Fic: Consolation Prize (HP)
Consolation Prize
Harry/Draco | NC-17 | 1940 words
After losing the Quiddtitch Cup to Gryffindor, Draco decides he should get a consolation prize.
Harry Potter checked cautiously around the Quidditch locker room one more time, peeking into the showers to make sure everyone was gone. He’d lingered in the changing area, polishing his Firebolt and the game winning snitch, while the rest of the team had showered and dressed. They were eager to get back to the Gryffindor common and celebrate winning the Quidditch Cup over Slytherin, but, despite winning the final game of his seventh year, Harry just couldn’t muster up the enthusiasm to match. Ron had tried to hurry him along, but Harry had managed to put him off, saying that he just wanted a few minutes by himself to savor the moment before joining the party.
Sighing, Harry stripped off his sweaty Quidditch robes and flipped on the closest shower. He slipped under the hot spray, standing still for minute before reaching for the soap. He knew he should be as happy and excited as the rest of the Gryffindors, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t stop picturing Draco Malfoy either. What was wrong with him? He’d almost lost the game because he’d been too busy staring at Malfoy’s arse as he flew. Malfoy had spotted the Snitch first and it had taken Harry a second to realize it. He’d only managed to catch it because he had the faster broom.
Harry sighed again and began to soap his tired muscles. Why couldn’t he just be normal for once? He’d come to terms with being gay, mostly anyway. Liking boys was one thing, but liking Malfoy? Malfoy was a complete git. He might be hot, but he’d done his best to make Harry’s life hell and he was probably going to become a Death Eater as soon as he left Hogwarts.
“If it has to be a bloke, why does it have to be him?” Harry muttered to himself.
“What was that, Potter?” a low voice drawled from behind him. “Talking to yourself now?”
Harry spun around and the soap went flying out of his hands. “M... Malfoy?” He squeaked, taking in the sight before him.
Malfoy stood only a few feet away, with nothing but a towel slung low around his hips. Harry’s eyes wandered over Malfoy’s bare chest, taking in the well defined muscles. He was still flushed and sweaty from the game and his normally perfect hair was windblown, falling around his face. Harry thought he’d never seen Malfoy look so sexy. Was he naked under that towel? Harry found himself imagining Malfoy’s naked arse and couldn’t keep the blush from his face.
Malfoy smirked. “Like what you see?”
“What? No!” Harry could feel himself turning even redder. “What are you doing here? These are Gryffindor showers. Get out!”
“I don’t think so, Scarhead.” Malfoy slowly sauntered closer, until he was just outside the spray of the showerhead. “You’ve beat me every single Quidditch game and I think it’s high time I got something in return. A consolation prize, if you will.”
“A what?” Harry squeaked. He knew he should be doing something, anything, but he just couldn’t stop staring at Malfoy long enough to think properly.
Malfoy smirked again. “You dropped your soap, Potter.”
“I... uh...” All rational thought left Harry’s mind as Malfoy bent down to retrieve it, his towel slipping to the floor. Harry could feel his cock stirring as he stared at Malfoy’s firm arse. Malfoy naked was even better than he’d imagined.
Malfoy straightened and turned, holding out the soap. “Here you are, Potter”.
Harry knew he should say something, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the sight in front of him. Malfoy was naked! Completely naked and so close Harry could’ve reached out and touched him. His skin was the same milky white all over and he was hard, his thick cock standing out from its nest of blond curls. Harry could feel his answering erection throbbing.
“Like what you see?” Malfoy stepped into the shower, eyeing Harry up and down. “I think you do. Let’s talk about my consolation prize.”
“Uh...” Harry stammered.
“Or not,” Malfoy said. “We can just get straight to it if you prefer.”
“Your... Oh, god,” Harry cut off as Malfoy wrapped a hand around his cock and began to stroke him. “Wh... What are you doing?”
“I would think it’s rather obvious,” Malfoy drawled. “I can’t have the snitch so I’m going to have you instead.”
Harry’s jaw dropped. “You want me?”
“Not too quick on the uptake, are you?” Malfoy’s tone sounded almost fond rather than insulting. “Can’t you see how hard I am for you?” Malfoy brushed his cock against Harry’s, sending sparks shooting through his body.
“Oh, fuck, Malfoy,” Harry moaned. He reached out, grabbing Malfoy by his hips and pulling their bodies flush against each other. The feel of Malfoy’s cock sliding against his own was almost too much for Harry. He knew was way too close to coming, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself from thrusting into Malfoy’s hand.
“Not so fast, Potter. This is my prize, remember? I want to make it last.” Malfoy pushed on Harry’s shoulders, sending him stumbling to his knees.
Harry meant to glare at Malfoy, he really did, but as soon as he glanced up his attention was caught by Malfoy’s cock. It was flushed, red and dripping with precome right in front of his face. Before he had even realized what he was doing his tongue had flicked out, lapping at the slit. Malfoy tasted salty and slightly bitter, but not bad. Harry flicked his across the head of Malfoy’s cock again, wanting to taste more of him.
“Oh, fuck,” Malfoy’s breath hitched and that was enough for Harry. He’d never sucked a bloke off before, but it couldn’t be that hard could it? Ginny had done it to him a few times before he’d given up on girls all together and she’d never seemed to mind. Taking a couple of deep breaths, Harry wrapped his hand around the base of Malfoy’s cock and swirled his tongue around the head. Malfoy made a small sound in the back of his throat. Feeling encouraged, Harry slid his lips over the blond’s cock and sucked lightly. It really wasn’t bad at all. In fact it was rather nice. Harry sucked harder and began to work his mouth up and down, pressing his tongue against the vein before pulling back to lick at Malfoy’s slit again.
“Gods, Harry,” Malfoy’s voice was wavering. “You have no idea how hot you look on your knees with my cock in your mouth.”
Harry hadn’t thought it was possible, but he could feel himself getting harder at Malfoy’s words. He moaned as he took Malfoy as deep as he could, using his hand to make up the difference.
Malfoy groaned as he felt the vibrations around his cock. “Fuck, yes!”
Harry flicked his tongue over Malfoy’s leaking slit once more before sliding his lips back down. He sucked hard, moving his hand rapidly at the base of Malfoy’s cock. Harry slipped his other hand around the curve of Malfoy’s arse and in between his cheeks, rubbing his soapy fingertips lightly at the puckered skin of Malfoy’s entrance. He spread his legs wider and Harry slipped his finger into Malfoy’s hole. Malfoy moaned again as Harry began to pump his finger in and out. He wasn’t sure if he was doing it right, but he’d seen enough porn to have an idea and, anyway, Malfoy seemed to like it. Adding another finger Harry carefully crooked them, brushing against a spot that caused Malfoy to cry out and fist his hands in Harry’s hair. Careful to keep up the rhythm with his mouth, Harry rubbed the spot again and that was all it took. With a strangled cry, Malfoy stiffened and came, flooding Harry’s mouth. He managed to swallow most of Malfoy’s come before pulling back and licking his lips to catch the drops he’d missed.
Malfoy was panting heavily as Harry stood up, his own erection still throbbing. “That wasn’t quite what I’d planned, but you are rather good at sucking cock. I suppose I should return the favor.”
Malfoy made as if to drop to his knees, but Harry stopped him. “I’ve a better idea,” he said, turning the other boy to face the shower wall. Harry grabbed a nearby bottle of conditioner and poured some into his hand.
“What do you think you’re doing, Potter?” Malfoy sneered. “Don’t think you can... Oh!” Malfoy squeaked as Harry slipped his newly slickened fingers back inside Malfoy’s arse. “Potter! Mmmm... Stop that! I’m not bottoming for you.”
“Are you sure?” Harry asked. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you for ages.” He couldn’t quite believe the words that were coming out of his mouth.
Harry added a third finger and crooked them again, searching for the spot he’d found earlier. He knew he’d found it when Malfoy’s protests cut off in a low moan. Harry pumped his fingers in and out of Malfoy’s arse, rubbing the spot as much as he could until Malfoy was hard again, groaning and pushing his arse back against Harry’s fingers.
“Oh, god.” Watching himself finger fuck Malfoy was almost too much.
Harry grasped his own aching cock and quickly slicked himself with the rest of the conditioner. Withdrawing his fingers and ignoring the small sound of loss Malfoy made, Harry nudged his cock against Malfoy’s entrance. Carefully, not wanting to hurt the blond, Harry grabbed his hips and pushed forward until he breached the tight ring of muscle. Malfoy drew in a sharp breath and Harry paused as much to let Malfoy adjust as to keep himself from coming right then. Malfoy was hot and slick and his muscles were clenching around Harry’s cock as they tried to get used to the intrusion. Harry thought he’d never felt anything so wonderful in his life.
“Fuck, Malfoy!” The urge to thrust into Malfoy’s body was almost overwhelming. Harry was trembling just from holding back. Finally he felt the other seeker relax. Malfoy pushed back against him and that was all Harry needed. His hips snapped forward, burying his cock in the other boy’s arse. Malfoy moaned as Harry began to thrust in and out of him.
“Fuck!” Harry gasped again. “You’re so fucking tight, Malfoy. Oh, g- god. I don’t think I’m... ohhh... going to l- last very long.” Harry shifted his angle slightly, trying to thrust even deeper into Malfoy’s body.
“Just... oh, yes, right there! Just keep doing that. Fuck!” Malfoy cried out as Harry managed to hit his prostate.
Knowing he was close, Harry reached around and took Malfoy’s erection in his hand, pumping roughly in time with his thrusts.
“Harry!” Malfoy stiffened and came, splattering Harry’s hand and the wall in front of him.
The feel of Malfoy’s arse clenching around his cock was enough to push Harry over edge. He thrust twice more, calling out “Draco!” as he came.
Harry slowly pulled out of Malfoy before slumping to the floor. He looked up, surprised, as Malfoy slid down beside him. He’d thought Malfoy would want to be as far away from him as possible as soon as he could. Malfoy might want to get off, but he hated Harry, right?
“Are you all right?” Harry asked, noticing Malfoy’s slight wince as he sat.
“Yeah,” Malfoy replied. He leaned against Harry’s shoulder. “In fact, I think I should get a consolation prize for every match you’ve won, not just this one.”
Harry’s heart jumped. “Really?”
“Really. But I get to top next time, Harry.” Malfoy gave him a tired smile.
Harry grinned back. “Okay, Draco.”
Harry/Draco | NC-17 | 1940 words
After losing the Quiddtitch Cup to Gryffindor, Draco decides he should get a consolation prize.
Harry Potter checked cautiously around the Quidditch locker room one more time, peeking into the showers to make sure everyone was gone. He’d lingered in the changing area, polishing his Firebolt and the game winning snitch, while the rest of the team had showered and dressed. They were eager to get back to the Gryffindor common and celebrate winning the Quidditch Cup over Slytherin, but, despite winning the final game of his seventh year, Harry just couldn’t muster up the enthusiasm to match. Ron had tried to hurry him along, but Harry had managed to put him off, saying that he just wanted a few minutes by himself to savor the moment before joining the party.
Sighing, Harry stripped off his sweaty Quidditch robes and flipped on the closest shower. He slipped under the hot spray, standing still for minute before reaching for the soap. He knew he should be as happy and excited as the rest of the Gryffindors, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t stop picturing Draco Malfoy either. What was wrong with him? He’d almost lost the game because he’d been too busy staring at Malfoy’s arse as he flew. Malfoy had spotted the Snitch first and it had taken Harry a second to realize it. He’d only managed to catch it because he had the faster broom.
Harry sighed again and began to soap his tired muscles. Why couldn’t he just be normal for once? He’d come to terms with being gay, mostly anyway. Liking boys was one thing, but liking Malfoy? Malfoy was a complete git. He might be hot, but he’d done his best to make Harry’s life hell and he was probably going to become a Death Eater as soon as he left Hogwarts.
“If it has to be a bloke, why does it have to be him?” Harry muttered to himself.
“What was that, Potter?” a low voice drawled from behind him. “Talking to yourself now?”
Harry spun around and the soap went flying out of his hands. “M... Malfoy?” He squeaked, taking in the sight before him.
Malfoy stood only a few feet away, with nothing but a towel slung low around his hips. Harry’s eyes wandered over Malfoy’s bare chest, taking in the well defined muscles. He was still flushed and sweaty from the game and his normally perfect hair was windblown, falling around his face. Harry thought he’d never seen Malfoy look so sexy. Was he naked under that towel? Harry found himself imagining Malfoy’s naked arse and couldn’t keep the blush from his face.
Malfoy smirked. “Like what you see?”
“What? No!” Harry could feel himself turning even redder. “What are you doing here? These are Gryffindor showers. Get out!”
“I don’t think so, Scarhead.” Malfoy slowly sauntered closer, until he was just outside the spray of the showerhead. “You’ve beat me every single Quidditch game and I think it’s high time I got something in return. A consolation prize, if you will.”
“A what?” Harry squeaked. He knew he should be doing something, anything, but he just couldn’t stop staring at Malfoy long enough to think properly.
Malfoy smirked again. “You dropped your soap, Potter.”
“I... uh...” All rational thought left Harry’s mind as Malfoy bent down to retrieve it, his towel slipping to the floor. Harry could feel his cock stirring as he stared at Malfoy’s firm arse. Malfoy naked was even better than he’d imagined.
Malfoy straightened and turned, holding out the soap. “Here you are, Potter”.
Harry knew he should say something, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the sight in front of him. Malfoy was naked! Completely naked and so close Harry could’ve reached out and touched him. His skin was the same milky white all over and he was hard, his thick cock standing out from its nest of blond curls. Harry could feel his answering erection throbbing.
“Like what you see?” Malfoy stepped into the shower, eyeing Harry up and down. “I think you do. Let’s talk about my consolation prize.”
“Uh...” Harry stammered.
“Or not,” Malfoy said. “We can just get straight to it if you prefer.”
“Your... Oh, god,” Harry cut off as Malfoy wrapped a hand around his cock and began to stroke him. “Wh... What are you doing?”
“I would think it’s rather obvious,” Malfoy drawled. “I can’t have the snitch so I’m going to have you instead.”
Harry’s jaw dropped. “You want me?”
“Not too quick on the uptake, are you?” Malfoy’s tone sounded almost fond rather than insulting. “Can’t you see how hard I am for you?” Malfoy brushed his cock against Harry’s, sending sparks shooting through his body.
“Oh, fuck, Malfoy,” Harry moaned. He reached out, grabbing Malfoy by his hips and pulling their bodies flush against each other. The feel of Malfoy’s cock sliding against his own was almost too much for Harry. He knew was way too close to coming, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself from thrusting into Malfoy’s hand.
“Not so fast, Potter. This is my prize, remember? I want to make it last.” Malfoy pushed on Harry’s shoulders, sending him stumbling to his knees.
Harry meant to glare at Malfoy, he really did, but as soon as he glanced up his attention was caught by Malfoy’s cock. It was flushed, red and dripping with precome right in front of his face. Before he had even realized what he was doing his tongue had flicked out, lapping at the slit. Malfoy tasted salty and slightly bitter, but not bad. Harry flicked his across the head of Malfoy’s cock again, wanting to taste more of him.
“Oh, fuck,” Malfoy’s breath hitched and that was enough for Harry. He’d never sucked a bloke off before, but it couldn’t be that hard could it? Ginny had done it to him a few times before he’d given up on girls all together and she’d never seemed to mind. Taking a couple of deep breaths, Harry wrapped his hand around the base of Malfoy’s cock and swirled his tongue around the head. Malfoy made a small sound in the back of his throat. Feeling encouraged, Harry slid his lips over the blond’s cock and sucked lightly. It really wasn’t bad at all. In fact it was rather nice. Harry sucked harder and began to work his mouth up and down, pressing his tongue against the vein before pulling back to lick at Malfoy’s slit again.
“Gods, Harry,” Malfoy’s voice was wavering. “You have no idea how hot you look on your knees with my cock in your mouth.”
Harry hadn’t thought it was possible, but he could feel himself getting harder at Malfoy’s words. He moaned as he took Malfoy as deep as he could, using his hand to make up the difference.
Malfoy groaned as he felt the vibrations around his cock. “Fuck, yes!”
Harry flicked his tongue over Malfoy’s leaking slit once more before sliding his lips back down. He sucked hard, moving his hand rapidly at the base of Malfoy’s cock. Harry slipped his other hand around the curve of Malfoy’s arse and in between his cheeks, rubbing his soapy fingertips lightly at the puckered skin of Malfoy’s entrance. He spread his legs wider and Harry slipped his finger into Malfoy’s hole. Malfoy moaned again as Harry began to pump his finger in and out. He wasn’t sure if he was doing it right, but he’d seen enough porn to have an idea and, anyway, Malfoy seemed to like it. Adding another finger Harry carefully crooked them, brushing against a spot that caused Malfoy to cry out and fist his hands in Harry’s hair. Careful to keep up the rhythm with his mouth, Harry rubbed the spot again and that was all it took. With a strangled cry, Malfoy stiffened and came, flooding Harry’s mouth. He managed to swallow most of Malfoy’s come before pulling back and licking his lips to catch the drops he’d missed.
Malfoy was panting heavily as Harry stood up, his own erection still throbbing. “That wasn’t quite what I’d planned, but you are rather good at sucking cock. I suppose I should return the favor.”
Malfoy made as if to drop to his knees, but Harry stopped him. “I’ve a better idea,” he said, turning the other boy to face the shower wall. Harry grabbed a nearby bottle of conditioner and poured some into his hand.
“What do you think you’re doing, Potter?” Malfoy sneered. “Don’t think you can... Oh!” Malfoy squeaked as Harry slipped his newly slickened fingers back inside Malfoy’s arse. “Potter! Mmmm... Stop that! I’m not bottoming for you.”
“Are you sure?” Harry asked. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you for ages.” He couldn’t quite believe the words that were coming out of his mouth.
Harry added a third finger and crooked them again, searching for the spot he’d found earlier. He knew he’d found it when Malfoy’s protests cut off in a low moan. Harry pumped his fingers in and out of Malfoy’s arse, rubbing the spot as much as he could until Malfoy was hard again, groaning and pushing his arse back against Harry’s fingers.
“Oh, god.” Watching himself finger fuck Malfoy was almost too much.
Harry grasped his own aching cock and quickly slicked himself with the rest of the conditioner. Withdrawing his fingers and ignoring the small sound of loss Malfoy made, Harry nudged his cock against Malfoy’s entrance. Carefully, not wanting to hurt the blond, Harry grabbed his hips and pushed forward until he breached the tight ring of muscle. Malfoy drew in a sharp breath and Harry paused as much to let Malfoy adjust as to keep himself from coming right then. Malfoy was hot and slick and his muscles were clenching around Harry’s cock as they tried to get used to the intrusion. Harry thought he’d never felt anything so wonderful in his life.
“Fuck, Malfoy!” The urge to thrust into Malfoy’s body was almost overwhelming. Harry was trembling just from holding back. Finally he felt the other seeker relax. Malfoy pushed back against him and that was all Harry needed. His hips snapped forward, burying his cock in the other boy’s arse. Malfoy moaned as Harry began to thrust in and out of him.
“Fuck!” Harry gasped again. “You’re so fucking tight, Malfoy. Oh, g- god. I don’t think I’m... ohhh... going to l- last very long.” Harry shifted his angle slightly, trying to thrust even deeper into Malfoy’s body.
“Just... oh, yes, right there! Just keep doing that. Fuck!” Malfoy cried out as Harry managed to hit his prostate.
Knowing he was close, Harry reached around and took Malfoy’s erection in his hand, pumping roughly in time with his thrusts.
“Harry!” Malfoy stiffened and came, splattering Harry’s hand and the wall in front of him.
The feel of Malfoy’s arse clenching around his cock was enough to push Harry over edge. He thrust twice more, calling out “Draco!” as he came.
Harry slowly pulled out of Malfoy before slumping to the floor. He looked up, surprised, as Malfoy slid down beside him. He’d thought Malfoy would want to be as far away from him as possible as soon as he could. Malfoy might want to get off, but he hated Harry, right?
“Are you all right?” Harry asked, noticing Malfoy’s slight wince as he sat.
“Yeah,” Malfoy replied. He leaned against Harry’s shoulder. “In fact, I think I should get a consolation prize for every match you’ve won, not just this one.”
Harry’s heart jumped. “Really?”
“Really. But I get to top next time, Harry.” Malfoy gave him a tired smile.
Harry grinned back. “Okay, Draco.”