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Title: Grudge Match Authors:  poeticdesirehi_liter_boyRaiting: NC-17 for later Parts Pairing: Harry/Draco Notes: Inspired by the Harry/Draco music video to the song "Through With You" found in LJ community ParryHotter. The day he'd been looking forward to finally arrived. Standing out in the middle of the field. He walked toward Hooch, glancing up towards the Slytherin stands. Left over bewitched badges gleamed there. 'POTTER STINKS? glowing green over almost the whole section. He looked back down to Harry, as the Captains were supposed to meet at half field before the game. He too made his way towards Hooch and paused on her other side. Never before since Oliver was Captain had a match approached in such suspense and animosity. Gryffindor pennants waved in almost every other stand. He turned his gaze to glare at Malfoy. Hooch ordering the captains to shake hands. He returned the glare. He wasn't going to be the first to put out his hand. "I hope your friends are as thick headed as you, Potter." He muttered. Harry glared back and mumbled out of the corner of his mouth, "Got your extra arm ready? You'll need it if you expect to catch the snitch." His hand rising just a bit. Someone had to offer first. He grasped Harry?s hand firmly, his gaze shifting back towards Ron's face. Draco ignored what Harry had said. "A thick head would protect them from.. any flying objects that come their way. I'm sure we'll be in stitches." He let go of Potters hand. He wiped his pale hand across his robes like he had touched something disgusting. He squeezed Draco's hand almost painfully, smirking. "Fred and George are more than a match for your team's beaters." He too wiped his hand and mounted his broom, kicking off into the air when Madam Hooch blew the whistle and the balls were released. Draco was floating high already, staring down over the field. Waiting for that flash of gold. For once, his first five minutes weren't spent staring at Harry. Harry flew quickly around the field, also staring. Quickly dodging a bludger hit at him, watching Fred (Or George) zoom up and pelt it right back. He glanced quickly at his Chasers, Ron along with Alicie and Katie. The three were passing the ball quickly and changing formations so fast it was hard to tell what was happening. It paid off.....score! He cringed slightly. Draco's hands tightening around his broom. The Slytherin's had wasted no time getting into their normal plan of playing. More then once, He saw Montague and Pucey getting elbows in on Ron and Katie. He just waited. He watched Ron return those elbows. And Ron had longer reach. He smirked as Ron scored another goal and watched as Fred and George kept the bludgers away. Harry got a look of concentration on his face and suddenly dove towards the ground. Draco scowled, not seeing the snitch where Harry was looking, but he followed. He kept his eyes open, somewhere in the back of his mind thinking about the Quidditch World Cup and the look on Harry's face when Krum had gotten the Irish Seeker to plummet into the ground. A foot from the ground he pulled out of his dive and shot straight back up into the air. Draco cursed loudly, struggling with his broom to pull up. Draco had managed to not crash into the ground, and was instead rocketing across the field so low that his robed dragged along the grass. When a Bludger turned his way, with his back to it. Bole, one of the Slytherin's Beaters caught it with his club, sending back towards the Gryffindors. But not the Gryffindors on the field. The Ball curved, and was heading right for the stands. Particularly, Where Hermonie Granger was sitting. He cursed a bit under his breath. If anyone were to fall for the Wronski Feint, he figured Draco would. He glanced at the bludger and tensed. But suddenly a red streak that was one of the twins intercepted and walloped the Bludger right back at Malfoy. The game was starting to get dirty. Katie had scored a goal, and Ron was given a penalty shot, which he scored, right after. He pulled up finally, and the Bludger passed under him, and struck the ground. He turned his head to Glare at Harry, but something caught his eye. A streak. Gold. Draco was off again, coming so close to Ron that his broom actually grazed that Red hair. Ron yelped which caused Harry to turn his head. And he saw it. And he saw Draco. "BLOODY HELL!" And he shot off right after, his superior Firebolt easily bringing him up alongside Draco. "This is mine, Potter." He growled. He turned and dove once more for the ground. When he did, his leg kicked out. If it had been anyone else, it may have looked innocent. But For Harry, knowing Draco. That foot collided with Harry's side, and actually pushed off him for the extra speed he could be afforded. And the trouble it would cause for Harry. Harry yelped and was knocked off course, struggling to keep hold of his broom. The stands erupted, Lee Jordan shouting angrily into that magically enhanced voice projector and dancing out of McGonagall's reach, even though she too was on her feet and yelling. Harry jerked his broom around and shot off after Draco, twisting his broom so his front knocked into the back end of Draco's broom. Draco Growled, struggling to stay on course after the bump. He only vaguely heard the cheering of the Slytherin stands. Someone had scored. He could now clearly see the snitch, and he was closing on it. He was back alongside Draco. He leaned forward on his broom and stretched out one hand, fingertips JUST brushing the snitch, but he couldn't grasp it, too far back. He tried to get more speed out of his broom. "NO!" He Howled. Draco did something desperate. Pulling one foot under him on the Broom, he sprang at the snitch. His hands closed around the golden wings, just as his body collided with Harry's. After the dive, they weren't *too* far from the ground. Draco clutched his arms to his body as he fell, his gray eyes shut tightly. His back hit the grass with a sick thud that seemed to echo throughout the stadium. Depends on what one calls TOO far. They HAD risen again after. They weren't as high as HARRY had been that time he'd fallen; he'd been 50 feet up. But 25 feet was high enough. He saw that body spring off the broom to his side and his stomach dropped. Draco's body collided with his and knocked him off course, the boy's hands clasping the snitch. It happened so slowly. He saw Draco hang in mid-air and then everything happened fast. Draco fell. He shot after that falling body and reached his hand out, trying to catch the boy. But, just like the snitch, he couldn't catch Draco. He veered off as Draco landed with that sickening thud, hopping off his broom near the ground and rushing to Draco's side. "Malfoy!" The crowd was silent. Draco wasn't moving at all, and if his pale body was still drawing breath, no one could tell. His pale hands were pulled tightly against his chest, one wing visible through his fingers. Harry felt sick. The crowd was in shock, so were the teams. Some people in shock, too, that Harry had tried to catch Draco, and was now kneeling at the Slytherin's side. His hands were feeling for a pulse. Afraid of moving the boy. Not noticing that Dumbledore had come to his side. "gerroff me... Potter." That drawling voice sounded shaky, hurt. That pale face wincing slightly with the effort of moving his arm, and holding the snitch out on his chest. ?You're bloody lucky, Malfoy." He got up, scowling. Turning on his heel and grabbing his broom, walking away off the pitch as Dumbledore told Malfoy not to move, and that they'd get him to the hospital wing. The Slytherin Stands were Exploding in cheers. Draco for once agreed with Dumbledore, and didn't move. Harry went into the Gryffindor locker room before anyone else arrived and started to strip down. Wondering how long it'd be before the rest of the team showed up. Wondering what types of comments he'd hear. Draco had caught the snitch. Nearly killed himself doing it. And Harry had tried to save him. He was taken to the Hospital wing, very reluctantly letting go of the snitch and then being stripped from his Quidditch uniforms. He had done it. He had beaten Potter at the thing He Knew Harry was best at. The fact that he might have broken a few bones only made it all the sweeter. He let himself dwell on the moment. He had jumped, and caught that Golden Snitch. Potter ran into him... and he fell. Harry had fallen also. Because he was right above Draco while he fell. Malfoy opened his eyes. Harry had tried to stop him from falling. That hand had reached out for him... he thought he was trying to get the snitch away as they fell. But Harry wasn't hurt. The shock numbed his pain slightly. Why would Potter try to Help him? Why, indeed? Harry sighed and moved to the showers, standing under a hot spray and turning his head up. Just letting the water soak him. Not seeming to care that the water was hot as it could be. He didn't even look over at the noise, which indicated the rest of the team was walking into the adjoining locker area. Draco watched as Madam Pomfrey mended his bones. Ignoring her chatter about the 'dangerous game? and 'risky flying'. He thought about that look on Potter face, just before he closed his eyes. And hearing his name out on the field when Harry ran out to him Ron came into the Showers before any of the rest of the team. He glanced at Harry, turning the other on for himself. He was covered in sweat, and bruises were starting to come in where Slytherin elbows had been. "It was a good try.. your Wronski Feint." He looked slowly at his friend. "Better than Krum's? He murmured. "Krum's worked." Was all he said. Face turned up to that scalding spray. Skin starting to redden where the water hit. His glasses had been left in the locker area. He cringed, feeling the heat coming off the water. "You can't blame yourself, Harry. He almost killed himself. You can't... win them all, I suppose." He let out a long sigh. "Why'd you try to grab him though?" The heat was coming from his. Harry had turned the knob all the way up. Harry didn't answer. He didn't exactly KNOW himself. He just shrugged those bare shoulders. "Gut reaction? Happened to fast for even Dumbledore to do anything. When I fell, he was at least able to slow my fall." "You were falling form twice as high, at least." He leaned his head back in his own stream of water, which he had at much cooler then Harry's. He couldn't keep the disappointment off his face. His first game against Slytherin, he had wanted to win. "He'll be bragging about this until he's an old man." "He got lucky, both time. You didn't see it, but he used his foot and kicked my side, using my body to kick off and get extra speed. Knocked me off the course. When I caught up, I almost grabbed the snitch. Then he jumped." "I saw him kick you. We ALL saw him kick you, Harry." "Then you should have been paying more attention to the game." He practically snapped at Ron. He sighed and looked towards the tile. "Sorry, didn't mean to snap." "Well considering he almost took off my Head about ten seconds before it..." He watched Harry sigh. "It's okay. None of us blame you Harry." "I almost HAD the bloody thing...I would have gotten it if he hadn't tried that crazy tactic! How could he BE so stupid?! He could have bloody killed himself!" "It's too bad he didn't." Harry didn't say anything to that. Just turned his face back up to the spray. Ron finished his shower, murmuring "I'll see you later." Harry just nodded. He stayed there he didn't know how long. Long enough for the water to run freezing cold. And still he didn't move. 'Still in the showers. We think he's trying to drown himself.' A quote said about Wood. Now said about Harry. Draco was released from the Hospital wing only a little while after he was healed. Pomfrey insisted on him staying, but he paid her little mind. He was so sore, he couldn't stay there. Limping down the halls, eventually making it to the Great Hall in time for dinner. The Main Hall doors opened then, before Draco made it into the Great Hall. Harry slipped in, his hair still damp. Shivering from the cold. Dressed in his school robes. He paused in the doorway when he saw Draco. He saw Harry and he stopped walking. He looked over the other boy, that wet hair, the shivering. His blonde hair still had dried mud in the back, and his robes were filthy after the spill he took onto the field. He stood there. Those eyes locked on Draco. Not saying anything. Not moving. Nothing. He had thought a lot about that look Harry had given him, and the concern he saw before he had opened his mouth after the fall. "Potter..." His drawling voice lacked the same malice it usually held for the word. "Malfoy." He spoke softly. Those arms crossing over his chest. Shivering again. The door was still open behind him. It was snowing. And the wind was blowing in at his back. And he was still wet. As if he hadn't much bothered to dry off. And the water had gotten ice cold before he left the showers. He glanced over as the Great Hall doors opened, and a small group of young Slytherins came out. They saw Draco and rushed to him, loudly exclaiming their praise for him. He looked through the faces, and back to Harry. "Leave me alone." He limped away from the kids, and went passed the noisy Great Hall. He shivered slightly against the cold as he approached the Entrance Hall, passing by Harry Potter. He didn't look as the young Slyths looked affronted. Then they noticed who Draco was looking at and hurried away quickly, not wanting to be there if a fight broke out. Luckily, they had closed the Great Hall doors behind them. Harry still didn't move. Malfoy paused at the bottom of the marble staircase that was in the entrance hall, looking at Harry. "You... tried to catch me..." "So I did." Harry looked so cold, standing in that large doorway with the icy wind blowing at his back. He didn't move to close the doors though. His eyes still locked on Draco. He glanced back at the Great Hall, the noise. "Get in there and warm up, Potter." He slowly hobbled up the stairs. "And just where are you going, Malfoy?" Since the Slytherin common was nowhere up those stairs, but down the stairs to the side leading to the dungeons. "I'm Sore as hell and I want to take a bath!" He called down, as he limped upstairs. "Next time maybe you shouldn't pull such a stupid stunt that could get you killed, then." "It worked, didn?t it?" "Barely. If your body hadn't hit mine I would have had the snitch and it would have been for nothing." "But it did hit yours, Potter. And I did get it. And I won." "I'd challenge a rematch, but it's going to be Gryffindor-Slytherin in the final match, anyway..." "A rematch just because you didn't win, Potter?" "To prove that your win was a fluke. Because that's all it was, Malfoy." He leaned on the railing of the staircase. "Go get warm and dry, Potter. I don't want you to have the excuse of being sick when we beat you again. Harry smirked a bit. "How about this, then, Malfoy, if you're so afraid...an unofficial rematch. Won't change anything in the current standings of the tournament. Or are you afraid?" "Your so worried about finding out I'm a better player then you, you try to push this, Potter? That unsure of yourself?" He scowled. "Fine." He turned his back, walking up the stairs and out of sight. "We'll see who's beater then, Malfoy. If...that is...you can do it without cheating." He turned and shut the doors, heading into the Great Hall. Draco stalked to the prefect bathroom, and stripped down. He filled up the huge tub, and slinked into the hot water. Harry tried to ignore the complete and utter silence when he appeared. Everyone's eyes on him. He walked to the Gryffindor table and leaned in by Ron, looking at his friend and the other team members. "Tomorrow, we practice. We unofficially rematch Slytherin in a week." He hadn't meant it to, but his voice carried throughout the hall. Students started buzzing loudly in whispers, and the Slytherins yelled out in shock. Ron spit pumpkin juice all over Harry. A Draco that had dropped nearly thirty feet would agree to that? "A week? Malfoy agreed to a Rematch?" "He did." Harry closed his eyes. Pumpkin juice dripping all through his hair and face. "Bloody...! I just showered!" Ron frowned, wiping at Harry's face. "I know, I'm sorry Harry. Caught me by surprise..." Harry opened his eyes and wiped his dripping bangs from his face. "Anyway...it doesn't overrule the match. It's an unofficial one." Harry looked over as Lee Jordan exclaimed "Hogwarts' first-ever Grudge Match! Gryffindor vs. Slytherin! Historic!" Which drew a few laughs from other Gryffindors and some other students. And a terse smile from Harry. "Yeah...guess it is a grudge match. Anyway.." he wrinkled his nose. "Damn, I need to shower again, and Malfoy's in the Prefect Bath.." Ron mumbled another apology, blushing brightly. "Eat.. By then Malfoy will be out. He'd probably want to get some sleep anyway. Where did you see him?" "Main hall. I'll eat later..." He sighed and wrinkled his nose. "This stuff is thick and sticky..it's botherin me already." He patted Ron's back. "Great job by the way, Ron. Glad you're on the team now." Ron frowned. He wanted Harry to stay. Why'd he have to be so clumsy? He patted Ron on the shoulder. He saw the look on the twins' faces. "Aah, great...they're going to tease me about a pumpkin juice shower now...better that than about today's game." He went off, the twins instantly turning to Ron and congratulating him, saying the look on Harry's face when he got sprayed was priceless. Ron frowned, blushing brightly. Draco relaxed in the warm water, after washing off his body thoroughly. He tilted his head back, and his eyes closed, going over the leap in his mind again and again... He dozed off. Harry gave the password and slipped into the Bathroom. Hoping maybe Draco'd be gone by now. He walked into the adjoining room with the huge tub and spotted Draco. Today just wasn't his day. He walked through the tub room, towards the private shower stalls aligned on the other side of the room. Draco didn't move at all. He actually snored softly. His lithe frame was hidden under a thick coating of bubbles. Only his pale head above water. Harry paused and looked over. Draco was ASLEEP. He fought back a laugh. That was just funny. He looked at Draco's head, that slim neck. Draco was.... pretty. Very much so. He shook his head quickly and went to one of the shower stalls, opening the door, wincing when it creaked loudly and the creak echoed. A mumbled "Shut up Crabbe." Escaped his lips. But he didn't wake or move. Harry slipped into the stall and shut the door, stripping down and turning on the water. The sound of running water woke him again. He turned his head slowly, blinking those gray eyes. He saw the feet under the stall. Who the hell snuck in when he was asleep? Draco rubbed a hand through his hair, and pulled his body out of the water. He grabbed a large fluffy towel and slowly wrapped it around his thin waist. Luckily, he had his school uniform hanging, so the only cloth Draco could see was black. Harry stood under the stall, only his cute feet seen, and let the water pour over him. Letting it wash away that sticky pumpkin juice. He folded his arms, and slowly looked through the robes. He was quiet about it, standing just outside the stall. When Draco turned the robe a bit, the other boy could see the Gryffindor crest. And wet spots that smelled like pumpkin juice all over the front of those robes. He muttered. "Potter." "Oh, are you awake, Malfoy?" He glanced down and saw those slim, pale feet on the other side of the stall. "Guess you are." He leaned slowly against the stall door. He wanted to be nasty. He wanted to be cruel. But either he was too sore, or that look on Harry's face was too clear in his mind. "Why did you try and help me? I had just tried to knock you into the stands." "That wouldn't have killed me. You bloody well could have died, Malfoy. I had to at least TRY, I couldn't sit there and watch." "I could have." "I'm not you." "Obviously. You wouldn't have killed yourself to win." "You're right. And you got damn lucky, Malfoy." Draco wondered if Harry meant that he was lucky to catch the snitch, or lucky to have lived. He leaned his head slowly against the stall door. "You.. seemed worried about me. After I fell." Harry didn't answer to that. He had thought a lot about it in the shower, when he was trying to 'drown himself.' A lot about why he'd tried to catch Draco. Why he'd tried to make sure the boy was ok. He just stood there. Waiting. He had thought about it while he was laying in the hospital wing. "And if I was?" "Well..I.." He sighed softly. He didn't know what he thought of that. He stepped out of the shower and shut the water off. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, putting on his glasses and opening the door. Face to face with Malfoy now. Not exactly face to face. Draco's silver eyes fixed on Harry's chest, looking over that torso. He was suddenly glad he had a towel instead of pants that would have showed him hardening. Draco's pale arms were folded over his slim, toned torso. Incredibly fit without an ounce of Bulk to him. Harry was the same way, small...built. Slim. A little shorter than Draco. His eyes darted quickly over Draco's body and he fought back a blush. "Yeah, I was a bit worried, alright? It's not like I actually want you to DIE." "Er..m..." He nodded his head softly. "But.. Never mind." He turned slightly. "Malfoy." "What?" He paused and looked to the ground. Before looking to the pale boy again. "I'm glad you're ok." He tried to hide a smile, without complete control. "Th... Thanks, Potter." His gray eyes met those green. His folded arms fell away from his stomach, shyly standing up straight. "Thank you.. for caring.. at least for a minute." Those lips pursed before he turned away. "Longer than that minute." "As soon as I opened my mouth, you seemed to be happily mad at me." "Weren't exactly pleasant, were you? Checking for a bloody pulse and you act as if I was sitting on you." "I was sore." "I'm surprised you didn't break your bloody back." "I think I did, actually." He grinned softly. "Well, you're lucky Madam Pomfrey can mend bones. Hate to think if Lockheart were still teaching here." He smirked a bit, wincing slightly, remembering how Lockheart had 'healed' his broken arm. Draco snickered. He pulled on his robe and closed it, covering himself and looking back to Draco as he pulled the towel out from under his robe. "So. Rematch next week. Nervous?" He grinned. "You wish, Potter." He grinned widely. He watched the towel come out from under the robes. He frowned slightly when that chest was covered up. He pulled on his red silk boxers with snitch patterns over it. He opened his robe when he was aptly covered over his privates and slipped the robe back onto its hook as he pulled on his pants. "We'll see who comes out on top then, Malfoy." "I would be on top." He said it before he could stop himself, looking at those boxers, and the rest of that body. He smirked. "We'll see next week, won't we?" Harry glanced to Malfoy as he zipped up and buttoned his pants. "Think you can win without cheating, Malfoy? Or is cheating what makes up the entirety of your Quidditch 'skill?'" "I caught it fair and square. It's not cheating to do anything it takes to win. That IS Slytherin." He moved closer to Harry, his face moving until his nose nearly touched Harry's. "I don't need to wait a week to know, I'd be on top." "You're so sure, how about we raise the stakes?" His pale eyebrows raised slightly. "A personal Bet?" Those bare shoulders shrugged lightly and he grinned a bit. "Why not?" "What've you got in mind?" Harry paused, thinking. Those arms crossing over his chest. "Let's see.." "You be mine. For the next week. "He blurted out again. What was getting into him? Loosing control over himself in front of Potter. Like he fancied the boy or something... It was that damn Torso. Those glasses.. that messy hair.. Harry blinked rapidly. "WHAT?" The fifth year Slytherin stood up a little straighter, blushing brightly. He hated himself at that moment. Harry's chest was driving him wild. "Malfoy, you've gone bloody mad. I have no intention of having any form of my firsts being with you." He leaned back against the wall, those pretty pale cheeks blushing brightly. "That... it's... Not what I meant." "Then what DID you mean, Malfoy?" Harry had pretty much admitted he was a virgin. Perhaps never even been kissed. "I... I don't fucking know, Potter. Put on a shirt will you?" Harry blinked and blushed, but grinned a bit. He flexed his stomach and chest a bit before pulling his shirt on, though leaving it unbuttoned. "You do realize you're still in your towel, Malfoy?" "Of course I do." His stomach tensed slightly. That perfectly smooth pale skin hugging the muscles. "So what kind of bet did you have in mind?" Harry pondered. "Loser wears the other house's colors for a week?" He wrinkled his nose. "At least it would match your eyes. I would look horrible as a Gryffindor." "Well, if you have a better idea..." "No, that?s fine. But it's Slytherin colors through and Through. Deal?" He smirked. "Yes, I know. The other house's crest, sweater vest, and tie. Worn at all times for the next week." Harry smirked. "Loser even sits at the other house's house table, to make it interesting. Deal?" "If you can deal with not eating with the Mudblood and the Weasel for a week." Those pale lips curled into a smirk. Harry snickered. "If YOU can deal WITH eating with Mione and Ron for a week. And the loser has to be CIVIL, Malfoy, which I know is hard enough for you anyway." He held out his hand. He shook Harry's hand, gripping it much like he did out on the field. Almost painfully. Harry returned the painful grip. Staring into those eyes. The hold not released as quickly as it had been on the field. He stared back into those Emeraldine eyes. His moon-silver eyes digging at Harry's mind. Wouldn't want any form of his firsts with Draco? Who the hell did Scarhead think he was? And why was Draco letting Potter hurt his pride like that? He thought about Harry's chest again... Ok, so Harry had lied about that. But he wasn't going to tell DRACO that. Their hands still gripped tightly. He pulled that hand, causing Draco to be right up against his front. "Then it's on. Hope you're ready." He kissed those lips lightly. Quickly. And with that he released Draco's hand, grabbed his robe, and left the bathroom. He gasped softly. He stood in the bathroom even long after Potter left the bathroom. That skin against his own front. The quick brush of lips. Shaking his head slowly, Draco gathered up his robes, changing into them. He let the water drain from the tub and Limped his way back down to the Slytherin Common. Post a comment in response: |
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