Jealousy - Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter - PART XXXIX, PART XL, PART XLI
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Title: Jealousy: PART XXXIX, PART XL, PART XLI
Author: laughs_muses (fic journal)
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13, PG-13, R (sorry)
Disclaimer: No, none of these characters are mine. If they were mine I wouldn’t be working absurd hours in a coffee shop, now would I? Nup, I’d be cruising around in my Merc with little HP flags on the bonnet and…*dreams*
Summary: Harry plays some pro Quidditch (JESSICA: Squeee!)...Draco reads the paper...Ginny does, well, what Ginny does...
Set: Gryffindor Boys Dormitory
Beta: None, aggggaaaiiinnn.
Authors Notes: My computer crashed. Uh huh, so that's why this has taken an ice-age. I LOVE YOU. AND THIS IS LOVE OF THE HOTTEST KIND. (i.e. boysex)
Jealousy: PART I
Jealousy: PART II
Jealousy: PART III
Jealousy: PART IV
Jealousy: PART V, PART VI
Jealousy: PART VII, PART VIII, PART IX
Jealousy: PART X, PART XI, PART XII
Jealousy: PART XIII, PART XIV, PART XV
Jealousy: PART XVI, PART XVII, PART XVIII
Jealousy: PART XIX, PART XX, PART XXI
Jealousy: PART XXII, PART XXIII, PART XXIV
Jealousy: PART PART XXV, PART XXVI, PART XXVII
Jealousy: PART XXVIII, PART XXIX, PART XXX
Jealousy: PART XXXI, PART XXXII
Jealousy: PART XXXIII, PART XXXIV, PART XXXV
Jealousy: PART XXXVI, PART XXXVII, XXXVIII
PART XXXIX
“Potter! Higher! Higher!”
Harry only vaguely heard the commentator’s voice as he soared up through the air. He felt the rush of blood pumping around his head and flushing through to his body. The crowd beneath him were screaming and he whipped into a loop and couldn’t help but grin when the noise grew louder.
The snitch was glittering ahead of him and he tore after it, feeling behind him the Ballycats Bat’s Seeker. He pulled up suddenly and saw the Seeker shoot ahead of him, his face surprised as he looked up at Harry. Harry just grinned and plummeted.
“What on Earth is that boy doing?” the commentator’s voice cut into Harry’s mind. “Up and down like one of those muggle toys that goes up and down.”
He swerved to the left as a Bludger pelted towards him. His eye still on the Snitch he lazily watched as the other Seeker followed it, not really gaining on it, but not losing it.
“Potter’s bolted! HE’S FLYING THROUGH THE CENTRE CORIDOR! MONTROSE MAGPIE’S SEEKER HARRY POTTER HAS MADE HIS MOVE!”
Harry tore through the air feeling the back of his Quidditch robes whipping against his legs. He tightened his left hand around the handle of his broom and flung himself to the left. Screams and roars echoed around the stadium from beneath him and he couldn’t help but grin.
Righting himself, he saw the pale face of the Bat’s Seeker as Harry’s pace picked up even more. The air whipping past him was slamming against his face so hard it hurt. Squinting, his glasses cutting into his nose, he focussed back on the Snitch. It was still flitting extremely quickly in front of him.
Just out of reach.
“POTTER’S BOLTING! NOT OVER YET LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! HARRY POTTER FLYING UPWARDS TOWARDS WHAT I CAN ONLY PRESUME IS THE SNITCH.”
Harry gave thumbs up vaguely towards the announcer’s booth and received a ripple of laughter from the audience.
It was only centimetres from his grip now. It was bright gold. It glittered and tossed in the air, its wings beating continuously as it forced itself forward.
“MY GOD! POTTER’S LUNGED!”
Harry felt his dick crunch painfully against the wooden handle as he launched himself forward. Pain shot up through his abdomen and he gave a cry as he fell forward. His eyes slipped out of focus for a moment and it was only when his fingers cannoned with -
“THE SNITCH! POTTER’S GOT THE SNITCH!”
He began to fall through the air; he felt his stomach slide along with his glasses. Biting his lip hard he swung his hand urgently above him and gripped his fingers around his broom. A thunder of screams pierced his mind from below him and he grinned.
“YES FOLKS! POTTER’S PUT ON A SHOW FOR US AGAIN HERE TODAY!”
Apart from the throbbing pain in his groin and the fact that he was dangling by one hand fifty feet in the air in front of an obscene amount of people, Harry felt good.
That had to have been less than eight minutes.
PART XL
Re-Call Of Quidditch Players
Draco raised an eyebrow at the offending article and took a sip of his black coffee.
Ministry Officials are questioning the selection of Harry Potter into the Montrose Magpie’s Quidditch Team.
Draco frowned.
“Potter has succeeded in catching the Snitch under the ten minute mark on three separate occasions.” Adgar Sharpless stated in a recent press conference regarding the selection of up and coming new players. “Potter is hardly ‘up and coming’ he told the Daily Prophet testily. “This kid is due to be in the English team by next September!”
“What are you smiling at?” Pansy plonked herself into the seat next to Draco and peered at the paper. “Is that the article about Potter? There’s one tacked up on almost every notice board in the school.”
“Really?”
Pansy nodded and began to emphatically spread marmalade on a piece of toast. Draco shook his head and looked back at the paper.
When asked with what the actual issue was here, Mr Sharpless replied that wizarding folks aren’t getting their money’s worth, what with them finding seats, watching the game and leaving in under half an hour.
“But haven’t sales rocketed since Potter’s started playing?”
Pansy raised a surprised eyebrow and nodded, giving Draco a strange look.
“I guess so, but he’s being a prick and catching the Snitch under ten minutes every time. Hardly a good game to watch.”
Draco gave a tight smile and suppressed the anger that flared at the word ‘prick’. He shook the paper out and scanned through the article again.
“If I was in a position to finalise teams,” Draco said, beginning to fold the paper. “I’d keep him in the team.”
“Oh?” The look on Pansy’s face was beginning to irritate him.
“Yes. If he was making me money, then I’d keep him, work him like a house elf and then drop him the second his form slipped.”
“Oh.” Pansy nodded and reached for the coffee. “His ears were burning,” her dark head nodded towards the Great Hall doors where Potter was walking through them, his hair wet and his tie undone.
He looked delicious.
“I’ll bet they were,” Draco murmured, watching the sway of Potter’s backside as he walked towards the Gryffindor table.
“Hey!” Pansy said suddenly and Draco’s eyes snapped from across the Hall to her. “We only have roughly three months till we’re done.”
“Done what?”
“School. Your Mother said we could go to France for a while and then…Hey what’s wrong?”
Draco felt the blood draining from his face. Three months.
Three months.
And that was it.
Then what?
PART XLI
“Hey you,”
Harry looked up from his charms homework and gave a small smile as Ginny settled herself next to him on the huge armchair next to the fire. She was wearing her pyjamas and had her wet hair streaming down her back. Harry put down his quill.
“Hi,” he said and winced as Ginny slid her left hand onto his thigh. “What’s been happening?” He looked down and saw that the polish on her nails was bright green and he had a pang of guilt. Ginny sighed and smiled, her perfectly straight teeth reflecting strangely off the light from the fire.
“Not so much, I went looking for you after training yesterday. Where did you get to?” Harry covered her hand with his as she moved it towards his groin and halted it. He had been watching Malfoy yesterday. The Slytherin had been reading a book down by the lake, lying stretched out on the grass catching the weak rays of light as it filtered through the trees. Harry had been about to run up and jump on him when his stomach had plummeted. Pansy had sat up, from where her head had been resting on Draco’s stomach, just out of Harry’s line of vision, and had kissed Malfoy gently on the lips.
Harry had spent the rest of the afternoon trying to get rid of the awful taste in his mouth by smashing things up in the small alcove above Gryffindor Tower. He fucking hated Pansy. He hated Malfoy. He hated Malfoy for still seeing her. Hated it.
“I had to meet with some people from Montrose. They want me to do some,” he flailed for a moment and avoided Ginny’s eyes, “some product endorsement I think.” Ginny snuggled into the crook of his arm, her damp hair soaking in a little into his shirt.
“Okay, that sounds good. What product?”
Fuck. Harry racked his brain trying to think of a product that Quidditch would try and promote. Broom polish? Trading cards? Stickers of-
Ginny’s lips sucked lightly on his neck and her hand broke free of his own. Harry shifted awkwardly as it began to trail south, tracing circles with her long nails as it went. Harry fixed his eyes stoically on his homework in front of him.
Magical properties and realisations that are benefited from the release of magical charge within any adept charm can have an overt and blatant effect on the target on which the incantation is pursuing.
“What’s wrong?”
Harry eyes snapped back to Ginny and he realised his body had gone rigid. He forcibly relaxed and sent her a watery smile.
“N-nothing. I’m just, kind o-of…” his voiced trailed off as Ginny’s hand slipped cleanly into his trousers. Where there was absolutely no reaction whatsoever from a usually very loyal part of Harry’s anatomy. Her hand slipped around his soft cock and he could feel her eyes on him.
“What’s wrong?” She asked again, her hand gently moving over the skin.
“It’s uh, still kind of sore from Quidditch. How I - I jumped and kind of, you know, crunched it-
Ginny’s hand quickly withdrew, and she kissed his cheek softly.
“Oh, okay then.” Her voice was kind of strained now, as if she was personally insulted Harry didn’t have an erection.
“B-but, I’m sure I’ll be right soon.” Harry said quickly as she started to get up. “I’m just not really…you know.”
Ginny nodded and smiled.
“Okay then Potter,” she said, suddenly brisk. “I’ll hold you to that though. You better watch out in the morning.” She leaned in; running her tongue smoothly over Harry’s lips and Harry felt his stomach lurch as he felt her tongue.
“Oi, get off him,” Ron’s voice echoed around the common room and Harry felt a combined rush of relief and guilt as his best mate dropped heavily into the space Ginny had recently vacated. “So gross.”
Ginny flipped her brother her middle finger and to Harry, she winked. Harry looked down at his hands, then at his homework, then the fire. Anywhere to avoid Ron’s eyes, which he just knew where trained on him. A door above Harry’s head slammed, signalling Ginny’s return to her dorm.
“Who you playing this weekend?” Ron asked conversationally, picking up Harry’s Charms. “Fuck, did we have to explain why the charm was invented? I thought it was just what it did. Dammit.” He flicked his wand towards the boys dorm and his battered school bag came bumping ceremoniously down the stairs.
“I’m sorry, Ron.”
There was as silence as Ron rummaged around for his Charms.
“Can I borrow a quill?”
Harry nodded and held out his white feathered quill, vaguely wondering where his emerald green one had gone. Ron’s face was scrunched as he hastily scribbled a variation to the rubbish Harry had been lazily writing on his own parchment.
“I’m on your side, you know.” Ron said suddenly and Harry looked at him.
“This isn’t about sides, Ron.”
The red-head frowned, his blue eyes light and they reminded Harry of Malfoy’s eyes when he was pleased. Ron’s face though, was mostly covered in freckles that spilled onto his neck and over his ears.
“I know mate, except. Don’t take this the wrong way.” Ron looked kind of sheepish as he roughly stuffed his Charms back into his bag. “But, Ginny’d get over this pretty quick. You know what she’s like, but you. You’d kind of,” Ron stopped and looked at Harry.
“I’d kind of what?”
“Obsess over it.” Ron said in a rush.
“I would not!”
“Harry, mate. You would. Honestly, you’d feel bad about it for ages and start second guessing everything, not that that’s necessarily always a bad thing!” he said quickly as Harry opened his mouth to interrupt testily. “I just reckon that, you would take this worse than she would. That’s all. You would be brooding over this long after Ginny had gotten over it.”
Harry somehow didn’t think he would.
~~~
Author's Notes:
CHECK THIS OUT!
OMG! mariquita_ = a god. No, wait...THE God.
And because I only just realised that this little bit doesn't actually have any angst in it...I thought I'd put in a section from the next chapters so you know that it is coming...
"How fucking dare he. Okay, so Potter was officially still connected to the Weasel slut. What did that mean? He, Draco, and Pansy were still receiving mail addressed to both of them. Fuck him. Fuck. Him. Fuck. Him. Goddamn it. Draco felt his inside begin to churn with the need to vent. He felt the magic crackling around his person..."
Nothing better than Malfoy!rage. NIGHT NIGHT ALL YOU SEXY HARRY/DRACONIANS...
Jessica
Title: Jealousy: PART XXXIX, PART XL, PART XLI
Author: laughs_muses (fic journal)
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13, PG-13, R (sorry)
Disclaimer: No, none of these characters are mine. If they were mine I wouldn’t be working absurd hours in a coffee shop, now would I? Nup, I’d be cruising around in my Merc with little HP flags on the bonnet and…*dreams*
Summary: Harry plays some pro Quidditch (JESSICA: Squeee!)...Draco reads the paper...Ginny does, well, what Ginny does...
Set: Gryffindor Boys Dormitory
Beta: None, aggggaaaiiinnn.
Authors Notes: My computer crashed. Uh huh, so that's why this has taken an ice-age. I LOVE YOU. AND THIS IS LOVE OF THE HOTTEST KIND. (i.e. boysex)
Jealousy: PART I
Jealousy: PART II
Jealousy: PART III
Jealousy: PART IV
Jealousy: PART V, PART VI
Jealousy: PART VII, PART VIII, PART IX
Jealousy: PART X, PART XI, PART XII
Jealousy: PART XIII, PART XIV, PART XV
Jealousy: PART XVI, PART XVII, PART XVIII
Jealousy: PART XIX, PART XX, PART XXI
Jealousy: PART XXII, PART XXIII, PART XXIV
Jealousy: PART PART XXV, PART XXVI, PART XXVII
Jealousy: PART XXVIII, PART XXIX, PART XXX
Jealousy: PART XXXI, PART XXXII
Jealousy: PART XXXIII, PART XXXIV, PART XXXV
Jealousy: PART XXXVI, PART XXXVII, XXXVIII
PART XXXIX
“Potter! Higher! Higher!”
Harry only vaguely heard the commentator’s voice as he soared up through the air. He felt the rush of blood pumping around his head and flushing through to his body. The crowd beneath him were screaming and he whipped into a loop and couldn’t help but grin when the noise grew louder.
The snitch was glittering ahead of him and he tore after it, feeling behind him the Ballycats Bat’s Seeker. He pulled up suddenly and saw the Seeker shoot ahead of him, his face surprised as he looked up at Harry. Harry just grinned and plummeted.
“What on Earth is that boy doing?” the commentator’s voice cut into Harry’s mind. “Up and down like one of those muggle toys that goes up and down.”
He swerved to the left as a Bludger pelted towards him. His eye still on the Snitch he lazily watched as the other Seeker followed it, not really gaining on it, but not losing it.
“Potter’s bolted! HE’S FLYING THROUGH THE CENTRE CORIDOR! MONTROSE MAGPIE’S SEEKER HARRY POTTER HAS MADE HIS MOVE!”
Harry tore through the air feeling the back of his Quidditch robes whipping against his legs. He tightened his left hand around the handle of his broom and flung himself to the left. Screams and roars echoed around the stadium from beneath him and he couldn’t help but grin.
Righting himself, he saw the pale face of the Bat’s Seeker as Harry’s pace picked up even more. The air whipping past him was slamming against his face so hard it hurt. Squinting, his glasses cutting into his nose, he focussed back on the Snitch. It was still flitting extremely quickly in front of him.
Just out of reach.
“POTTER’S BOLTING! NOT OVER YET LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! HARRY POTTER FLYING UPWARDS TOWARDS WHAT I CAN ONLY PRESUME IS THE SNITCH.”
Harry gave thumbs up vaguely towards the announcer’s booth and received a ripple of laughter from the audience.
It was only centimetres from his grip now. It was bright gold. It glittered and tossed in the air, its wings beating continuously as it forced itself forward.
“MY GOD! POTTER’S LUNGED!”
Harry felt his dick crunch painfully against the wooden handle as he launched himself forward. Pain shot up through his abdomen and he gave a cry as he fell forward. His eyes slipped out of focus for a moment and it was only when his fingers cannoned with -
“THE SNITCH! POTTER’S GOT THE SNITCH!”
He began to fall through the air; he felt his stomach slide along with his glasses. Biting his lip hard he swung his hand urgently above him and gripped his fingers around his broom. A thunder of screams pierced his mind from below him and he grinned.
“YES FOLKS! POTTER’S PUT ON A SHOW FOR US AGAIN HERE TODAY!”
Apart from the throbbing pain in his groin and the fact that he was dangling by one hand fifty feet in the air in front of an obscene amount of people, Harry felt good.
That had to have been less than eight minutes.
PART XL
Re-Call Of Quidditch Players
Draco raised an eyebrow at the offending article and took a sip of his black coffee.
Ministry Officials are questioning the selection of Harry Potter into the Montrose Magpie’s Quidditch Team.
Draco frowned.
“Potter has succeeded in catching the Snitch under the ten minute mark on three separate occasions.” Adgar Sharpless stated in a recent press conference regarding the selection of up and coming new players. “Potter is hardly ‘up and coming’ he told the Daily Prophet testily. “This kid is due to be in the English team by next September!”
“What are you smiling at?” Pansy plonked herself into the seat next to Draco and peered at the paper. “Is that the article about Potter? There’s one tacked up on almost every notice board in the school.”
“Really?”
Pansy nodded and began to emphatically spread marmalade on a piece of toast. Draco shook his head and looked back at the paper.
When asked with what the actual issue was here, Mr Sharpless replied that wizarding folks aren’t getting their money’s worth, what with them finding seats, watching the game and leaving in under half an hour.
“But haven’t sales rocketed since Potter’s started playing?”
Pansy raised a surprised eyebrow and nodded, giving Draco a strange look.
“I guess so, but he’s being a prick and catching the Snitch under ten minutes every time. Hardly a good game to watch.”
Draco gave a tight smile and suppressed the anger that flared at the word ‘prick’. He shook the paper out and scanned through the article again.
“If I was in a position to finalise teams,” Draco said, beginning to fold the paper. “I’d keep him in the team.”
“Oh?” The look on Pansy’s face was beginning to irritate him.
“Yes. If he was making me money, then I’d keep him, work him like a house elf and then drop him the second his form slipped.”
“Oh.” Pansy nodded and reached for the coffee. “His ears were burning,” her dark head nodded towards the Great Hall doors where Potter was walking through them, his hair wet and his tie undone.
He looked delicious.
“I’ll bet they were,” Draco murmured, watching the sway of Potter’s backside as he walked towards the Gryffindor table.
“Hey!” Pansy said suddenly and Draco’s eyes snapped from across the Hall to her. “We only have roughly three months till we’re done.”
“Done what?”
“School. Your Mother said we could go to France for a while and then…Hey what’s wrong?”
Draco felt the blood draining from his face. Three months.
Three months.
And that was it.
Then what?
PART XLI
“Hey you,”
Harry looked up from his charms homework and gave a small smile as Ginny settled herself next to him on the huge armchair next to the fire. She was wearing her pyjamas and had her wet hair streaming down her back. Harry put down his quill.
“Hi,” he said and winced as Ginny slid her left hand onto his thigh. “What’s been happening?” He looked down and saw that the polish on her nails was bright green and he had a pang of guilt. Ginny sighed and smiled, her perfectly straight teeth reflecting strangely off the light from the fire.
“Not so much, I went looking for you after training yesterday. Where did you get to?” Harry covered her hand with his as she moved it towards his groin and halted it. He had been watching Malfoy yesterday. The Slytherin had been reading a book down by the lake, lying stretched out on the grass catching the weak rays of light as it filtered through the trees. Harry had been about to run up and jump on him when his stomach had plummeted. Pansy had sat up, from where her head had been resting on Draco’s stomach, just out of Harry’s line of vision, and had kissed Malfoy gently on the lips.
Harry had spent the rest of the afternoon trying to get rid of the awful taste in his mouth by smashing things up in the small alcove above Gryffindor Tower. He fucking hated Pansy. He hated Malfoy. He hated Malfoy for still seeing her. Hated it.
“I had to meet with some people from Montrose. They want me to do some,” he flailed for a moment and avoided Ginny’s eyes, “some product endorsement I think.” Ginny snuggled into the crook of his arm, her damp hair soaking in a little into his shirt.
“Okay, that sounds good. What product?”
Fuck. Harry racked his brain trying to think of a product that Quidditch would try and promote. Broom polish? Trading cards? Stickers of-
Ginny’s lips sucked lightly on his neck and her hand broke free of his own. Harry shifted awkwardly as it began to trail south, tracing circles with her long nails as it went. Harry fixed his eyes stoically on his homework in front of him.
Magical properties and realisations that are benefited from the release of magical charge within any adept charm can have an overt and blatant effect on the target on which the incantation is pursuing.
“What’s wrong?”
Harry eyes snapped back to Ginny and he realised his body had gone rigid. He forcibly relaxed and sent her a watery smile.
“N-nothing. I’m just, kind o-of…” his voiced trailed off as Ginny’s hand slipped cleanly into his trousers. Where there was absolutely no reaction whatsoever from a usually very loyal part of Harry’s anatomy. Her hand slipped around his soft cock and he could feel her eyes on him.
“What’s wrong?” She asked again, her hand gently moving over the skin.
“It’s uh, still kind of sore from Quidditch. How I - I jumped and kind of, you know, crunched it-
Ginny’s hand quickly withdrew, and she kissed his cheek softly.
“Oh, okay then.” Her voice was kind of strained now, as if she was personally insulted Harry didn’t have an erection.
“B-but, I’m sure I’ll be right soon.” Harry said quickly as she started to get up. “I’m just not really…you know.”
Ginny nodded and smiled.
“Okay then Potter,” she said, suddenly brisk. “I’ll hold you to that though. You better watch out in the morning.” She leaned in; running her tongue smoothly over Harry’s lips and Harry felt his stomach lurch as he felt her tongue.
“Oi, get off him,” Ron’s voice echoed around the common room and Harry felt a combined rush of relief and guilt as his best mate dropped heavily into the space Ginny had recently vacated. “So gross.”
Ginny flipped her brother her middle finger and to Harry, she winked. Harry looked down at his hands, then at his homework, then the fire. Anywhere to avoid Ron’s eyes, which he just knew where trained on him. A door above Harry’s head slammed, signalling Ginny’s return to her dorm.
“Who you playing this weekend?” Ron asked conversationally, picking up Harry’s Charms. “Fuck, did we have to explain why the charm was invented? I thought it was just what it did. Dammit.” He flicked his wand towards the boys dorm and his battered school bag came bumping ceremoniously down the stairs.
“I’m sorry, Ron.”
There was as silence as Ron rummaged around for his Charms.
“Can I borrow a quill?”
Harry nodded and held out his white feathered quill, vaguely wondering where his emerald green one had gone. Ron’s face was scrunched as he hastily scribbled a variation to the rubbish Harry had been lazily writing on his own parchment.
“I’m on your side, you know.” Ron said suddenly and Harry looked at him.
“This isn’t about sides, Ron.”
The red-head frowned, his blue eyes light and they reminded Harry of Malfoy’s eyes when he was pleased. Ron’s face though, was mostly covered in freckles that spilled onto his neck and over his ears.
“I know mate, except. Don’t take this the wrong way.” Ron looked kind of sheepish as he roughly stuffed his Charms back into his bag. “But, Ginny’d get over this pretty quick. You know what she’s like, but you. You’d kind of,” Ron stopped and looked at Harry.
“I’d kind of what?”
“Obsess over it.” Ron said in a rush.
“I would not!”
“Harry, mate. You would. Honestly, you’d feel bad about it for ages and start second guessing everything, not that that’s necessarily always a bad thing!” he said quickly as Harry opened his mouth to interrupt testily. “I just reckon that, you would take this worse than she would. That’s all. You would be brooding over this long after Ginny had gotten over it.”
Harry somehow didn’t think he would.
~~~
Author's Notes:
CHECK THIS OUT!
OMG! mariquita_ = a god. No, wait...THE God.
And because I only just realised that this little bit doesn't actually have any angst in it...I thought I'd put in a section from the next chapters so you know that it is coming...
"How fucking dare he. Okay, so Potter was officially still connected to the Weasel slut. What did that mean? He, Draco, and Pansy were still receiving mail addressed to both of them. Fuck him. Fuck. Him. Fuck. Him. Goddamn it. Draco felt his inside begin to churn with the need to vent. He felt the magic crackling around his person..."
Nothing better than Malfoy!rage. NIGHT NIGHT ALL YOU SEXY HARRY/DRACONIANS...
Jessica