Draco pushed Harry against the wall and gripped his hips unforgivably. He was expecting some kind of teasingly slow speech, but to his surprise he only heard laughter.
"Looks like I got you good this time, Potter." Draco smirked and continued to press him up against the wall. He grabbed Harry's collar and pulled his face so their noses were almost touching.
"You're not going to say anything about this to anyone. You hear me?" Harry agreed and before he could say a word, Draco's lips crashed into his own. It was rough for a while, but they soon matched each other with the same force and passion.
After what seemed like ages in the empty locker room, Draco broke away, looking slightly satisfied.
"Not bad, Potter.... But I think you can do better." He pulled off his robe to reveal he was only wearing, what seemed like very restricting, underwear.
"Oh really?"
Draco looked at Harry, expecting him to be shy in the matter, but to Draco's surprise he moved quickly to tease him through the thin layer. Draco was forced to bite back a moan when Harry slipped a hand down and started to touch him. As Harry continued to please him, Draco started to take off Harry's robe in hopes of repaying the favor.
They moved from up against the wall to a bench for, as Draco called it, easier access. Both of them were almost naked and very aroused, practically begging for more from each other. The only relief was when Draco slipped off his boxers and Harry started to gently wrap his lips around his throbbing member.
"Fuck..." Draco closed his eyes and rolled his head back, moaning in pleasure. He had always felt some strange attraction to Harry, but he never imagined it would end up like this.
Their time was cut short by the sound of voices approaching. They scrambled to get their clothes back on, and quickly tried to come up with a reason to be out in the quidditch pitch alone together. They agreed on it being "for practicing before the game the next morning", and tried to act casual as the whole Ravenclaw team filed into the room. They stifled a laugh as they hurried out, dodging flying robes and broomsticks.
But all Harry could think of was how he had just gone with it, like he had done it before. And, why Draco?
(I might add more to this later....)
