Chapter 14
"Draco Lucius Malfoy! Why are you not sending me any letters! How dare you disrespect me like that! I'm your best friend you cocky bastard! Spill the damn tea! I except at least five letters back! Do you hear me?!" A knock on his door gets him out of the trance he was in while watching the letter burn on the floor. "Yes." Harry walks in with a little laugh. "Was that Pansy?" Draco nods and casts a quick cleaning charm on the ashes. "Damn, you should probably start sending her all 'the tea' quickly then. Before she sends more howlers." Draco chuckles softly and leans against the windowsill. "I'll write some letters before I go to bed." Harry runs his eyes over the tall figure in front of him and breathes in deeply. If only he could kiss him and hold him in his arms. Instead of saying anything about it, Draco just enjoys the attention and watches Harry back. "Anything else I can help you with, Potter?" Harry startles and looks into the grey, blue eyes. "Ah, well. I was wondering if you wanted to practice with me?" Draco smirks. "Practice... what exactly?" He licks his bottom lip and rests his gaze on Harry's lips, making the shorter boy squirm on the spot. "Quidditch." Draco hums. "What a shame." He starts, making Harry's head nearly explode with questions. Did he want to practice something else? Something more... sexual? He shakes his head to focus his mind and listens to Draco's next words. "I don't play anymore." Harry breathes out deeply and hums. "Yes, well I need a seeker, to help chase the snitch and you're the best one I could think of." Draco shows his ever so smug smile and tilts his head. "Am I now?" Harry shivers and nods. "Yeah, so if you don't mind... I need you." And if that last bit would've come out less needy Harry might've actually gotten away with his boner. But of course, Draco heard the higher tone, the little quiver and then it only took one swift look down to see the prominent bulge. "I see, well then let's get started." He says while looking into Harry's eyes and grabbing his quidditch gear.
Flying over the field was a feeling he didn't think he'd missed that bad. It felt free, it felt great. He could do this all day, if he wouldn't get a painful ass because of it. "Left!" Harry tilts his balance so his broom goes faster and takes a sharp turn. "Ah fuck!" He was getting frustrated, for some reason the snitch always escaped his grasp. Draco didn't mind, the longer it took, the better it got. Harry was sweaty, which was a great look, his cheeks were tinted pink because of the wind and he was getting more and more wound up which was absolutely fantastic to watch. "Behind you." He knew Harry was getting close to being done. "Would you just Fucking catch it when you see it?!" And there it was though Draco wouldn't have ever thought it Would hurt his heart as bad as it did. Harry Potter snapping at him? He showed his amused smile though it was only half sincere and started speeding up. Taking turns, flying upside down, everything he could think of, he was doing it until finally he saw the snitch in the corner of his eye and sped right to it. Catching it, right next to Harry's head. They landed back on the field and put the snitch back where it belonged before going to their dorms in silence.
"I'm sorry." Draco frowns and looks at Harry while cleaning his broom. "I shouldn't have snapped, I was getting angry and I took it out on you while you were only doing what I asked you to do." Draco hums and puts his broom back in his dresser. "It's fine. Shit happens." Harry sighs and shakes his head. "I mean it, I feel really bad. I shouldn't have snapped." "Potter, it's whatever." Harry groaned. "Draco would you please just accept my apologies?" Draco crosses his arms over his chest and looks right into Harry's eyes, since he's sitting down it's less of a task because they're pretty much the same height right now. "Potter. It's fine. I swear." Harry nods with a deep inhale and sighs. "Okay. Thank you." They get up and walk to the showers to freshen up. They're going to shower together... shouldn't that be weirder than it is?
Draco smiles weakly and runs his hand through his hair before taking off his shirt. Harry swallows thickly and looks at the godly figure of Draco Malfoy. Right. In. Front. Of. Him. "Shouldn't you get undressed too? Isn't that the point of a shower?" Harry nods and prays to whoever will listen that he won't get another boner because of this man. Not today. "Right." Harry takes off his shirt as casually as he can, and starts on his socks before placing his glasses on the side table and taking off his pants. When he looks up he can see Draco, in pitch black boxers, clinging to his skin perfectly. Showing off his thick broom-trained thighs, and- holy shit. Was that soft? He couldn't possibly ever take that up his... no way. He bites his lip before quickly averting his gaze and taking off his boxers while turning around to face the shower door. He throws them on the pile of clothes and hears the door close behind him while water hits the tiled floor. He lets out a shaky breath when his dick twitches badly. He can not masturbate under a shower while Draco Malfoy is in another stall. But fuck does he want to. "Shit." He groans when noticing he forgot to take his shampoo. "What? Did you cut yourself while shaving?" Draco jokes, making Harry chuckle lightly. "I forgot my shampoo." Draco laughs and shakes his head. Harry's heart swells, it's the first time he's ever heard him laugh. "You really can't do anything properly, can you Potter?" Harry shrugs and rubs his face. "Would you mind if I borrowed yours?" Draco snorts. "Obviously." Harry huffs. "Prick. So it does have bleach in it, doesn't it? That's why you're so blonde!" Draco laughs even louder and shakes his head while wiping the water out of his face. He quickly puts some shampoo on his hair before he answers. "Accio it then. You'll find out."