Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/7856026. 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 Open Doors-approved project in January 2015. We e-mailed all authors about the move and posted announcements, but may not have reached everyone. If you are (or know) this author or artist, please contact me using the e-mail address at the Ink_Stained_Fingers_collection profile. 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." Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!