𝔖𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔡 ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 (18+ ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔢)

Let's Make This Interesting

     Harry made his entrance onto the Pitch with the rest of the Gryffindor team. His red quidditch robes set off his bright green eyes, and his wild hair whipped around his head with the shifting breeze. Seeing his fingers wrapped around the broom and how he positioned his body made me ache with need.

     I shook my head and chided myself. "Focus, Dragon."

     He made his way over and slowly circled me like a vulture—a sexy one.

     "Hi," I greeted him.

     He flew close and leaned even closer. "If you even think about going easy on me, I'll be forced to severely punish you with several tongue lashings."

     Giving him my best innocent look while adjusting my quidditch gloves, I said, "That's not incentive to do my best, Potter."

     "Oh?" He circled to the other side of me, a mischievous smile graced his handsome face. "Maybe, I'll start counting from fifteen." He licked his lips, then wiggled his fingers.

     I jumped as my penis tingled with the cool-vibrational feeling I love more than air. I slipped on my broom. Clutching the wood, I said in a wobbly voice, "That might be...too long."

     He chuckled. "Twenty it is."

     Swallowing hard, I said, "Fine, but if I win, I get to dominate your ass."

     His gaze roamed over me. "Now, I'm not motivated to win the match."

     "It involves a third party to help move things along."

     He paled. "What? You can't be serious."

     "Scared, Potter?"

     He glared at me, then straightened his shoulders. "You wish." I smiled as he started flying away.

    "Hey!" I glared at him as he spun around. "You can't use the hand trick during the game." I pointed at his appendages. "It's cheating."

     "Sure, Dragon, I won't use it." He twitched his fingers, and I moaned at the warm sensation cupping and squeezing me this time. "During the game, anyway."

     Groaning, I said, "You need to teach me how you do that one of these days." The feeling moved along me again. "Very soon, Potter. Very soon!"

     He laughed as he flew to his position on the field.

     The colorfully dressed crowd hollered in excitement as we all moved into position on the field. Coach Tanner blew the whistle, and the Snitch buzzed off. Chasing after it was futile since it was gone in a microsecond, so I drifted upward.

     Once finding an excellent location to keep my eye on everything, I spotted Harry in the distance. He reminded me of an owl with his head swiveling this way and that as he scanned for the golden Snitch. His red robes billowed around him in messy disarray that didn't match his perfect hair.

     Smiling, I made a mental note to give him more hair serum.

     The crowd roared in excitement—along with some booing—as Gryffindor scored ten points. Those gathered bellowed once more as a second score was made by the same team.

     Harry stuck his tongue out at me when I glanced his way. Twenty. I shivered at the idea of his mouth on me, and the temptation to lose called to me again. But once we graduated from Hogwarts, it would be challenging to play the particular game I have in mind. And if I did this right, he would want to do it again and again.

     The sun glinted off of a gold bug—the Snitch. Leaning forward, I bolted after it. Red flashed as soon as I moved and knew Harry was on my tail.

     When drawing within reach, the golden egg turned ninety degrees, shooting straight up. I jerked on the handle to compensate, the air whipped through my hair and howled in my ears. Pulling within a few feet, the snitch dove and skimmed a few feet above the playing field.

     I zipped behind the golden orb, stretching along my broom handle as I reached for it.

     Out of the corner of my eye, the tip of Harry's broom and outstretched hand inched closer to the Snitch. Our bodies drew dangerously close.

     The warm metal buzzed under my fingertips as Harry bumped into my side—clashing our brooms in a battle to stay seated. I eased away from the sexy Gryffindor and smoothed out before commanding more speed from my broom.

     Harry was inches behind me.

     As my desire to win overpowered my thinking, I leaned forward. Catching the handle on the grassy field, I flew through the air without my ride and crashed to the ground—knocking the wind from my lungs.

     "Oof," I grunted when Harry slammed against my side. My body ached and throbbed as I gasped for air.

     "Are you okay, Dragon?"

     My chest heaved as I peeked at him. Wheezing, I said, "I don't know, did I win?"

     He chuckled in between heavy breaths. "It's a pity there are hundreds of eyes on us because I am really turned on by that whole thing we just did."

     "Me too," I moaned.

     "I better move before it gets out of hand." With a groan, he stood and dusted himself off.

     I twitched my legs and then felt the Snitch in my right palm. A smile pulled across my face. "Prefects Bathroom for the win."

     "In the bathroom?" He paled. "I never said, yes."

     Lifting my hand in the air, the crowd went wild. "You never said, no."

     He helped me to my feet. "Fine. Thursday, instead of tutoring lessons. And if I don't like the other person, I don't have to do it."

     "You never have to do anything you don't want to, Harry." I smiled.

     "True."

     "But, trust me, this is an experience you'll want to have." A large crowd of people flooded around, cutting us off from one another.

     "Good game, Malfoy." He waved.

     "It was a pleasure kicking your ass, Potter."

     Harry drifted away with a cute smile on his face.

     As the guest of honor, I was carried off the field and to Slytherin house for the celebration party. The whole night I counted the minutes until I would claim my reward from Harry.