{ Draco merely shrugged at Potter’s lack of response, it really wasn’t like there were those who would cut off a limb to sleep with him, so he wasn’t hurt too badly. }
{Honestly, Harry proved to be a bigger challenge than Draco had expected, this really only made him more keen to posses him.}
“I really don’t know why his lot bother’s practicing, they’re rubbish, really."
{ He was grinning maliciously as he walked out onto the field with his own Slytherin team guffawing behind him. }
[ If Harry wasn’t already annoyed, he probably would’ve retorted. But years of dealing with Malfoy taunting him had taught him one thing–don’t give in if you can help it. And for that reason only, he continued on his way out onto the pitch, not paying the other a bit of attention. ]
[ Sharing the pitch with the Slytherins was less than ideal, and he cursed whoever signed off on them practicing at the same time–not only did Harry have to keep his team to one half, but he also had to deal with the usual jeers and taunts that plauged them during games. ]
[ When it was over, the Gryffindor team successfully muddy, they trooped back into the locker room, Harry breathed a sigh of relief that the Slytherins weren’t done yet. ]
[ He took his time getting through with his shower, lingering a bit more than he should’ve, and when he felt the water start to turn cold, Harry grabbed for his towel, ruffling it through his hair first and then wrapping it around his waist as he moved back to grab for his clothing. ]
{ Draco really couldn’t find it in himself to even be shocked, however he mentally applauded him for speaking without stuttering one bit. The smirk never faltered on his face, he had studied his own naked form enough to know he was lacking no where. }
{ Pulling up his slacks, he took a step or two closer to Harry, laughter crinkling his eyes and causing his voice to sound ground gravel. }
” Glad to know you looked.”
❝ Bugger off, you insufferable prat. ❞
[ Harry could feel his cheeks burning with an unwanted blush, and he turns his back to Malfoy as he shrugs on his Quidditch robes. He doesn’t need this, not today. ]
[ He bites down on his lower lip, running a hand through his already mussed hair as he tries to shove the image of Malfoy naked out of his mind. Though, he’s glad to see that his fantasies had been more or less accurate. ]
{ Draco felt mild excitement throughout the rest of his day, and as he approached the Quidditch field with uniform and broom in tow, his stomach flipped. Upon stepping into the changing rooms, he spotted Potter in a corner, changing rather quickly.
Perfect time to be malicious.
And that was just what he did, Draco undressed slowly, shouting at some of the Slytherin players and playing a bit raucously with a few of them. Most Slytherins were not shy about being naked around another person, and Draco was one of them. }
“Oi, Potter! Your team get any better? They might need the field more than we do tonight!”
[ Briefly, Harry wonders what he did wrong to deserve this rightful torture. Not only is Malfoy taunting him–which he brushes off like he would a particularly annoying fly–but he’s also doing it while naked. After admitting that he was attracted to him. ]
[ He clears his throat to speak, finding that his voice is a lot more confident than he feels at the moment. ]
❝ Glad to know I wasn’t wrong about you over-compensating, Malfoy. ❞
{ Draco stepped closer, hand hiking his bag higher on his shoulder. Draco really should feel bad for putting Potter on the spot, but he didn’t. }
“ Well Potter, I’ve got Potions, but I’ll see you at Quidditch practice."
{ He took care to lean in against Harry’s ear, his voice barely a whisper and evil smirk on his face as we turned to saunter away. }
[ Harry’s body stiffened when Malfoy spoke too close to his ear for it to be considered legal. But, for some reason, he still wasn’t able to make a sound, other than a rather trapped one at being stuck in this predicament. ]
[ He pressed his lips together when Malfoy walked off, almost eager for Quidditch–though he knew he most certainly shouldn’t be. And it’s with a mumbled curse that he sets off for Charms. ]
{ When the realization hit Harry it was priceless. A pink tongue swiped over his lips, this was too much fun. }
“ You’ve got lips like one. Can’t say much about anything else though.”
[ Harry felt a hand come up to rub at the back of his neck, it was almost involuntary, but it’s something he’s always done when he’s nervous. Or, in this situation, highly confused. ]
❝ I—-er… ❞
[ He’s cursing himself for how unsteady his voice is, but he’s not able to say much else. Apparently, the admission had struck him mute as well as confused. ]
{ The signature Malfoy smirk graces Draco’s face and he simply shrugs, no point in getting hot under the collar for someone who can’t admit his interest. }
“ —Ever occur to you that maybe I like feminine boys?”
❝ Feminin–oh. ❞
[ Oh. Harry has to pause at that, eyes narrowing at the blonde if only for a moment. Well, he couldn’t really say it’s a surprise, more of a realization than anything. But it still doesn’t stop him from being taken back by it. So of course, the first thing out of his mouth is word vomit. ]
❝ And you’re implying that I’m one of those feminine boys. ❞
[ if you guys want to read a really good drarry fic, check out this one (All Our Secrets Laid Bare by firethesound). i started it last night at 9 pm and i didn’t finish it until 4 am, reading it straight through. this ship is taking me down with it it’s like wincest all over again and i don’t even cARE. ]
[ had a strange drarry dream last night that i could’ve sworn was in the books but obviously them getting together was never canon. probably because i reread the chapter where harry saves the idiot from the room of requirement. shipping makes my heart hurt. ]
