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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J.K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Draco_Malfoy/Harry_Potter, Harry_Potter/Ron_Weasley
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Draco_Malfoy, Ron_Weasley
  Additional Tags:
      Challenge_Response, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Unusual_Sexual
      Situation
  Collections:
      Ink_Stained_Fingers
  Stats:
      Published: 2003-05-02 Words: 1620
****** Sure Gonna Miss It ******
by Pale Rider [archived by ISF_Archivist]
Summary
     Harry’s going to miss Hogwarts. Draco is, too.
Notes
     This story was originally archived at Ink_Stained_Fingers, which was
     created in 2002 as a home for Harry Potter slash fiction. To preserve
     the archive, we began manually importing its works to the AO3 as an
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     Author's notes: USS: Draco is a bit of a voyeur, and enjoys Harry’s
     underpants *way* too much.
Sure Gonna Miss It




  "Great game, everyone," Harry announced as the younger players finished
  changing back into their normal clothes. "All of you should be proud of the
  way you played, and that you won the cup for Gryffindor."
  "You won the cup," Dennis Creevey protested, straightening his robe.
  "Wouldn't have been much winning if you'd let that Bludger get to Ron, would
  there?" Harry asked. "You all contributed... so you'll all get to enjoy the
  party tonight. Now go get some rest so you can enjoy it."
  "What about you?"
  "Ron and I still have some cleaning up to do in here," Harry said. "So you
  lot get along..."
  "Okay, okay... we're oing..." the group of younger students replied, then
  stampeded out of the locker room, leaving only Ron Weasley and Harry Potter
  behind. The door closed so hard behind them that it fell open again several
  times before finally closing all the way.
  Harry and Ron quickly gathered up the last of the Quidditch gear that had
  been left laying around the locker room, returning bottles of broom oil and
  leather gloves to their appropriate places. "Guess that's the last of it,"
  Ron said, gathering up a few stray twigs and dropping them in the
  wastebasket.
  "Then I suppose it's our turn to use the showers," Harry said, grinning as he
  shrugged out of his Quidditch robes. He put them on a hanger in his locker,
  then sat down to strip off his boots and socks. Tossing his socks towards the
  dirty laundry hamper, he pulled off his T-shirt and leggings, revealing
  nearly the full extent of the muscles he'd gained from constantly playing
  Quidditch. Again, his clothes found their way to the dirty laundry, and he
  was left wearing nothing but a pair of briefs that clung tightly to his
  shapely ass and crotch, maroon cotton cloth trimmed with Gryffindor gold.
  "House loyalty to the last stitch, eh?" Ron asked, tossing his own clothes
  towards the hamper. His body was even more muscled than Harry's, since his
  position at Keeper required more brute force. The redhead wore midnight-blue
  boxer-briefs, just as clingy as Harry's and revealing just as shapely and
  impressive a package.
  "It is the last," Harry sighed, sitting on the bench next to Ron, "our very
  last game." He gnawed gently on his lip for a moment, then added, "I'm really
  going to miss this place."
  "It won't be so bad," Ron said, throwing an arm around the smaller boy's
  shoulders. "At least you won't have to go back to those Dursleys... and I
  know you love the Burrow."
  "I do," Harry said, "but it won't be the same."
  "Well, once you've finished your apprenticeship in a couple of years you'll
  be back here," Ron countered. "It'll be something to look forward to."
  "Yeah, but I won't get to beat Malfoy anymore," Harry complained.
  "So that's what this is about, huh? Saddened you'll be leaving Malfoy
  behind?"
  "Indeed," Harry said, standing. He turned away from Ron and lowered his
  briefs, kicking them towards the hamper. As they fell short halfway there, he
  turned back to show the redhead his thick, 6 inch, erect cock. "Because," he
  continued, "beating him makes me so damn horny." Then he grabbed onto Ron's
  hair and pulled the larger boy's head into his crotch.
  Ron didn't complain; instead, he opened his mouth and practically inhaled
  Harry's cock. He sucked hungrily on the raven-haired boy's throbbing
  erection, clamping his hands onto the smaller boy's plump ass-cheeks and
  pulling him even closer. Between Harry's thrusting into Ron's mouth, and
  Ron's pulling Harry into his own, they set up a fast rhythm, punctuated by
  Harry's gasps and moans. Ron moved from sitting on the bench to kneeling on
  the floor so he could get a better angle on Harry's crotch. His tongue
  flicked out on some downstrokes, swiping at Harry's balls and provoking added
  moans.
  Only a minute later, Harry pulled himself out of Ron's mouth. With a
  determined push he forced the larger boy to lay down on the floor, then knelt
  and yanked off Ron's boxer-briefs. Out popped Ron's 8-inch monster, hard,
  throbbing, and dripping lubricant. With no further hesitation, Harry clamped
  his mouth onto Ron's cock as the redhead returned the favor, and they began a
  furious sixty-nine. Mere moments later, both boys came explosively; Ron
  swallowed every last drop of Harry's load, but his own load was too much for
  the smaller boy to handle. Harry quickly lapped up the drops that had escaped
 his mouth, then lowered his head to rest on Ron's thigh.
  Several minutes passed before either boy could move. Then Ron grabbed hold of
  Harry and gently rolled him onto the floor. Standing, the larger boy lifted
  the Seeker into his arms and carried him into the showers. By the time the
  hot water was flowing, Harry had come to his senses enough to stand on his
  own, and grabbed a washcloth to start lathering Ron up.
  The boys washed each other with an ease borne of years living in each other's
  pockets. Though there were moments when they came close together and lightly
  kissed each other's cheeks or hugged, for the most part it was a businesslike
  affair. Only when Ron was massaging shampoo into Harry's hair did things take
  a turn for the erotic, with Harry moaning appreciatively at the stronger
  boy's scalp-massaging techniques.
  "Merlin, Harry, you're getting me turned on again," Ron muttered, feeling his
  cock go rock hard at the sound of Harry's tenor voice sighing with approval.
  "Then take care of it," Harry said, spreading his legs and leaning forward so
  his hands were against the tile wall. Water cascaded down over his head,
  washing away the thick lather as he added, "Don't worry about anything,
  just... I'm hard again too."
  Ron needed no further urging. He placed his hands on Harry's hips, lined his
  cock up with the other boy's anus and plunged forward, only a little
  surprised that he slid into Harry's body with ease. "Oh Harry," he sighed,
  "you lovely, lovely lad. You got yourself ready for this before the game,
  didn't you?"
  "Cleaned and lubed," Harry murmured, his eyes closed and mouth half-open with
  pleasure. "I knew we'd win..."
  "Oh Merlin, how I love you," Ron gasped, then began to thrust into the other
  boy. He tried to control his pace, but Harry was incredibly tight,
  unnaturally hot, and velvet-soft around him. Ron couldn't help but thrust as
  fast and hard as he could, crying out in time with his best friend and lover
  as each stroke hit bottom.
  Only a few moments later, both boys came again, Ron plunging himself deep
  into Harry's body as the smaller boy convulsed in the throes of a powerful
  orgasm. Both boys sank onto the tile floor, Ron sliding out of Harry, and the
  other boy turning around to lick the last traces of the redhead's orgasm from
  his penis before they washed away.
  When Harry was satisfied he'd caught all he could, he let Ron pull him into a
  tight embrace, their lips sealing together as the water flowed over their
  faces. Then, after several minutes of kissing, Ron reached up and turned off
  the shower. Helping Harry to his feet, the larger boy grabbed a towel and
  went to work on Harry's raven locks, as Harry started drying Ron's well-
  defined torso. They worked in silence, stealing quick kisses as they blotted
  away the excess water. Then Ron wrapped Harry up in a towel and carried him
  out of the showers, kicking and giggling all the way.
  When they crossed into the locker room, both boys quickly changed back into
  their normal clothes, Ron taking a moment to comb his short hair. Harry, of
  course, didn't bother. Then, after another quick kiss, they scampered out of
  the locker room, grinning like cats in a room full of flightless canaries.
  A few moments later, there was a shimmering of the air, a rustle of silk on
  silk, and an Invisibility Cloak was tossed aside to reveal Draco Malfoy
  standing naked in the middle of the Gryffindor locker room. His cock was
  steel-hard, his body trembling and flushed with arousal. He slowly crossed
  the room to the hamper, kneeling down and grabbing Harry's discarded briefs
  with shaking hands. At a stately, almost reverent pace, he lifted the
  underpants to his face and breathed deeply through his nose, inhaling the
  scent from the place where Harry's penis had been during their game.
  With a whimper, he lowered the briefs and reached one hand behind him. Still
  kneeling, he slid three fingers into his already-lubed ass as he wrapped
  Harry's underpants around his cock. Sliding down further onto the fingers, he
  gave his penis three quick strokes and came violently, his semen quickly
  saturating the flimsy cloth and spilling onto the floor. His back arched
  several times as his cock continued to pulse with his orgasm for nearly a
  minute before he toppled onto the cold tiles, his damp blonde hair spread
  around his head like a halo.
  Several minutes passed before he moved again, and then it was only to
  withdraw his fingers from his ass. It was another several minutes before he
  finally gathered the wherewithal to actually stand up. With a precision
  wrought by frequent practice, he wiped off his fingers and the excess semen
  using a towel already dirtied by a Gryffindor player. Then, with a sigh of
  regret, he dropped both towel and underpants into the hamper.
  His business finished, Draco crossed the room and retrieved his invisibility
  cloak. He looked around the locker room, sighed again, and murmured, "I'm
  really going to miss watching them celebrate."
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