𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐇/𝐃/𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐄 2008

Games

Title: Games
Author/Artist: gurliemoviegeek
Pairing/Threesome: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: AU, EWE, Established Relationship, Graphic M/M Sex, Romance, Fluff
Word count: 5,300
Summary: Harry is committed to Draco, and his Quidditch team. Can the world famous Seeker handle both?

Gritting his teeth and pacing around his living room, Harry attempted to control his temper. He pinched the bridge of his nose and hoped his voice wouldn't shake with his anger as he said, "I've told you this a hundred times, Draco. Oliver says..."

"Damn Oliver Wood! Damn Puddlemere United and damn you!"

Harry bit his tongue and counted to ten as he wrestled with the urge to hex his boyfriend's bollocks into oblivion. Taking a deep breath, Harry said, "I'm sorry that I have to travel, Draco. Being left alone here so often must be hard on you. Being involved with a Quidditch player isn't easy. But, why must we go through this every single time I have to go away for a match?"

Dragging his fingers through his hair, Harry walked across the room towards his boyfriend, who had been standing near the fireplace. "You know I love you, and that I'd never leave your side for even a moment if it were up to me."

Crossing his arms over his chest and turning away from Harry, Draco whined, "But it is up to you!"

"Draco..."

This was a debate the lovers had been having for as long as they'd been together. Harry had signed on as a Seeker for Puddlemere United as soon as his "Eighth Year" had been completed. Many witches and wizards had been disappointed that Harry did not see through his plan to become an Auror, but after the horrors of the war, the death and the blood, the last thing Harry wanted to do was chase dark wizards for the rest of his life.

Flying was as natural as walking to Harry, and being in the air set him free like nothing else could. So when Oliver Wood had come to Harry as the newly appointed manager of Puddlemere United asking him to sign on as the team's Seeker, Harry jumped at the opportunity. Harry's boyfriend, however, had not been so enthusiastic.

"I hate this!" Draco screeched, whipping around to glare at Harry. "I hate that you are constantly running here and there with your team! Having meals with your team. Celebrating victories with your team. Not to mention showering with all those muscled up troglodytes that look at you like you're some juicy steak just waiting to be eaten!"

Harry couldn't stop one corner from his mouth from lifting in a faint smile. Draco really was irresistible when he was jealous.

"Don't you dare smirk at me, Harry James Potter!" Draco leaned toward his boyfriend with his hands curled into fists at his side. "You know damn well that several of the wizards on your team follow you around with their tongues hanging out, drooling like lovesick puppies!"

Harry had to bite his bottom lip to prevent himself from being seized by a fit of laughter. "Juicy steak? Lovesick puppies? Really?"

Draco sniffed and picked an imaginary piece of lint off his shoulder. "Well, maybe lovesick puppies is going a bit far," the blond said as he wound his arms around his boyfriend's neck and pulled Harry close, "but I have every right to be jealous."

"You might have the right, but you should know by now that you certainly don't have any reason to be jealous," Harry said before kissing Draco softly. His voice became low and warm as he rested his forehead against his lover's and whispered, "You are the most handsome wizard to ever live."

Draco's cheeks flushed a sweet shade of pink. "You really think so?"

"Don't be so coy," Harry said with a smile. "You know you can make me hard just by looking at me."