screamed harry back at Malfoy.

“You were going to dive at me, what do you expect? Just b’cos you’re the boy who lived doesn’t mean I can’t hit you!” Said Draco.

“Oh yeah?” said harry.

Draco stood up to harry, getting right in his face and said “Oh yeah!” Then, from out of nowhere, Draco pashed harry, he wasn’t sure why, but he just did. Harry returned the kiss, very unsure of what he was doing.

Harry reached up to grab at Draco’s face, rubbing his hands back over his sweaty face, his sweaty hair. Harry hated Draco so much but was very unsure why he was doing this to him.

Harry threw off Draco’s Quidditch robe, unbuttoning his shirt, he pushed him against the locker, kissing him wildly, moving down his neck, to his nipples. Sucking on his nipple, biting it hard.

Draco moaned with pleasure, no-one had ever bit him like this, he loved it so much, he felt that wave of pleasure surge through his body, and in that instant he unbuttoned his pants, dropped them to the floor, releasing his large erection to harry, who from impulse grabbed at it, pumping it back and forth in time with the movements of his mouth.

Draco never expected this to happen, he knew something would, but never suspected that it would end out as a handjob from Harry.


Harry let go of Draco’s cock, Draco taking control grabbed at Harry’s belt, unclasped it with one hand, and with a swift pull, pulled it right out, folding it in half, and bringing it in front of him, Draco cracked it like a whip. This single movement made Harry want Draco so badly, that he un-did his own pants dropping his pants to the floor.

Both boys took all there clothes off completely.

Harry kissed Draco’s shoulder, then bit him, he felt Draco tense up, then heard him exhale loudly, he was enjoying it, so he bit him harder. This time breaking the skin, drawing the slightest trace of blood.

Harry licked up Draco’s neck, licked up to side of his cheek and up to his ear, nibbling at his earlobe. Harry moaned into Draco’s ear. “Follow me.” He whispered, grabbing Draco’s arm, beckoning him into the showers.

A/N: Dedicated to my dear friend erin. May she be very annoyed by the ending.