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The Changing Room Incident

ao3 author: Je_mappelle_lafayette

summary: After winning the Quidditch match Malfoy relishes in his victory, not knowing just how much he has won.

As soon as he entered the changing rooms, Draco could hear the cheers and shouts of their hard-earned victory. It crashed into him like a wave or a gust of wind. He smirked, he knew better. While the victory was earned it was certainly not deserved. Although he was quite proud of himself for coming up with this scheme, they had won, even if it was by cheating. He strode over to his stall, taking his time, he stripped of his robes and peeled his sweat-drenched underclothes off. Grabbing a towel he made his way to the shower. There was hardly anyone left at this point, everybody was rushing to get back to the common rooms to celebrate winning the Quidditch final.
He blasted the scalding water on, relieving his muscles from any tension they previously carried. He lathered his palms with mint scented shower oil and meticulously applied it all over his body, making sure to clean in between his toes and belly button.

Of course, he could have just used a simple cleaning charm and be done with it but he found he enjoyed putting time and effort into his appearance, it relaxed him. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he turned off the shower and stepped out. Merlin, he could not even begin to describe the look on Potter's face after he caught the snitch, it was just priceless, utterly priceless.
Draco paused and looked around, he noticed there wasn't anyone left inside the changing room besides himself. He sighed in relief, he hardly got a moment's rest from the rest of the world and he really needed it right now. He spoke too soon though as suddenly Harry stormed in through the doors, fuming, face red with rage. He internally chuckled he had anticipated this would happen, but by God's, it was worth it.
Harry charged up to Draco, fists clenched ready to strike.

" You foul, no good, cheating scum Malfoy! Were you so desperately lacking in talents and skill that you had to fucking cheat?!"
" I have no idea what you're talking about, Potter," Draco replied coolly. Harry was a foot or so in front of him and he could practically feel the heat of his anger radiating from him.

"You know bloody damn well what I'm talking about!" roared Harry. This was getting fun. Oh how he enjoyed tormenting him, there was nothing better than Harry losing his temper.

" It must have been Crabbe," he replied offhandedly. It took everything in him not to burst out laughing at how furious Harry was. " Crabbe can't follow instructions for a plan nevermind think up of one himself." Harry retorted. He smirked, " Well done, Potter. You're not as dim-witted as you look." " Why you little...
Harry had taken a step forward but was instantly frozen in place. His eyes narrowed to Draco's torso. "You're wearing a towel." He stated.
Draco rolled his eyes. Did that git only just notice? " Are you actually slow as shit Potter? As surprising it is to you other people have standards, unlike you, and yes do in fact shower." Draco snarled.

This was it, this is where he broke.

Harry glared at him, he took a step forward and erased any bit of space left between them. Instinctively Draco stepped back while Harry stepped forward again. This carried on until Draco suddenly realised, a little too late, that he was being cornered against the wall of the bathroom. Harry forcefully shoved him, his arm pinning Draco across the chest against the cool tiled wall. He involuntarily shivered.

"What did you just say?" Harry growled.

Was it the hot steam that made Draco light headed or was he imagining it but Merlin Harry was fucking hot when he was angry. NO. He just needs to clear his head. Potter was anything but hot. He was repulsive and an irritating prick. He was NOT hot.