Krum/Draco snippet

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OK, here's the Krum/Draco smut scene, as a thank you for the rec ;-) This will be part of a fic for the Quidditch Slash fest if I ever get the main pairing to lay a hand on each other (they're being very disobedient). Story so far - Draco has cunningly tricked Ron into taking a potion, you know, the usual erection-that-won't-go-away sort (don't groan, it was part of the challenge I got!). He and Harry are still lurking in the Quidditch changing rooms and being far too stupid to work out how to get rid of it. To save me dropping a book of instructions on their stupid heads, some kind demonstrators show up...bless them.

Ron was still ranting. "I'll kill them all! Wait till I get my hands on Malfoy, I'll…"

Harry opened his mouth to speak, but stopped at a sound behind him. He pushed Ron back slightly and pulled the door towards him to shield Ron from sight. Their teammates had been pulling his leg mercilessly all the time they showered and changed, and a repeat was the last thing he needed.

However, it was not the expected sight of a Gryffindor team member returning for a forgotten item that greeted him as he turned towards the sound. Harry frankly stared as Draco Malfoy was dragged by the scruff of his neck into the changing rooms by none other than Viktor Krum.

"You!" Harry could feel the pieces of the puzzle falling into place.

Krum nodded. "I haff been training the Slytherin team for a few weeks. Some, more than others." He rested his hand firmly and possessively on Malfoy's shoulder, and Harry was surprised to see the Slytherin lean slightly in towards him as he did so. Was this what he thought it was?

"Now, vare is Mister Veasley? Draco vould like to apologise for his behaviour."

Harry nudged the door open again and a wide-eyed Ron took in the scene for the first time.

"Vell?" Krum pushed Malfoy forward.

"I'm so very sorry. It was a stupid trick to play." Malfoy drawled it in a voice dripping with insincerity.

"That's no good, Draco. I told you vot vould happen if you did not do as I say." Krum's voice was stern, and Harry saw Malfoy suppress a shiver of apprehension. What the hell was going on here?

Krum turned towards Ron once more. "Mister Veasley, if you vish some assistance Draco vill help you vith that."

Ron blanched. "Help me with…?"

Krum nodded. "His training, it is coming along, though he still needs some practice. Shall I tell him to help? His mouth, it feels very good."

Ron opened and closed his mouth a few times before turning to Harry in mute appeal. Casting a sideways glance at Malfoy, Harry could see the boy suppressing his rage, but with a certain resignation in his eyes. God, he'd really do it too, he realised.

"I don't think that's necessary, but um, thanks for the offer." Harry couldn't suppress a slight smirk as his eyes passed over the humiliated Malfoy. He heard Ron let out a relieved breath behind him.

"Very vell, but Draco must be punished. Mister Veasley was embarrassed, vas he not?"

"Oh yeah." Ron may have been floored by the thought of Malfoy touching him, but Harry would have been more surprised if he'd not wanted a little bit of revenge.

"Vell then, Draco, you may perform for me instead. The practice, it vill do you good." Krum moved back to lean against the red and gold patterned tiles decorating the changing room wall and waited. After a few seconds, Malfoy sullenly dropped to his knees, his slightly shaking hands sliding up and over Krum's legs through his robes.

Harry watched, fascinated and unable to tear his gaze away, as Malfoy parted the robes and located a zip in the close fitting trousers Krum wore underneath. In moments the zip and trousers were down far enough for a long thick cock to spring up into Malfoy's face. Without hesitation Malfoy wrapped a hand around it, stroking with an ease that betrayed a degree of familiarity as he nervously wet his lips with a darting tongue. Harry tried to imagine what that little snake-like tongue would feel like flicking against his cock while encased in a hot eager mouth…and he really needed to stop thinking things like that. He squirmed slightly, wondering quite when the day had slipped into the sort of alternate reality where Draco Malfoy – Draco Malfoy - was apparently about to suck off Viktor Krum in front of himself and Ron in the middle of the Gryffindor changing rooms. He didn't dare look at Ron, or move in case he slipped back to the real world where sex didn't happen at school, or at least not anywhere near him.

All thoughts of Ron flew from his mind as soon as Malfoy began to lick his way up Krum's erection. Harry noted with curiosity the way he slowly nipped and rubbed the ridge of his teeth against the sensitive underside before teasingly running his lips up the length and pulling away again to flick darting licks at it. He rubbed his face catlike against Krum's leg and hip as the man relaxed further against the wall under the attention, rising and falling on his knees as he did so, until his mouth was level with the swollen tip of Krum's cock. He paused, ran his hand smoothly down the thick shaft of flesh to fully expose the sensitive head, and parted his pale lips to take it slowly inside his mouth.

Harry held his breath as he watched Krum push his hips forward to thrust further into Malfoy's eager mouth, both of them seemingly unaware of the audience by now, and in the grip of a compulsion Harry could barely grasp except with a vague echo of need in the pit of his stomach and the growing hardness his hands were aching to touch.

Malfoy was sucking enthusiastically enough, lips closed tight as he slid them slowly, twisting and stroking, up and down, up and down. Harry could see Malfoy was working his tongue around the tip as he slid to the end, then sucking with a smack of his lips before sinking back down. With a shock he realised the Slytherin seemed to be actually enjoying himself, or was at least doing a convincing impression of it. As the boy rose again slightly, bucking towards Krum, he saw that Malfoy's left hand was pressed tightly against his robes over his own noticeable erection.

Ron's heavy breathing behind him told him he wasn't entirely alone in having found the performance interesting so far. He was sorely tempted to glance at Ron to see his reaction, but suddenly Krum was panting and murmuring something indistinct, his head rolling against the damp shower room wall, strands of dark hair clinging wetly to the tiles. He clutched at Malfoy's head, fingers grasping hard at the fine blond hair until Harry was sure he was going to pull handfuls out. Malfoy kept his head still as Krum groaned and tensed, thrusting his hips one last time before Malfoy's pale throat clearly gulped, swallowing Krum's release.

Malfoy wiped his mouth off as he stood again, eyes fixed on Krum as if he wanted to pretend neither of the others were present. Harry couldn't blame him for that.

"Very good Draco. There is hope for you yet." Krum rearranged his robes and turned to Harry. "Good day, and congratulations on the vin. Come Draco, ve will take care of your little problem elsevare."

As their footsteps echoed down the corridor Ron turned wide eyes towards Harry. "Bloody hell. I wish I'd said yes now."