Love

It was a Ravenclaw versus Hufflepuff match. That year the two houses has slammed both Slytherin and Gryffindor and while both of those houses had felt betrayed by their respective Quidditch teams, it had ended up bringing the entire school closer together because it was one less rivalry. This was the last game of the season and it found the lion and snake houses sitting in the middle together while the badgers and ravens yelled obscenities from their sides. …Sue me, so not all the houses got along.

Most of the Gryffindor students were there, except noticeably absent was the Golden Trio. Most figured that the bookworm had dragged the hothead somewhere in promise of snogging, but they were probably actually studying. The third member of the trio, Harry, hadn’t been seen a lot lately and many had commented on his seemingly absentness. The rest of the students asked the only one who knew Harry Potter the best, his rival Draco Malfoy, what he thought of Harry Potter’s recent distraction, but Draco had just sneered derisively and told them to ask Potter themselves.

However, Draco Malfoy knew exactly why Harry Potter had been distracted lately. He didn’t bother covering up a smirk when he thought of exactly why he hadn’t been seen around much. Potter had been around, yes, but no one had seen him. He gave a jerk of his hips and faintly heard a whimper coming from right in front of his chest amidst the cheering and jeering and chattering of the crowd and the voice on the microphone announcing the game. His smirk widened and gave another jerk of his hips forward. Oh yes, he knew exactly where his rival was- sitting on his lap with his cock buried deliciously in the warmth of his enemies’ tight little hole. The wonders an invisibility cloak and a few concealing charms did.

He rolled his hips just slightly and he barely heard a small gasp and the throbbing warmth around his cock tightened slightly. He was so lucky that the game had just started really and had been exciting from the very beginning or he was sure that people would have noticed exactly what he was doing before now. It was also lucky that even though he was in the front row, standing up and pressed against Harry and Harry pressed against the railing that no one had bumped into either of them, despite the jostling that was happening around them.

To the casual sweep of an eye, Draco Malfoy didn’t look all that out of place, as though there wasn’t a naked body under an invisibility cloak pressed against his chest. He was leaning slightly forward, forearms leaning casually on the railing in front of his, butt slightly sticking out as he leaned forward on the metal poles. No, it just looked as if Draco Malfoy was relaxing and lazily watching the game. That is, to everyone except for the Slytherins that knew him best. Professor Severus Snape watched him with a careful eye. Draco Malfoy was never relaxed, he never slouched, and he never watched the game from the front row of the bleachers.

Draco Malfoy gave another roll of his hips and a jerk forward, rocking slightly against the body in front of him. There were several small gasps and he briefly felt the caress of fabric against his cheek as one of the breaths from Harry tried to make its way past the barrier of fabric. There was a small moan of his name from Harry Potter’s lips and Draco snapped his hips forward and stood up straighter at the same time in a movement that seemed fluid and natural to the casual observer. There was a hard gasp from the body that was now pressed halfway over the edge of the railing, but it was covered up by the screams of Hufflepuff as their seeker dived as if he has seen the snitch, quickly followed by the seeker for Ravenclaw.

With Harry now pressed up more firmly against the metal bars and Draco pressed up against him, he rocked more firmly, eliciting quiet pleas that barely reached Draco’s own ears from the body in front of him. All he did was subtly pinch the soft skin of his fuck-toy’s behind hard and the smaller dark-haired teenager effectively was shut up. As the two seekers fell into another dive, Draco growled because he wanted to pound the smaller boy hard but couldn’t do it effectively and so dragged himself out of the tight heat and dragged Harry Potter literally by the balls off of the elevated bleachers down until they were firmly on the ground, under the bleachers.

There was a roar of disappointment from above them and Draco pushed Harry onto the ground and followed him, dragged the invisibility cloak from his naked partner. Harry’s face was flushed and he was panting softly, his hands handcuffed together yet wrapped around his leaking cock. Glasses gone and eyes half-lidded under sweat-soaked hair and Draco could do nothing but jump him. The roar of the crowd above their heads and the sunlight filtering between the cracks of the floorboards above them were just things to be ignored for the feeling of slick and hot skin moving against the other.

Draco unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock. It was still wet from where it had just been deep in his lover’s ass and he stroked it softly, running his knuckles up and down its shaft. Harry whined deep in his throat and Draco smirked and pinched the flesh of his behind roughly. Harry groaned and his cock jumped and the blonde chuckled deeply. “So, the little whore does like pain after all.” He pulled Harry’s legs up until the boy’s calves rested on his shoulders. “And all this time, I just thought you had voyeuristic tendencies.”

Harry laughed lightly too until Draco pushed his cock into the fluttering opening of Harry’s behind. “Aren’t you the one with… the ‘voyeuristic tendencies’?” Harry gasped and arched his back when Draco pushed in deeply. Harry pulled more roughly at his penis head while Draco’s hands drifted up to scrape at Harry’s nipples. “I’m just the one with the- ah! Fuck, Draco, ughhh… right there…”

Draco smirked and pinched Harry’s nipples until Harry was a blubbering mass of sex under him. “I’m sorry, what were you saying, slut?” He pounded his cock in and out of Harry with deep strokes and slapped the dark-haired boy’s behind. “That you are a pain-loving whore, slut? That you wanted me to pound your boy-pussy in the middle of the Great Hall? In the middle of a Quidditch match? In potions where Snape can use his sexy voice to degrade and humiliate you?

Harry’s cock jumped again and Draco pushed his hands away from his cock and trapped them above his head. “I’m sorry; did you just get excited when I said Snape would be watching?” Harry moaned and tears formed at the corners of his eyes when Draco stopped.

“Draco, Draco, please… Move, Draco, move…”

“You like his sexy voice?” Draco leaned down and licked a path up Harry’s chest. “You like that he would order you around and fuck you like the common whore you are, don’t you? You wish he would stop in the middle of class, order everyone else to get out, then push you up against his desk and fuck you till you can’t breathe, don’t you?”

Tears were effectively steaming out of Harry’s closed eyes now, so far gone he was from the frustrations of not being able to get the satisfaction that he so desired. “I should just leave you here slut, maybe he’ll be the one to find you, since it seems that you’d rather have him that me.” Draco backed up and pulled entirely off of Harry, but Harry was having none of that.

“Fucking prissy… have to do everything myself…” Harry pushed Draco back against the ground and positioned himself and sat totally on top of Draco’s cock in one thrust downwards. “Snape may be sexy,” Harry gasped as he pulled off of his lover’s cock and slammed himself down again, “but you’re the one that stole my heart bastard.” He pushed down on Draco’s chest again until the cock was just barely out of him then slowly lowered himself down. “You’re the one that refuses to give me your fucking h-heart in return, fucking, fucking, fucki-bastard!”

Harry balled up his fists and slammed them ineffectively against the other’s chest. “I’m your fucking whore, your fucking play thing, your boy-toy, and yet I still fucking love you.” Harry leaned down and gave Draco a hard bite on the lips and Draco growled, his eyes dark as burned silver. “So just fucking fuck me already.”

Draco slammed his hips up and with his hands wrapped around Harry’s hips started pounding the younger boy’s hole. Squelching and slapping sounds were muffled with the roaring of the crowd, and as Draco looked up to Harry’s face, his breath caught in his chest. The dark hair was plastered his Harry’s neck, his green eyes staring into his own, the caramel-colored flesh glowing under the light that filtered through the wooden slats. Harry bit his bottom lip and his face contorted in pleasure and Draco lost it.

Afterwards, Draco was sure that he had never had a stronger orgasm in his life. Harry might have been inclined to agree with Draco because he had never been so filled until that time. And well, Snape afterwards, could also say that he had the strongest orgasm of his entire life- just watching from the shadows, hand never once touched his cock.
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A/N: That was short. Actually, I was feeling PWP until the middle when depression kicked in. Aha… Lol. Reviews are always welcome. Might be a sequel or prequel, related or unrelated to the point of the story sometime later this week. Thanks!