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Harry entered the Gryffindor change room to the sound of cheers from his fellow teammates. They had just won their last game of the season against Ravenclaw so he should have been in a better mood but he wasn't. It had been a couple of weeks since his argument, if he could call it that, with Draco and Harry was still slightly miffed at the blond. They hadn't been able to about what happened because of Quidditch practice and interfering friends. Though Draco was right, Zabini was trying to get into his pants...
“Where have you been, mate?” Ron asked with a friendly slap on Harry’s back. Everyone had already finished showering and changing by the time Harry arrived. “Any slower and you might just miss all the celebrating!”
Harry lent his broom against one of the lockers then shrug off his fingerless dragon hide gloves and toss them into his already open locker. “Wanted to have a word with Madam Hooch about buying the snitch I caught.”
“Did you get it?” Demelza Robins asked as she finished tying her shoelace and stood up from the bench.
Harry smiled as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a little golden ball.
“Wicked!” Ritchie Coote said as he moved closer to the snitch, its wings unfurled as if it was showing off. “Better keep a good grip on that. I don't think even you would want to go chasing after it, not after that match.”
Harry laughed and placed it in his bag of clean clothes, the wings folding back in. “You got that right.”
Jimmy Peakes slung his bag over his shoulder. “You coming to the party cap?”
“Wouldn't miss it!”
“Then you better get a move on! The parties already started and you need a shower 'cause you stink!” Katie's nose crinkled and he gave Harry a playful shove as she made her way to the door. Everyone else followed out after her after a congratulation or quick pat on his back, except for Ginny.
At first, Harry hadn't noticed he wasn't alone as he slipped off his sweaty robe and hung it in his locker. The house elves would make sure it got cleaned and put back correctly. Then moved to take off the arm guards and tossed them carelessly into his locker, right on top of the gloves. He then turned to sit on the bench to remove his shin guards and jumped in surprise to see Ginny standing there watching silently.
“I thought you headed up to the common room with everyone else,” Harry said as he placed a hand over his heart, trying to calm down.
“I wanted to see if you needed a hand.” Ginny smiles sweetly at him, her face exuded innocence but her outfit was anything but. Her blouse had a plunging sweetheart neckline which was accented by a necklace, which Harry had bought her a couple of Christmas ago, and the skirt was so short that he was afraid he'd see something he'd rather not if she attempted to bend down.
“No-” Harry gulped as she strolls across the locker room. “No, I'm good. Why don't you head on up and save me a butterbeer.” She gave him a disappointed look but gave a small nod and headed towards the door. As she walked she pulled out her wand to lengthen her skirt in case a Professor or- Merlin forbid -Ron saw her.
Harry watched the door close and pulled his own wand out of the locker and cast an unusual locking spell in case any more unwanted visitors showed up. Then proceeded to remove what was left of his uniform. He left his clean clothes in his locker, since he was the only one left, and headed into the boy's shower room with only his towel and a bag of toiletries in hand.
He hung the towel on the hook outside of the cubical then heads in with his bag. The water turns on automatically and Harry steps into the warm spray of water and sighs. Harry hadn’t realized how sore some of his muscles were until the warm water started to soothe them. Had he gotten out of shape? Maybe this break from Draco was a good thing, his grade were slipping and he was almost banned from playing in the final game. Now he finds out that he wasn’t in as great a shape as he thought. Maybe he’d be able to study for final exams now that this...whatever it was, with Draco was...done?
No not done, just on hold.
It really pissed Harry off not knowing where they stood.
Harry pulled out his bar of soap out of the bag he placed on the shelf and rubbed it against his dirty skin and watched all the grime flow down his body and into the drain. There was something therapeutic about watching dirt just wash away. He took care and made sure every part of his body was clean before he went to place it on the shelf but the bar of soap slipped through his fingers.
Pale hands had slid around Harry's waist startling him. The body was much too hard and flat to be Ginny's.
“Draco?” Harry asked just to be sure, he didn't think anyone else knew how to disable the locking charm which he had learnt from his lover. The answering chuckle had Harry relax into the body behind him.
“Expecting someone else?”
“No, I just thought Ginny might have found a way to slip back in.” Harry shivered as Draco’s hands caressed his body. “You know we still need to talk about what happened.”
“I know and I'm sorry Love I was...scared that Blaise would steal you away and overreacted.” Draco's voice became very quiet as he admitted this. If Draco's mouth hadn't been near Harry's ear he wouldn't have heard it over the spray of the shower.
Harry turned in Draco's embrace so they were chest to chest, smiling happily up at the blond. He knew how hard that was for Draco to admit that. “It's ok. You were right though, about Zabini. He was interested in something other than studying.”
Draco pressed Harry tightly to him and growled out. “What did he do?!”
“He copped a feel when I leaned across the table to grab a book.” Harry squirmed in the hold but didn't try to get away. “But he doesn't seem too interested in 'studying' with me anymore.” He said, his eyes sparkled with mirth.
“What did you do?” Draco asked surprised, Blaise hadn't said much about trying to sleep with Harry lately but he had thought it was so no one could sabotage his plans.
“Smashed him in the face with said book.” Harry laughed as he remembered that day. “Hermione wasn't pleased that I got blood on it though.” He wrapped his arms around Draco's neck. The warm water ran down his back.
Draco loosened his hold on the shorter teen but didn't let him go. “Since I was right about Blaise, you'll have to listen to me from now on,” Draco smirked.
Harry rolled his eyes at the smugness in Draco's voice and pushed out of the embrace. “Don't make me regret telling you that.” He turned back around and reached into his bag and took out the bottle of shampoo but it was quickly taken out of his hands.
“Let me?” Draco asked in a quiet voice. With Harry's permission, he poured out a small amount and worked it through the wet tangly raven locks. Once finished he turned Harry around and gently tipped his head back to rinse it out.
Harry kept his eyes closed, trusting the other to take care of him. Only opening them when he felt lips lightly press against his own.
“We're ok, right?” Draco asked looking very vulnerable an expression which looked so out of place on the Slytherin's face.
“Yeah, we're ok.”
Draco moved in for another kiss, this one more demanding. He turned them so Harry's back slammed against the thin wall separating the shower stalls, not that Harry seemed to mind. The weeks apart had been hard for them both.
Harry's leg wrapped around Draco's thigh, trying to get closer and get some friction for a rapidly hardening erection. He made an impatient noise in the back of his throat that the other teen hadn't figured out what he wanted. He pulled away and tried to catch his breath but it didn't seem to help. “Draco...more.” He moaned.
Only then did Draco realize that Harry wasn't content with just kissing. He didn't think Harry would want sex after what he had accused him of -even if he did show up wet and naked, asking for forgiveness- but Harry had always surprised him. Draco bent down a little, kissing the taut skin as he went, and put his arm under the elevated knee and the other arm around Harry's waist to steady him and helped him jump up and wrap his leg around Draco's own waist. Their erections rubbed against one another easily enough thanks to the shower water and slick pre-cum.
Draco moaned in Harry's shoulder at the feeling of the warm body pressed against his own. It had been far too long. He kept one arm around Harry's lower back and rolled his hips into the smaller teen but even that wasn't enough. It was a good thing a Slytherin was always prepared. “Harry...” He panted. “Need to...stop...lubes in my bag.”
Harry had no intention of stopping even for a second.
“Accio lube.” Harry panted and held his hand on just in time to catch the lube flying towards them.
“Fuck!” Draco groaned and Harry hid a knowing smirk into his shoulder. It wasn't often that he was able to use and control wandless magic but when he did he knew how much it turned the blond Slytherin on.
Harry opened the bottle and shoved it at Draco, tightening his legs so he wouldn’t fall when Draco let go. Draco fumbled with the bottle at first but quickly slicked up his fingers with a generous amount of lube and slipped one finger inside the warm withering body.
Harry moaned and let his head fall back against the wall. He could just imagine the feeling of having something much bigger than Draco's fingers inside of him. They were both too desperate to prolong the foreplay and soon Harry had three fingers stretching him out.
“Draco...enough, need you in me,” Harry said as he pushed his body down on the fingers.
Draco chuckled at the contradiction between actions and words but relented and slid his fingers out causing Harry to whine at the loss. Using what was left of the lube on his hand Draco shakily slicked up his cock and pressed into Harry's slick passage.
Draco slowly entered him, pausing every so often to curse or groan. It wasn't quick enough for Harry and he forced his body down the hard length; enjoying the burn as his muscles were stretched apart.
Hands moved to Harry's hips and held on in a bruising grip making sure he couldn't move before the blond was ready. After a few deep breaths and some pleading to move, Draco did just that. It started out slow and shallow but soon it picked up to a brutal pace. Harry tried to move and meet the thrusts but his arms and legs were beginning to tire so he clung on to the strong warm body and enjoyed the ride.
Draco was shifting his hip in search of something and once Harry felt that incredible pleasure spread through his body that had him screaming and begging, he knew Draco had found exactly what he was looking for. Once found Draco pounded relentlessly on the little bundle of nerves till Harry's body seized up and his orgasm exploded over all their chests.
Harry bonelessly laid there, his back resting against the shower stall as Draco continued to erratically thrust into his body. Five more thrusts and Draco had his own orgasm, coating Harry's anal channel with his semen.
They both slid down on the floor for Draco's shaky legs could no long hold them up, water from the shower spraying against Draco's back. Reaching up, Draco groaned as he felt for the tap to turn off the water which had long since turned cold.
“I don't want to move,” Harry mumbled and he rested against the shower stall.
“We can't stay here Harry, we'll get sick,” Draco said and despite the words sat down next to Harry on the cold wet floor.
“I missed you, Draco,” Harry confessed.
“I did too...I got you something.” Draco shifted so he could look Harry in the face. “Even though I wasn't sure you'd take me back.”
“You did? What is it?” Harry asked surprised.
“It's in a bag in my robe pocket.” Draco made to get up but Harry pulled him back down.
“Accio Draco Malfoy's bag,” Harry said lazily and caught the small purple velvet bag and looked up at Draco to make sure it was ok if he opened it. Receiving a nod Harry pulled the cord; opened the bag and pulled out a small box. Taking a deep breath Harry lifted the lid off the box and inside sat a beautiful platinum ring. It had strange markings on the top as well as a few diamonds.
“A ring?” Harry asked. Draco took the ring out of the box and held it up so Harry could see the back. Engraved was the Malfoy coat of arms and below it were the words ‘Cor Meum’.
“My heart.” Draco translated.
“Draco...” Harry started but he really didn't have any words.
“Here let me,” he picked up Harry's left hand and slid it onto the finger next to the pinkie. “Perfect.”
“I have something for you too,” Harry admitted his cheeks turning bright red. Then he wordlessly summoned something from his locker. Gold flew through the air and Harry caught it for the second time that night. “Here.”
Draco took the gold ball from Harry's hand and stared at it. “The final snitch..” He said amazed
“Yeah. I kept thinking about you during the game and when I finally looked over to where you were in the stands, there it was.” Harry smiled shyly at him.
“I love you, Harry,” Draco whispered as he leaned over and pressed a kiss to Harry's lips.
“I love you too.” Harry declared when they broke apart.
“Ready for round two?” The cocky grin on Draco's face made Harry laugh which quickly turned into something more pleasurable.
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When Harry woke up it was because half of him was cold, the other half was nice warm and there was a kink in his neck from sleeping in a position he shouldn’t of. Birds could be heard through the thin wall and one of the taps must be leaking…
‘Leaking?’ Harry thought as his eyes fluttered open to see an unfamiliar ceiling about him. The warmth he felt came from the pale body that covered most of his own. Looking around at their surroundings Harry realized that he and Draco had fallen asleep on the floor of the changing room butt naked. Thankfully no one had found them.
“Hey, Draco!” Harry said in a rough voice as he tried to shove the blond off. It was too cold to continue laying there now that he was awake.
Draco’s arm curled around Harry’s body and he snuggled in closer. “...no, sl’epy...”
Harry gave him one hard push causing Draco to land on the cold unforgiving tile; making him screech on contact.
“What was that for!” Draco demanded angrily wide awake as Harry tried not to laugh. Then the blond got a good look around where they lay. “Why the bloody hell are we laying on the floor of the... Gryffindor change room!” He scowled and then stood up, giving Harry a helping hand before he went searching for his neatily pile of clothes.
“Well, I remember someone coming in and disturbing my shower because they missed my luscious body.” Harry joked as he grabbed his own clothes out of his locker, sliding on his boxers first.
“I think you're misremembering who missed whose body!”
“Hardly,” Harry snorted as he slid on his t-shirt something snagged on the sleeve. Something in his sleep-addled mind knew what it was but it wasn't until he saw the band on his finger that he remembered the ring.
“Not that I don't mind the view but you're not planning on walking around the school like that?” Draco said in what could have been a teasing tone if not for the possessiveness. Harry looked over to where the blond stood; he had been too busy staring at the ring that he hadn't even realized that Draco had already finished dressing and was just waiting on him.
“Sorry, I got distracted by this,” Harry said as he held his hand up; the ring facing Draco.
“Understandable, since I was the one to give it to you.” Draco looked quite smug as he looked at the gleaming ring on Harry's finger. “Now hurry up, I'm hungry and I need to change before I head to the Great Hall.”
“Alright. I'm hurrying!” Harry said as he rushed to pull his jeans on, almost falling over doing so. Then sat down to slip on a pair of socks and then his trainers.
All set the pair out of the changing room but not before sharing a chaste kiss. They walked up to the castle in silence, just enjoying the fresh morning air. Once inside the castle, they separated. Draco down to the dungeons to change out of his day-old clothes and Harry to the Great Hall.
Harry was still tired and was contemplating taking a nap after eating when he sat down in between Ron and Dean. Ginny sat down a little ways away, ignoring him out of embarrassment if the pink on her cheeks was anything to go by.
“Harry, mate!” Ron said in between bites of his breakfast. “ Where were ya last night? You missed the whole party...well the parts I was there for.” Both his Hermione's cheeks pinkened.
Harry coughed trying to fight the blush that was trying to make its way onto his face. “I fell asleep while getting dressed. I didn't realize that I was that tired.” His left hand came up and scratched his face. Hermione's hand shot across the table and grasped his wrist.
“Harry, what's this?” She asked leaning over the table.
“A ring.” Harry blandly replied, not seeing what the big deal was. Sure it was strange seeing muggle men with jewelry on but plenty of wizards did.
“It's on your fourth finger on your left hand.”
“So?” Harry frowned not really understanding why it was so important.
Hermione let go of his wrist with a huff and sat back down in her chair. “That's the ring finger, Harry! Where you wear a wedding band or engagement ring.”
“What?!” Ron cried out. “You're engaged, Harry? I know you've been seeing someone but you haven't even introduced us to the bird yet!” Ginny heard Ron and her face fell.
“No! I'm not.” Harry sputtered his eyes frantically searching around the hall until they fell on just the Slytherin he was looking for. “It can't be!”
“Harry it's too decorative to just be a simple ring.” She hissed trying to keep their conversation private but failing.
“You're wrong.” Harry angrily stood up and marched right over to the Slytherin tablet, secret be damned!
“Malfoy! What is the meaning of this.” Harry demanded as he towered over his lover.
“Of what, Harry?” Draco asked composed as ever. He finished stirring his coffee and began to load up his plate with food.
“This!” Harry shoved the ring under his nose. “This better not be what I think it is.”
“What may that be?”
“An engagement ring.” Harry ground out.
“Then you'll be happy to know that it's not-” Harry sighed out in relief. “-it's a bonding ring.”
“Draco! You can't be serious.” Pansy said shocked.
“Bonding...” Harry repeated numbly to himself.
“I am most certainly serious, Pansy,” Draco replied giving Harry a few minutes to process the new information.
“But he's a half-blood,” Pansy said the last word like it was disgusting. “What will your parents say?”
“Mother already knows of my intentions as I wrote to her last week and she assures me that Father will come around quite quickly.” 'If he knew what's good for him' was left unsaid.
“But why?” Harry spoke sounding utterly confused. Sure he was angry when Hermione first pointed it out but that was because he thought Draco was playing a joke on him. If he informed his mother......
“Isn't that what one does when they want to take someone off the market for good?” Draco gave a pointed look to Blaise that spoke of painful curses if he tried anything on Harry again.
“But you didn't ask me!” Harry squeaked.
“Didn't I? Then I must rectify that.” Draco stood up and moved in front of Harry. He got down on one knee and took Harry's hands into his own. “Harry James Potter, will you do me the honour of becoming my bond mate once we've graduated?”
Harry had no words and nodded his head. Draco shot up and grabbed the stunted teen into his arm and crashed their lips together in their first public kiss.
Not far away at the Gryffindor table, two-thirds of the golden trio unfroze and Ron yelled out over the cheering and catcalls.
“Malfoy, Harry? Really?”
The End