Most of all, remember our team motto. Fight dirty.
Draco glanced up. The Slytherin captain, Sullivan Flint, was giving one of her
rousing pre-game pep talks. She was always a little extra vehement when they played
Gryffindor. He sighed, having heard it all before.
Bored, Draco glanced across the field at the Gryffindor team. They were all huddled
up except for Harry, who stood off to the side, holding his broom and staring right at
Draco. Draco stared back, brow furrowed in annoyance.
Slowly, keeping his eyes locked with Dracos, Harry brought his broom to his lips and
ran the tip of his tongue up the wood.
Draco watched, lips parting in shock. This had to be some sort of plot to distract
him. It wouldnt work, he told himself.
Reluctantly, he turned back to the Slytherin team, barely listening as Sullivan went on
about strategy.
Malfoy! Sullivan demanded. Are you paying attention?
Draco favored her with a glance. Catch the snitch. Got it.
Sullivan rolled her eyes. Fight dirty, people. Lets
play.
The game began.
Draco attempted to catch Harry repeatedly, in order to ask him what exactly he had been
playing at, but he was unsuccessful. Harry invariably just moved to the opposite end
of the field. Eventually Draco gave up and hovered around the right side of the
pitch, idly wishing that the snitch would just make his life easier and appear right in
front of him.
He hadnt expected it to actually do so.
The tiny gold ball suddenly appeared not three feet from where he hovered, paused briefly,
and then zoomed away. Draco set off after it, spurring his broom forward as fast as
it would go.
Harry, still on the other side of the field, didnt have a chance.
It took only a few moments for Draco to catch up to the snitch and grab it, though it took
twice as much time for him to actually process that he had it, that the snitch was in his
hand and they had won, Slytherin had finally beaten Gryffindor. Hed
finally beaten Potter.
The next several minutes were a blur of cheers and elation. Draco didnt even
remember the Potter incident until he was heading back to the castle after having showered
and changed, and came face to face with Potter himself, leaning against the wall outside
the locker room and staring at the sky. Dracos ire immediately kicked in.
Good game, Malfoy, Harry said amiably.
Draco glared at him. What the fuck was that, Potter? he hissed.
Congratulations? Harry asked.
No. You. Before. Pleasuring your broom.
Harry raised an eyebrow. Jealous?
What is this? Some sort of game?
Perhaps.
Care to let me in on the rules, then?
Not particularly.
Draco sighed, exasperated. What are you playing at, Potter? What do you
want from me?
Get on your knees, Harry said slowly, and Ill show you.
Dracos eye widened. Fuck you, he said venomously.
Yes, thats what Im going for, Harry said in that same
infuriatingly slow tone.
I should thrash you for this.
Harry shrugged. Whatever youre in to.
Draco pushed Harry, who hit the wall with a solid thud.
Rough, Harry murmured.
You like it. Draco said, lip curling in disgust.
Harry grabbed him by his shirtfront, pulling him forward. Dont
you? he asked, quietly, his mouth inches from Dracos.
What are you doing? Draco asked. He had meant for his voice to sound
harsh, but it came out as more of a hushed whisper. He swallowed nervously.
Harry slid a hand inside Dracos robes and unbuttoned his trousers.
Reaching into your knickers. What are you doing?
Draco gasped, and willed his hips not to thrust forward. Um, he started,
but couldnt think of anything to answer beyond something very stupid.
Harry smiled, and took his time pulling down Dracos zipper and reaching in.
Commando. Nice.
Lightly, he ran a finger up Dracos erection. Want me to stop? he
murmured.
Um. Draco struggled to regain rational thought. Yes?
Harry tightened his grip. Yes? he said softly.
Ahh. Dracos eyes fluttered closed. I. Um.
No. I mean. Yes.
Yes, what? Harry asked patiently.
Yes, I want. You.
What do you want me to do? His hand encircled Dracos cock, slowly
stroking up and down.
Um. That. Draco swallowed, leaning forward to rest his forehead
against Harrys. Harder.
Like this? Harry murmured, his breath quickening. He stroked faster,
tightening his grip. His other hand grasped the back of Dracos neck, pulling
them closer still, until their lips were no more than a breath apart.
Yeah. Thats. Draco opened his eyes and looked hazily at
Harry. It. He struggled for words. God.
Harry. With a moan, he closed the slight distance between them, his lips
meeting the other boys.
Harry pulled Draco forward, their chests colliding. He kissed Draco frantically,
feverishly, as Draco ground against him, thrusting up into his hand. Roughly, their
lips met, tongues sliding together. Draco pulled back as Harrys fingertips
discovered a sensitive spot, and then he began to kiss wherever he could reach.
Harry shuddered as Dracos lips ghosted over his scar, down his forehead and to his
neck, where he proceeded to suck on Harrys collarbone.
When Draco came, he bit Harrys neck hard enough to draw blood.
Draco, Harry gasped, hand automatically reaching up to examine the
wound. His fingers came away wet and red.
Sorry, Draco whispered through alarmingly reddish lips, still trying
desperately to regain his breath.
No, youre not.
No, Draco agreed, Im not. He was already busy
unfastening Harrys trousers. With one last kiss to Harrys bitten,
swiftly bruising skin, he dropped to his knees.
Roughly, Draco jerked down Harrys pants and reached for his cock. Tell
me what you want, Harry, he murmured, grinning sadistically.
You fucking know what I want, Malfoy, Harry muttered, glaring down at
him.
Just checking, Draco said sweetly, and took Harrys cock into his
mouth.
A painful-sounding thump sounded above as Harry jerked back, banging his head against the
wall. Draco, he moaned.
Mmm, Draco murmured.
Harry couldnt resist reaching a hand down to tug at Dracos hair. Draco
ran his hands up Harrys stomach, knuckles sliding over his hipbones and then tracing
downward over the few exposed inches of Harrys thighs. Harry tasted like
warmth and carnival glass.
Draco took him in as deep as he could, running his tongue along the underside, swirling
over the tip. A minute of this and Harry was starting to thrust slightly.
A minute more and Draco found himself struggling, but determined to swallow it all.
He stood and gently zipped Harry back up. Youre a screamer, he
said, smirking. I didnt expect that. He leaned forward and kissed
Harry, hard.
Me neither, Harry said faintly. He blinked. Its
dark.
Thats what happens when night falls, Draco said archly.
Whats the matter, Potter, afraid?
Hardly. Harry straightened his robes. Im kind of
hungry, though.
Draco raised an eyebrow, holding back a grin. Fascinating.
You seemed pretty fascinated when you were on your knees in front of me, Harry
said, voice suddenly cold.
Draco stared. What?
Nice game, Malfoy. Harry smirked, then turned and began to walk away.
Harry! Draco said angrily.
Harry turned back slowly and, keeping his eyes focused on Draco, he brought his broom to
his lips and ran his tongue up the length of it. Youre not the only one
that fights dirty.