I wrote this for a request and its pretty much just porn for you little scoundrels. I'm sorry if the writing is kind of bad, but I'm kinda on a writers block. I refuse to be writers block's bitch, so here I am forcing my brain to cooperate and I hope you enjoy it.
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Malfoy had been acting like pest for the last couple of weeks. Everything that had been going wrong was Malfoy's fault. During class Harry and Ron's potion nearly melted the whole table because of something the blond twat had dropped into it. Snape reprimanded them and gave them detention. The boys now had to go in after dinner and scrub all the cauldrons.
As Harry walked towards the class that he was probably going to spend the rest of his night in he saw the familiar blond head. Suddenly he was falling face first. He somehow managed to catch himself avoiding what could have been a very painful face plant. Malfoy came sauntering out as if proud of himself.
"What happened Potter?" as he asked Harry could see the smirk on the boy's face.
"Malfoy just know that this isn't over," The barely contained anger on Harry's face was pretty clear.
The blond just smiled and walked away from Harry. Boy was he a twat.
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The next morning when Harry woke up he was exhausted. Snape had him and Ron scrubbing cauldrons until 3am. As the pair got dressed for the day they moved in slow zombie like movements. The bags under their eyes were very prominent.
The two tired boys and Hermione went to the great hall for breakfast to start their day. Ron stuffed his face, Hermione read her book, and Harry couldn't help but notice that Malfoy was staring at him from across the room.
Harry had to find some way to get back at Malfoy. So far Malfoy had performed some kind of spell on Harry's broom to make it go haywire during quidditch practice and ruined Harry's potion about four times last week causing more hours of detention than harry could count on his fingers. He had to do something to get the blond to stop.
The trio left the great hall to get a move on towards the library to study for the upcoming N.E.W.T. exams. The usual routine for their studying sessions took place. Harry pretending to read with Hermione explain the past years of studies over again for Ron.
Then it clicked in Harry's head how he was going to get back at Malfoy. He was no master in the art of seduction, but that's what he planned to do.
"Guys I've got it! I'll see you later," Harry blurted as he rushed out of the library.
He knew exactly where Malfoy would be right now. Slytherin quidditch practice was taking place out on the field today. He made it down to the bleachers and sat along with the all others that were just there to check out the guys. The players practiced dives and turns and rolls. Malfoy was pretty hot riding that broom.
Almost as if sensing Harry's gaze on him the two boys locked eyes. Just to throw the blond off his game Harry winked at him. The other boy snapped his head forward and turned just in time to avoid crashing into one of the goal posts. When all the players landed they huddled in the middle of the field; each of the boys were sweaty and trying to catch their breaths.
Harry noticed the way Draco's clothes stuck to his sweaty body. The way his fit muscles moved under thin fabric. He noticed the tightening feeling in his pants. Was he really getting a hard on for Malfoy?
He got up so that he could meet Draco outside of the locker room. He could see the line of boys at the door waiting to go in with Malfoy at the very end.
"Hey Malfoy you looked good out there," Harry called to him.
"Well of course I'm a Malfoy and we always look good."
