HD500: The Better Seeker
Title: The Better Seeker
Author: enchanted_jae
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 510
Challenge:
- Recipient: catalinacat
- Keywords: stopwatch, desk, captain
- Dialogue: "He cheats. He always cheats."
Summary: Draco knows he's the better Seeker; if only Potter would stop cheating.
Hair still damp from his shower, Harry approached the office of Puddlemere's coach, only to pause at the sound of Draco Malfoy's voice raised in ire.
"He cheats! He always cheats! I'm the better Seeker, but I don't stand a chance-"
"He's your team captain, and you'd do well to remember that," Coach Clearwater's booming voice cut over Malfoy.
"He probably cheated his way to the captaincy, too," snarled Malfoy.
Harry grinned and raised a hand to knock on the door. He entered at the summons, glancing briefly at Malfoy before turning to the man seated behind the battered old desk. "You wished to see me, Coach?"
"Have a seat, Potter. Malfoy, clear out!"
As Harry bent to remove a few stray items from the only other chair in the office--a rolled up parchment, a quill, a stopwatch and an empty water bottle--he caught a glimpse of Malfoy's thunderous expression. It was aimed at him and promised future retribution. Malfoy stormed out, and Harry sighed and sat down.
Clearwater got directly to the point. "You need to sort some things out with Malfoy."
~*~
By the time Harry returned to the team's dressing room, its only other occupant was Malfoy, who had recently emerged from the shower, having forsaken it earlier in favor of complaining to Coach Clearwater.
Harry was rather looking forward to sorting Malfoy out, and he didn't bother quibbling. "I understand you are unhappy with your position on the team as second-string Seeker."
"It's not the fact that I'm second best again, Potter," seethed Malfoy. "Rather, it's the fact that you cheated to gain the position."
Harry took a step nearer. "And how did I cheat, exactly?" his voice rumbled.
Malfoy swallowed nervously, but he bravely held his ground. "You...you were flirting with me," he accused faintly. "I couldn't concentrate, and you were able to beat me to the Snitch."
Harry came closer still. "There's something you should know," he purred.
"Wh-what?"
Harry's eyes glowed with heat. "Your position, whether on a Quidditch team or in my bed, will always be beneath me." Harry crushed Malfoy's mouth under his own before his vexatious teammate could protest.
~*~
As Draco stretched, the pleased smile on his face turned to a grimace. Although sex with Potter had been more enjoyable than he'd dreamed, sex on a pile of towels on the floor was still sex on the floor. He considered demanding Potter get off of him, but he felt strangely at ease beneath the other man's weight.
Harry moved his head enough to nibble and then nip Malfoy's earlobe affectionately. "What have you learned?" he demanded in a raspy whisper.
Draco didn't really have it in him to be dishonest at the moment. Instead, he shimmied his hips a little, taking satisfaction from Potter's growl and answering thrust. "I've discovered there are definite perks to being under you," Draco admitted, reaching down to squeeze Potter's bum.
Harry grinned smugly, only to scowl at Malfoy's next words.
"However, I'm still the better Seeker."
Cross-posted to hd_500
Author: enchanted_jae
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 510
Challenge:
- Recipient: catalinacat
- Keywords: stopwatch, desk, captain
- Dialogue: "He cheats. He always cheats."
Summary: Draco knows he's the better Seeker; if only Potter would stop cheating.
Hair still damp from his shower, Harry approached the office of Puddlemere's coach, only to pause at the sound of Draco Malfoy's voice raised in ire.
"He cheats! He always cheats! I'm the better Seeker, but I don't stand a chance-"
"He's your team captain, and you'd do well to remember that," Coach Clearwater's booming voice cut over Malfoy.
"He probably cheated his way to the captaincy, too," snarled Malfoy.
Harry grinned and raised a hand to knock on the door. He entered at the summons, glancing briefly at Malfoy before turning to the man seated behind the battered old desk. "You wished to see me, Coach?"
"Have a seat, Potter. Malfoy, clear out!"
As Harry bent to remove a few stray items from the only other chair in the office--a rolled up parchment, a quill, a stopwatch and an empty water bottle--he caught a glimpse of Malfoy's thunderous expression. It was aimed at him and promised future retribution. Malfoy stormed out, and Harry sighed and sat down.
Clearwater got directly to the point. "You need to sort some things out with Malfoy."
~*~
By the time Harry returned to the team's dressing room, its only other occupant was Malfoy, who had recently emerged from the shower, having forsaken it earlier in favor of complaining to Coach Clearwater.
Harry was rather looking forward to sorting Malfoy out, and he didn't bother quibbling. "I understand you are unhappy with your position on the team as second-string Seeker."
"It's not the fact that I'm second best again, Potter," seethed Malfoy. "Rather, it's the fact that you cheated to gain the position."
Harry took a step nearer. "And how did I cheat, exactly?" his voice rumbled.
Malfoy swallowed nervously, but he bravely held his ground. "You...you were flirting with me," he accused faintly. "I couldn't concentrate, and you were able to beat me to the Snitch."
Harry came closer still. "There's something you should know," he purred.
"Wh-what?"
Harry's eyes glowed with heat. "Your position, whether on a Quidditch team or in my bed, will always be beneath me." Harry crushed Malfoy's mouth under his own before his vexatious teammate could protest.
~*~
As Draco stretched, the pleased smile on his face turned to a grimace. Although sex with Potter had been more enjoyable than he'd dreamed, sex on a pile of towels on the floor was still sex on the floor. He considered demanding Potter get off of him, but he felt strangely at ease beneath the other man's weight.
Harry moved his head enough to nibble and then nip Malfoy's earlobe affectionately. "What have you learned?" he demanded in a raspy whisper.
Draco didn't really have it in him to be dishonest at the moment. Instead, he shimmied his hips a little, taking satisfaction from Potter's growl and answering thrust. "I've discovered there are definite perks to being under you," Draco admitted, reaching down to squeeze Potter's bum.
Harry grinned smugly, only to scowl at Malfoy's next words.
"However, I'm still the better Seeker."
Cross-posted to hd_500