Draco hates Potter.
He really hates him.
Doesn't he?
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Draco couldn't believe what he was seeing. His mouth was watering at the sight, and his brow had broken out in a sweat, making his long fringe stick to his forehead. His hands were clenched in fists at his sides, and he was panting in short breaths. His eye looking (peeping) out through a hole in the wooden panel of the shower in the locker rooms where he had come after his session of Quidditch practice. He absolutely loved looking at what was in front of him, and wondered how the hell he hadn't done this before, how he had never seen this before. Seeing this every day, would make his life complete, surely?
It was his first view of it, and he was mesmerized. Gasping softly, he kept staring at the thing of beauty that was in his line of vision. He was so close and if there hadn't been a panel separating them, he would be able to touch it.
IT.
The epitome of perfection.
An organ of sustenance. Graceful yet manly.
Huge.
Large and in charge.
Loud and proud.
Breathtaking.
Beautiful.
POTTER'S COCK.
Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
It had to be at least 10 inches long, and the girth was about the same size as his forearm. Holy fucking mother of Merlin, nobody has a cock that size. Maybe he conquered the world with his cock. Maybe he had defeated Voldemort with that monster.
He tried to silence his breathing, knowing that if he were to be seen, he would never hear the end of it. Potter would have a field day knowing that Draco Malfoy, Prince of Slytherin, and a pureblood to boot, loved cock. Well, he loved Potter's cock, that much he was sure of. He was getting hard, I mean it was impossible not to.
Harry had entered the showers a short while ago after running laps around the Quidditch pitch. He was in good shape, and had started a strict exercise regime after the war. Seeing that the Slytherins were using the time to practice he decided he would just do some running. He had seen them leave the field and head towards the showers. He had left soon after, wanting to come clean.
By the time he had arrived, the showers were all empty except for one. He slowly undressed, and stepped under the hot water. With just a wave of his hand, his shampoo landed on the shelf. He poured a healthy dollop into his hand and started washing his hair. The scent of aloe vera filled the air. Lathering up, he started humming his favorite song to himself. Enjoying the hot water, and the solitude. It had been a while since he had been alone, and he loved it.
With his back to his audience (Draco) he washed and rinsed the rest of his body. Paying careful attention to his arse and cock. Oblivious to the stares that were happening, and how his body was being devoured, he kept on humming and washing, and washing and rinsing. When he was done, he closed the tap and stepped out of the shower. Taking his towel, he started to dry his hair. He thought he heard a sudden intake of breath, and stopped what he was doing.
Tilting his head, he listened carefully. Not hearing the sound again, he carried on drying himself off. He put on a pair of underpants, the boxer kind. It hugged his muscular arse perfectly. His jocks were the perfect size, but his cock was too big. The head of it would always peek out. Shrugging, because what else was there to do about it. Stupid prick, he thought.
