Drarry Oneshots (𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆)

Get Your Kinks Out

Top!Harry

Bottom!Draco

AUTHOR: Cassiopeias_shadow ( on ao3)

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It was almost noon, and Harry was hungry.

They had been practicing all morning. He'd taken a bludger once to the gut and once to the head. He'd caught the snitch five times, but the last time he couldn't remember as he was seriously concussed.

After a visit with the healer, he'd been sent off the field. Two days sidelined as the potions worked on him. Frustrating, but not as bad as it could be. Oliver Wood had been kept off the team for a week last month while his skull knitted back together after a bad hit from a bat.

The beater that nailed Harry was playing harder than he should in practice. Adrian Pucey. He was nice enough, but he had been hazing Harry since he'd joined the team in March, always sending a bludger his direction, stealing his jersey while Harry was in the shower, daring him to drink firewhiskey shots when he was already half pissed at the pub.

Every muscle in Harry's arms ached as he shouldered his broom and walked off. October in Scotland was Harry's favorite time of year. A cool mist hit his face, and the ocean waves crashed just east of the pitch. Behind him, great big hills in the distance were occluded by the fog. He could hear the distant sounds in the village of children playing on the playground at the local primary school. Seagulls squawked and cawed along the shore. Harry was so glad he'd left the Auror academy to come here. Life was simple, there was no paperwork, and he went home exhausted each day.

His ears were ringing from the cold and the concussion as he opened the thick wooden door to the Magpie's locker room. He pulled his black jersey over his head, careful to store this one in his locker; if Pucey took his long sleeved jersey, he had only the short sleeves for the next week, and the forecast looked chilly.

Despite the cold outside, Harry was covered in sweat. His hair was plastered to his head, and he had grass stains all over his arms where he went down hard onto the field after the snitch. He'd need a shower before he got anything to eat.

His trousers were a bit difficult to pull off. They were getting small. With all the exercise on his broom and in the weight room, Harry's legs had gotten much bigger lately, and his trousers looked like they'd been painted on most days. Same with his jersey; Harry's arms and shoulders had gotten so broad he'd had to order another one from the team outfitter.

Harry hung his cape and his trousers on the hook next to his locker. He walked across the frigid tiles to the showers. He pulled the curtain back, and stepped in, turning the heat on the water up high.

The hot shower made Harry lethargic after so much time in the cold air. He spent more time than necessary washing all the grime off himself, then turned the water off and sat on the bench for a good five minutes watching the water swirl down the drain and drip from the walls. Harry leant back on the bench, resting his head up against the wall. His concussion symptoms were mostly gone, but the potions made him drowsy, and he dozed for a minute in the steamy shower air.

When he stirred a few minutes later, someone else had entered the locker room and was changing, making small noises just beyond the shower curtain. Harry grabbed a towel and walked back out to the lockers, drying his hair.

As he walked out of the shower and took the towel off his head, he stopped short.

The Magpie's reserve chaser was in the locker room, naked, holding a towel in a wad over his bits, and looking terrified.

The reserve chaser. Draco Malfoy, the reserve chaser, was naked, holding a towel in a wad over his bits, looking terrified, and turning beet red.