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Fic: Green Eyed Monster, Ron/Draco, Harry Potter, Prompt 8 - Pitch
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tamingthemuse challenge of "Pitch". One of these days I'm actually going to write a Ron/Harry with actual Ron/Harry in it. *g*
Title: Green Eyed Monster
Fandom: Harry Potter
Prompt: #8 - Pitch
Pairing: Ron/Draco, Harry
Rating: Mature/Adults Only
Spoilers: Set during The Half Blood Prince.
Summary: Harry catches his best friend and his worst rival in the act and it sparks something deep inside him.
Warnings: Underage, voyerism.
Green Eyed Monster
Harry flew high above the Quidditch pitch, all but ignoring the loud and lively practice below him. The Ravenclaws had the pitch for the evening but everyone was used to seeing Harry circling the grounds, either trying to clear his head or just enjoying the cooling nights. A few players were concerned about the Gryffindor seeker watching them during practice, but no one had enough courage to say anything about it.
What none of them knew was that he couldn't care less about what the rival team had planned for the upcoming match. Harry was waiting, watching, hunting.
His sharp, green eyes scanned the pitch and surrounding area, knowing they were there, somewhere, hiding. Suddenly, he spotted a flash of red darting from the castle heading toward the pitch. Almost as if on cue, a blur of white moved from behind the broom shed, quickly moving toward the stands.
Harry waited until both boys slipped under the flashy, colorful fabric covering the wooden stands before gliding down silently and slipping under the green and silver banner. He followed the sounds of them, grunting and panting. He was surprised to find them kissing. That was a first. Normally by the time we had found them, they were already in the midst of their passion, past the point of lips and tongues.
He found it odd, almost uncomfortable, watching them like this, so intimately joined, lip to lip. It was ridiculous, of course, considering he'd been watching them fuck for weeks.
Harry remembered the first time he'd caught them. He'd been flying for no other reason but to clear his head. He had been swooping high over the grounds of Hogwarts when he'd spotted the familiar flash of white darting under the Slytherin stands. The Boy Who Lived had been keeping an eye on his most hated rival for weeks now, sure that Draco Malfoy was up to no good. The blond heir had been sneaking around and acting more suspicious than usual and Harry was dying to catch him in the act of some wrongdoing.
He had barged under the decorative tarp in a rage, wand drawn. What he had seen froze him on the spot.
Draco Malfoy was raping his best friend.
Harry had taken a deep, steadying breath, readying the worst hex he could recall on the tip of his tongue. Then Ron had moaned Draco's name.
It was then that Harry had noticed that Ron was hard, achingly so, as his cock strained in his own hand as the red-haired boy stroked himself hard, matching the thrusts of the pale boy behind him. Harry froze, entranced, as Ron and Draco shagged, long and hard in the soft grass, both whimpering and groaning, declaring their need but not their love.
They came hard, Ron muffling his cries in the long grass while Draco shoved his fist between his teeth to keep from being heard.
But Harry had heard.
The two boys had cleaned and dressed, quickly and efficiently with barely two words spoken between them. Draco had called Ron "Weasel" and Ron had told Draco to "Fuck off" but the two boys were so into each other, neither one noticed the raven-haired boy who had continued to stare long after they had left.
Harry had waited for his best friend to say something of the affair, waited for a tearful confession or the need to plot revenge. But Ron never mentioned it, never even hinted at the encounter. It left Harry feeling itchy and raw.
Harry began to watch Draco even more closely, waiting for the boy to slip up and show some hint, some small indication of his desire. But Draco showed the cool façade he always had and the desire for Harry to wrap his fingers around that long, aristocratic neck grew stronger every day.
He began to wait for them, knowing they would be meeting again, indulging in their carnal desire with the other. It was never sweet and romantic. They always meet with a hard need and an edge. Sometimes they pushed and fought, spitting curses at each other before Draco pushed Ron over and filled him fully.
And all the times he had watched, they never knew he was there.
Like now, the two boys were so into each other, kissing and nipping at soft, full lips, they never heard Harry approach, even when his steps were clumsy and foolish. Harry had considered hiding beneath his invisibility cloak more than once, but he'd quickly learned there was no need. His presence was never an issue.
As he moved closer, he watched as Ron slid his tongue into Draco's mouth, the other boy accepting it greedily as they began to pull at each other's robes. As layers of fabric began to fall on the soft grass, the kiss turned desperate, each boy moaning loudly into the cavern of their joined mouths.
Harry marveled at the beauty of them as they slowly became exposed to him. Draco's skin was pale and luminous, as if it emitted its own light with its soft perfection. Ron was freckled and dusted with a light covering of strawberry blond hair. It was as firm and tempting as a perfect peach on a hot summer's day.
As each piece of flesh was exposed, hands explored, needing to relearn, reexamine what Harry knew was known territory. The lovers stripped each other deliberately, needing to see and touch. First fingertips, then hands, then lips explored the newly exposed skin.
Harry licked his lips, wondering what each would taste like. They were so different, he wondered if he could tell between them just by sampling their lips.
They danced and moved, thrusting and rocking against each other as they tasted and kissed, felt and explored. Finally, Draco moved Ron into the familiar position, what Harry had been waiting for. Ron willingly took his place on his hands and knees, opening himself like a whore for the other. Draco knelt behind him and took what the other offered, both boys moaning as the Slytherin entered the pliant boy fully in one long thrust.
Harry never noticed when his own hand stole beneath his robes. He never acknowledged the fist that stroked his need in time with Draco's cock and Ron's hand. He never heard the names of both boys slip for his lips as he watched their intimate dance.
In just a matter of minutes, they were coming, all of them, and the sounds of their release echoed in the relative safety they had found. Harry watched as the boys slowly caught their breath. Draco leaned forward, placing a small, chaste kiss between Ron's freckled shoulder blades before they moved, quickly casting cleansing charms before replacing their clothes.
Harry watched in silence, his hand still hidden with the folds of his robes, as Ron leaned in to steal one last kiss before the boys made to leave.
"Same time Thursday?" Draco asked.
"Can't on Thursday," Ron answered. "I have to work with Hermione and Harry on some stuff. Wouldn't do to have anyone getting suspicious."
Draco laughed a quiet but sincere laugh. "Honestly, Ron. Do you really think anyone would ever suspect this?"
Harry watched as his best friend shook his head before leaning in for one last kiss from his lover's lips. "Not in a million years."
Then they left, each of them slipping out a different way, ignoring the seething boy standing in plain view.
Harry pulled his hand from his robes before bringing it to his face. Instead of a charm, the raven-haired boy licked his come covered fingers clean as he began to plot his revenge against them.
Did they really think they could ignore him, discount him like this? Could they really think he wouldn't know, wouldn't care? Who were they compared to him? They were nothing. They should want him. Need him. Why didn't they?
As he raged inside, Harry never noticed his emerald eyes flashing bright with jealousy or the throbbing of his scar. He didn't care. They had brought this on themselves. They had unleashed this monster and they would have to deal with him.
~~~The End~~~
tamingthemuse challenge of "Pitch". One of these days I'm actually going to write a Ron/Harry with actual Ron/Harry in it. *g*Title: Green Eyed Monster
Fandom: Harry Potter
Prompt: #8 - Pitch
Pairing: Ron/Draco, Harry
Rating: Mature/Adults Only
Spoilers: Set during The Half Blood Prince.
Summary: Harry catches his best friend and his worst rival in the act and it sparks something deep inside him.
Warnings: Underage, voyerism.
Harry flew high above the Quidditch pitch, all but ignoring the loud and lively practice below him. The Ravenclaws had the pitch for the evening but everyone was used to seeing Harry circling the grounds, either trying to clear his head or just enjoying the cooling nights. A few players were concerned about the Gryffindor seeker watching them during practice, but no one had enough courage to say anything about it.
What none of them knew was that he couldn't care less about what the rival team had planned for the upcoming match. Harry was waiting, watching, hunting.
His sharp, green eyes scanned the pitch and surrounding area, knowing they were there, somewhere, hiding. Suddenly, he spotted a flash of red darting from the castle heading toward the pitch. Almost as if on cue, a blur of white moved from behind the broom shed, quickly moving toward the stands.
Harry waited until both boys slipped under the flashy, colorful fabric covering the wooden stands before gliding down silently and slipping under the green and silver banner. He followed the sounds of them, grunting and panting. He was surprised to find them kissing. That was a first. Normally by the time we had found them, they were already in the midst of their passion, past the point of lips and tongues.
He found it odd, almost uncomfortable, watching them like this, so intimately joined, lip to lip. It was ridiculous, of course, considering he'd been watching them fuck for weeks.
Harry remembered the first time he'd caught them. He'd been flying for no other reason but to clear his head. He had been swooping high over the grounds of Hogwarts when he'd spotted the familiar flash of white darting under the Slytherin stands. The Boy Who Lived had been keeping an eye on his most hated rival for weeks now, sure that Draco Malfoy was up to no good. The blond heir had been sneaking around and acting more suspicious than usual and Harry was dying to catch him in the act of some wrongdoing.
He had barged under the decorative tarp in a rage, wand drawn. What he had seen froze him on the spot.
Draco Malfoy was raping his best friend.
Harry had taken a deep, steadying breath, readying the worst hex he could recall on the tip of his tongue. Then Ron had moaned Draco's name.
It was then that Harry had noticed that Ron was hard, achingly so, as his cock strained in his own hand as the red-haired boy stroked himself hard, matching the thrusts of the pale boy behind him. Harry froze, entranced, as Ron and Draco shagged, long and hard in the soft grass, both whimpering and groaning, declaring their need but not their love.
They came hard, Ron muffling his cries in the long grass while Draco shoved his fist between his teeth to keep from being heard.
But Harry had heard.
The two boys had cleaned and dressed, quickly and efficiently with barely two words spoken between them. Draco had called Ron "Weasel" and Ron had told Draco to "Fuck off" but the two boys were so into each other, neither one noticed the raven-haired boy who had continued to stare long after they had left.
Harry had waited for his best friend to say something of the affair, waited for a tearful confession or the need to plot revenge. But Ron never mentioned it, never even hinted at the encounter. It left Harry feeling itchy and raw.
Harry began to watch Draco even more closely, waiting for the boy to slip up and show some hint, some small indication of his desire. But Draco showed the cool façade he always had and the desire for Harry to wrap his fingers around that long, aristocratic neck grew stronger every day.
He began to wait for them, knowing they would be meeting again, indulging in their carnal desire with the other. It was never sweet and romantic. They always meet with a hard need and an edge. Sometimes they pushed and fought, spitting curses at each other before Draco pushed Ron over and filled him fully.
And all the times he had watched, they never knew he was there.
Like now, the two boys were so into each other, kissing and nipping at soft, full lips, they never heard Harry approach, even when his steps were clumsy and foolish. Harry had considered hiding beneath his invisibility cloak more than once, but he'd quickly learned there was no need. His presence was never an issue.
As he moved closer, he watched as Ron slid his tongue into Draco's mouth, the other boy accepting it greedily as they began to pull at each other's robes. As layers of fabric began to fall on the soft grass, the kiss turned desperate, each boy moaning loudly into the cavern of their joined mouths.
Harry marveled at the beauty of them as they slowly became exposed to him. Draco's skin was pale and luminous, as if it emitted its own light with its soft perfection. Ron was freckled and dusted with a light covering of strawberry blond hair. It was as firm and tempting as a perfect peach on a hot summer's day.
As each piece of flesh was exposed, hands explored, needing to relearn, reexamine what Harry knew was known territory. The lovers stripped each other deliberately, needing to see and touch. First fingertips, then hands, then lips explored the newly exposed skin.
Harry licked his lips, wondering what each would taste like. They were so different, he wondered if he could tell between them just by sampling their lips.
They danced and moved, thrusting and rocking against each other as they tasted and kissed, felt and explored. Finally, Draco moved Ron into the familiar position, what Harry had been waiting for. Ron willingly took his place on his hands and knees, opening himself like a whore for the other. Draco knelt behind him and took what the other offered, both boys moaning as the Slytherin entered the pliant boy fully in one long thrust.
Harry never noticed when his own hand stole beneath his robes. He never acknowledged the fist that stroked his need in time with Draco's cock and Ron's hand. He never heard the names of both boys slip for his lips as he watched their intimate dance.
In just a matter of minutes, they were coming, all of them, and the sounds of their release echoed in the relative safety they had found. Harry watched as the boys slowly caught their breath. Draco leaned forward, placing a small, chaste kiss between Ron's freckled shoulder blades before they moved, quickly casting cleansing charms before replacing their clothes.
Harry watched in silence, his hand still hidden with the folds of his robes, as Ron leaned in to steal one last kiss before the boys made to leave.
"Same time Thursday?" Draco asked.
"Can't on Thursday," Ron answered. "I have to work with Hermione and Harry on some stuff. Wouldn't do to have anyone getting suspicious."
Draco laughed a quiet but sincere laugh. "Honestly, Ron. Do you really think anyone would ever suspect this?"
Harry watched as his best friend shook his head before leaning in for one last kiss from his lover's lips. "Not in a million years."
Then they left, each of them slipping out a different way, ignoring the seething boy standing in plain view.
Harry pulled his hand from his robes before bringing it to his face. Instead of a charm, the raven-haired boy licked his come covered fingers clean as he began to plot his revenge against them.
Did they really think they could ignore him, discount him like this? Could they really think he wouldn't know, wouldn't care? Who were they compared to him? They were nothing. They should want him. Need him. Why didn't they?
As he raged inside, Harry never noticed his emerald eyes flashing bright with jealousy or the throbbing of his scar. He didn't care. They had brought this on themselves. They had unleashed this monster and they would have to deal with him.
~~~The End~~~