Persistence, Perpetuation and Pee

by dustycottonball

Summary:

Draco has a small bladder and constantly gets into various situations where he needs to pee.

A story about Draco and Harry's budding romance with omorashi in each chapter.

Notes:

• For Violet100.

More omo stories featuring Draco as requested by Violet100 :)

As usual, don't read if you don't like/don't know what omorashi is!

Chapter 1

Summary:

Draco makes a delivery to the Ministry of Magic.

Draco Malfoy stepped into one of the Ministry lifts, a tray of potions vials trailing in front of him. He gave an involuntary shiver. He did not like being in the Ministry for prolonged periods of time. It was too bad that next to St Mungo's, one of his biggest clients was the Department of Mysteries. He had spent the past few weeks brewing potions they specifically ordered, and being self-employed, he had no choice but to deliver the orders himself. 

The lift began moving down to Level 9. Draco lowered his tray to the ground and leaned against the side, stifling a yawn. He'd been up early to check on the potions, and he hadn't had much of a break lately. He only ate a few bites of his sandwich in the morning, but drank at least three glasses of pumpkin juice to curb his hunger. Come to think of it, he didn't even have time to go to the loo. He should really go find a restroom after delivering this order, and perhaps reward himself by having a nice lunch at Goyle's cafe later. 

Draco was so lost in thought, he started when the lift gave a jerk. Hastily glancing at his potions to make sure nothing toppled over, he looked back and realised the lift wasn't moving. Oh fuck, he thought, tapping his foot impatiently. What now?

Suddenly, the lights flickered shut. Draco cursed. He cast a Lumos and peered at the buttons. He wasn't familiar with lifts at all. There was one that looked to be an emergency button, and he hesitantly pressed it. 

"Hi, how may I help you?" a woman's voice sounded through the speaker.

"The lift's not moving and there are no lights," Draco said.

"Give me a moment, I'll get Maintenance to fix this."

"You'd better hurry. I have an order to deliver," Draco said, ignoring the protest from his bladder.

"Will do, sir." The line cut off.

Draco huffed impatiently and ran a hand through his hair. Of all the times for this to happen, it had to be now. He shifted from one foot to the other, alternating between staring at the fluttering Ministry memos above his head and checking on his potions. At least there was nobody stuck with him. That would be so awkward, especially if it was someone he knew in passing at Hogwarts. He shuddered to think how he may have been stuck with Harry Potter. He knew from the Prophet's incessant reporting that Potter was an Auror, and it really wouldn't do to be stuck in a sodding lift with the righteous, bespectacled git.

Draco ground his teeth and checked his watch. The lift still wasn't moving, and his bladder wasn't cooperating at all. If anything, he felt hungry and he needed to pee even more. What he needed was a bit of distraction. Draco started pacing around the perimeter of the lift, checking his reflection in the mirror. He frowned at the dark circles under his eyes and made a mental note to moisturise and have a good rest once he got home.

Just then, Draco felt a trickle of pee coming out and soaking his underwear. He gasped and stood at the corner, not daring to move. He could already feel the blush spreading across his cheeks at the thought of wetting himself like a child. No, no, no, he thought desperately and pressed the emergency button again. 

"Hi, how may I help you?" It was the same witch from before.

"Have you fixed the lift yet?" Draco ground out from between his teeth. He could feel more pee threatening to come out.

"Not yet, just give us a few more minutes, sir. Maintenance is repairing it right now and it should be ready in no time."

"Well, if you must know, I'm late for delivery and my lunch appointment. So please see that it's fixed as soon as possible," Draco used the imperious tone he learned from his father, although it probably didn't have the desired effect while he was clutching at his crotch with one hand and trying very hard not to wet himself.

"My apologies, sir. We're doing our best," the witch assured him. 

Draco whimpered, now nearly dancing from one foot to the other. Just a few more minutes, he tried to reassure himself, but today seemed to be his unlucky day. The lift was just too cold, he was shivering, and he couldn't help the second trickle of pee that escaped him. Draco could feel it soaking through his underwear, and more of it trailing down his thighs. 

"Fuck," he sobbed out, pressing the heel of his hand harder into his crotch and not daring to breathe.

All of a sudden, the lift jerked and started moving again. Draco almost sighed in relief, glancing to make sure his potions vials were all right. It wouldn't be long before he could drop off this tray with the receiptionist and quickly hightail it to the nearest loo. 

If Draco hadn't been so distracted, he would have noticed the lift changing directions. It went sideways and instead of going down to the Department of Mysteries, it went up. 

"What's happening?" Draco's eyes grew wide, when he realised he forgot to press the button for Level 9 again once the lift was repaired. Instead, the lift was travelling to another godforsaken department in the Ministry! Draco desperately pressed the button for Level 9 to no avail. This time, his poor bladder couldn't take it anymore. Draco bent down, whimpering as pee escaped him. He looked down to see his grey trousers and shoes completely soaked through, and there was no stopping it. Pee formed a big puddle on the floor, and coming to his senses, Draco quickly cast a levitating charm on his tray, just as the lift chimed and stopped. 

"Level 2, Department of Magical Law Enforcement." 

Draco glanced up in horror as the lift doors opened to reveal none other than his schoolyard rival.

Harry Potter was standing at the other side of the doors and - Draco loathed to admit - looking quite fit in his Auror robes. He gave Draco a once over and his mouth was open wide as he took in what must be a very embarrassing scene. Draco could feel a deep blush spreading across his cheeks and down his neck.

Belatedly, Draco came to his senses and quickly pressed the close button, but Potter was too fast. Trust Potter not to have any social graces. He strode into the lift, avoiding the puddle of pee and staring at Draco.

"Er... Malfoy? Did you.. er... that is... er..."

"What, Potter?" Draco spat out, his wand hand trembling slightly trying to keep the tray of potions aloft.

"Did you... er... have an accident?"

"What does it look like, Potter?" Draco rolled his eyes, trying to keep his cool, but his voice cracked slightly and he was sure he was about to cry.

"Er... Let me help you," Potter aimed a cleaning charm on his clothes and the floor, vanishing the pee instantly. "Where are you off to?"

"Level 9," Draco muttered, avoiding those famous green eyes. He looked down at his shoes, and vaguely saw Potter pressing the button. The rest of the journey was spent in awkward silence, and when the lift reached the Department of Mysteries, Draco quickly walked out. 

"See you, Malfoy," Potter called after him.

*

Harry Potter spent the rest of his journey back to the DMLE contemplating what he just saw. He couldn't believe it. He hadn't seen Malfoy at all after speaking for him at his trial, and none of his friends knew where the ex-Slytherin had disappeared to. Well, it was just his luck he met the blond inside a Ministry lift, and what a sight he made.

A younger Harry would've laughed in Malfoy's face, but Harry liked to think he had matured and put the past behind him. That and Malfoy wetting himself was kind of hot. When the blond walked out of the lift, Harry realised he had missed the cleaning charm on the back of his trousers, but Malfoy was too fast and Harry was sure he wouldn't appreciate a spell hitting him from the back.

No matter, the vain git would probably check his reflection again in the loo, Harry thought with a grin, determined to see Malfoy again.

Chapter 2

Summary:

Draco and Harry go for lunch. Draco hopes it's a date.

"Hermione, have you seen Malfoy around recently?" Harry hoped he was subtle enough.

"Why do you ask?" Hermione looked at Harry curiously.

"Er.. nothing. I mean, Ernie said that he had seen him around the Ministry lately. I was wondering if he got a job here."

"Oh, not that I know of. He's a new potions supplier of ours."

"Wait. Your department uses his potions? Are you sure that's safe?"

"Honestly, Harry. Do you think Malfoy of all people would sabotage his potions and drag his name deeper into the mud? Anyway, he's changed. I see him sometimes when he's delivering potions to Flora, and we talk a bit too."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Harry couldn't believe his friend was keeping this from him.

"I didn't think you'd care to know about Malfoy's whereabouts, Harry. Are you suspecting he's up to something again?"

"Er, no. I'm just curious, is all," Harry smiled sheepishly. "Can you.. can you let me know if you see him again?"

"So that you can challenge him to a duel? I don't think so."

"No! It's not what you think Hermione. I just want to-" Harry thought quickly. "-return his wand! Yes, that's it. I want to return his wand!"

Hermione looked at Harry strangely. Harry had to fight the blush showing up on his cheeks.

"Alright, I'll send you a memo. If I happen to see him." Hermione finally agreed.

"You're the best, Hermione!" Harry gave her a hug.

*

Draco was back at the Ministry again. He heaved a sigh of relief when the lift safely brought him to Level 9 without any accidents. He had been so mortified over the incident with Potter that he had to gather up all his courage to make the trip down to the Ministry, and he was seriously considering hiring an assistant to help with some of the brewing and deliveries.

"Hi, Flora," he greeted the receptionist, levitating his potions to an empty desk. Flora had been a few years below him in Slytherin. Her family was also linked with the Death Eaters and she was trying hard to restore her family name, much like Draco was.

"Draco," Flora smiled at him. "How's everything?"

They launched into conversation easily, and Draco didn't notice someone else walking out of the lift while he and Flora were talking animatedly about Quidditch.

"Mr. Potter, what brings you here?" Flora asked.

Draco jumped and whirled around to face Potter once more. He couldn't believe his bad luck. "Potter," he nodded at the dark haired man, hoping to keep the nervousness out of his voice.

"Hey Flora, I'd like to borrow Malfoy for a while," Potter's eyes darted between the two of them.

*

"What do you want, Potter?" Draco hissed once they were out of earshot. Harry noticed the fetching blush spreading across his high cheekbones and smiled.

"After seeing you that day-" Harry began, but as he watched the colour drain from Draco's face, he realised it was the wrong thing to say. "No, I didn't mean anything by that. Look, I just wanted to return your wand, that's all" Harry pressed a box into Draco's hand.

Silver eyes widened as Draco opened the box and took out his hawthorn wand. "You kept it all this time?"

"Yeah, I didn't know what to do with it honestly. I wanted to return it to you, but I read that the Manor was sold off and I didn't know where you moved to. All my friends didn't know where you were."

"I... Thanks, Potter," Draco ran his fingers over his first wand. "My parents moved to France; we had to sell the Manor to repay the Ministry for our part in the war."

"No problem, Malfoy," Harry replied easily.

"Well if that's all, I really have to go." Draco took a step back. Being in close proximity with the Man-Who-Lived was doing funny things to Draco's stomach. He couldn't recall the last time he stood so close to Harry without some sort of argument going on. At this rate, all he could see was Harry's bright green eyes and tousled, just-shagged hair. Draco swallowed, steeled himself and made to walk away.

"Wait!" Harry reached out and made as if he wanted to touch Draco but wasn't sure if the gesture was welcome. Draco raised an eyebrow.

"Doyouwannagooutwithme?"

"What was that?"

"Do you..erm..wanna go out with me?"

"You mean on a date?" Draco blurted the first thing on his mind, then mentally slapped himself for sounding so desperate.

"No! As friends, I guess. Or whatever. Just for lunch? I have the rest of the day off."

"But we're not friends, Potter," Draco smirked.

"Please, Malfoy. I owe you one for saving my life that day at the Manor," Harry said.

"Oh alright Potter, if you so insist," Draco gave a put-upon sigh, trying to feign disinterest but he could feel his heart pounding loudly. Flora gave him a wink as he walked off with Harry, and he rolled his eyes at her.

*

Harry brought Draco to a Muggle place for lunch, figuring that nobody would recognise them this way. Draco seemed to appreciate the thought. He took a moment to look at his surroundings while Harry ordered for them.

There was an awkward silence that followed. Draco cleared his throat.

"So, how have you been, Potter."

"Oh, I'm great," Harry replied. He then launched into a retelling of the latest Auror mission, where a triad of illegal magical animal smugglers had caught on to the Aurors tracking them down and hexed Zacharias Smith bald. This made Draco laugh.

They were only interrupted when the waiter brought their food and drinks. The food Harry ordered for Draco was good, and the hot chocolate that accompanied it was amazing. Draco loved it so much, Harry ordered another large mug for him, but not before shooting him an indulgent smile.

Draco found it quite surprising that it was very easy to talk to the black-haired man, when they were not actively trying to kill each other. Maybe age and maturity had to do with it. He told Harry all about his work and his visits to France, when Harry asked nicely how his parents were doing. He couldn't help but wonder what it would've been like if they had been friends at Hogwarts. He stirred at his hot chocolate absently and squirmed in his seat.

Gosh, he is so fit, Draco throught, trying not to salivate when Harry paused to roll his sleeves up so he'd be able to get at his food better. He could see the play of muscles beneath Harry's jumper and he had to suck in a breath. So different from the scrawny boy at Madam Malkins.

"What kind of training does the DMLE make you do?" Draco blurted out, then cursed his traitorous mouth again.

Harry licked his lips (another action that did not go unnoticed by Draco, who was sure his eyes had darkened with lust) and launched into the basics of Auror training.

*

In the middle of their conversation, Draco suddenly felt the urge to pee. He didn't dare to interrupt Harry, who was telling him all about his godson Teddy Lupin. Draco had never met the boy before, nor had he met anyone from his side of the family. And since Teddy was technically Draco's cousin, he wanted to find out more.

"I babysit him a few times each week, when Andromeda has to run errands. He's really cute and he's a Metamorphagus, you know? Just like his mother. We didn't know till recently, when his hair started changing from brown to turquoise. Andromeda and I, we were so delighted, jumping up and hugging him. I'm sure he was wondering what the fuss is about," Harry laughed.

"Can I see him?" Draco asked, while discreetly placing a hand over his crotch. He was glad the tablecloth could cover him.

"Sure, why not? He usually comes over on weekends. You can meet him too, if you like," Harry replied.

Draco nodded and shot Harry a smile, then chanced a look down. His stomach was protruding out slightly, probably from too much liquid intake. Harry didn't notice his companion's slight discomfort and continued on about Teddy.

"In fact, I'm going to bring him out this Halloween. He wants to go trick-or-treating," Harry said happily. "He wants to dress up as a bear, can you believe that? So I'm thinking of dressing up as another animal so that we'd match. You can come along. It'll be fun!"

Harry then launched into how he and Andromeda had been trying to make Teddy's costume. Draco listened half-heartedly. He was interested; he had never been around kids but he always wanted to have a sibling. It got too lonely in the Manor. But Draco's bladder kept reminding him of more pressing needs, and he felt it was impolite to interrupt Harry mid-conversation, especially when it was about Teddy. The man's eyes lit up whenever he mentioned his godson.

Draco jerked up in surprise when he felt some pee leaking out. His eyes widened and he looked down. Sure enough, there was a small damp spot on his trousers. Draco blushed and averted his gaze.

"Alright there, Malfoy?" Harry finally caught on to Draco's discomfort.

"I...um.. just have to go to the loo. I won't be long," Draco stammered. Harry looked concerned but told him to go ahead, and soon the blond was out of his seat and headed to the loo as fast as he could.

Draco pushed open the door of the only toilet in the diner, only to find the lone cubicle occupied. There was nowhere else he could relieve himself. He had no choice but to stand outside the cubicle to wait, bouncing up and down on his heels nervously and crossing his legs together.

There was no noise from the cubicle and Draco silently cursed. Was this person playing with one of their horrendous Muggle contraptions inside? He certainly saw a lot of such people around the restaurant. Even children were using them. Harry had referred to their little contraptions as phones, and Draco certainly couldn't see what was so interesting about that small, rectangular device.

Draco's stomach hurt from holding his pee in for too long, and he really wanted to knock on the door and tell the person to hurry up, but as a wizard of good upbringing, he thought it would be terribly rude to do so. He felt his pee pushing against his bladder, trying to leak out, and he decided to just screw it and let go. He didn't know if the person inside had dropped into the toilet bowl, but he'd rather not risk waiting and putting the strain on his bladder even more.

Draco took a deep breath, and waved his wand to cast a silencing spell. He felt so dirty doing this, but just as he was having second thoughts about relieving himself on the floor, his pee gushed out of its own accord. Draco blushed as he saw the dampening of his trousers and pee trailing down his legs and into his shoes. The white tiles were also not spared, and there was a huge puddle of pee on the floor. The splashing sound of pee hitting the floor was liberating.

Draco felt he had been pissing himself for such a long time, and when it finally trickled to a stop, he let out a contented sigh. He took out his wand to clean himself, checking his reflection in the mirror. And he was just in time, for he heard the sound of the toilet bowl flushing and the door opening. Draco quickly kept his wand.

A haggard looking man who resembled Hagrid stepped out of the cubicle, stuffing his phone into his back pocket. Draco sneered at him.

"Sorry, mate. It's all yours now," he said, but he didn't sound sorry.

Draco stuck his nose into the air. "I don't need to use it any more."

"Suit yourself. Posh git." The man made sure to bump into him as he was walking out.

The cheek of him! He didn't even wash his hands! Draco thought in horror. He wrinkled his nose and turned to wash his own hands, making sure to hit himself with another cleaning charm where the man bumped into him for good measure.

Draco was about the leave the toilet when the door opened and Harry stepped in. He looked relieved once he saw Draco.

"Draco, everything okay?" he asked. "You didn't have another accident, did you?"

"I'm fine, Potter," Draco managed a weak smile. Harry didn't need to know all the details, though Draco was blushing furiously at the fact that Harry remembered what happened that fateful day. "That man was so disgusting, though. He was playing with his phone inside and didn't even wash his hands!"

Harry laughed. It was just like Draco to be offended over such things.

"What's so funny?" Draco pouted.

"Nothing, come on, let's go," Harry led Draco out by the elbow. Draco's skin tingled at Harry's touch, and he was already thinking about the next time he could meet Harry.

Notes:

Don’t you just hate it when there’s only one cubicle and the person inside is taking forever to do their business? 😕 Poor Draco!

Chapter 3

Summary:

Draco attends his class reunion and joins a friendly Quidditch game.

The next time Draco met Harry, it had been at one of their impromptu Hogwarts class reunions, organised by none other than Seamus Finnegan.

At first, Draco was hesitant to go, but all it took was an owl from Harry asking if he'd like to join. Draco didn't dare admit it, but he missed Harry badly. The raven haired man had been busy with field work and thus, Draco had not seen him on his weekly trips to the Ministry.

So, Draco roped Pansy into joining him. The rest of his housemates weren't as keen on socialising as she was. Pansy was suspicious, of course.

"I still don't understand why you want to come," she said, sipping at her Firewhisky and gesturing to the rest of their ex-classmates mingling with each other in Seamus' home. "You're not even on speaking terms with anyone here except me."

Draco looked away. "I... Someone asked if I was going, so I thought I would see how everyone's doing." He pouted. It was a lame excuse, and Pansy wouldn't buy it at all. Worst of all, stupid Potter was standing in a corner, laughing and talking to the other two members of the Golden Trio. He had ignored Draco the whole day. What was the point of asking Draco to go if he wasn't going to talk to him at all? Stupid Potter.

"Since when did you care about them?" Pansy raised an eyebrow, following his gaze until she saw Potter. "Oh," she smirked knowingly. 

Draco downed his Firewhisky at one go, getting up to find another drink. He was in no mood to explain his situation with Potter. He was also going to need lots of drinks tonight.

*

When Draco came back with a glass of wine, Pansy the traitor had disappeared to a corner with none other than Terry Boot. Draco rolled his eyes when he saw her giggling at something he said. He sighed and started drinking again. And again. And again.

Fed up, Draco decided to leave the party after Merlin knows how many drinks. He hated being ignored, especially by his best friend and his crush. As he was about to sneak off to the Floo, he heard Seamus' booming voice announcing "Quidditch, anyone?" This was followed by unanimous agreement from the group and everyone started forming their teams. Pansy sidled up to Draco then, her lipstick slightly smudged. Terry Boot followed her.

"Had fun?" he asked irritably.

"Oh, don't be a wet blanket, Draco. Why don't you join the game, loosen up a bit?" Pansy suggested. Draco was about to reply with a scathing insult, when Terry stepped up.

"Malfoy," he greeted Draco. "Up for playing Seeker?"

"Guess I'm too late," a familiar voice sounded behind Draco. Draco turned around and almost lost his balance when he came face to face with Harry.

"Careful," Harry steadied him, gazing into his eyes. "Long time no see, Draco."

Pansy was gaping at them both, for once unable to think of something to say. Draco snatched his hand away from Harry, blushing. Terry smiled.

"You can have him on your team if you like," he told Harry.

"No thanks, I'll join Boot's team." Draco said huffily. He was still annoyed at Harry for ignoring him and only coming over when he needed him. "Aren't you playing Seeker too, Potter? It must've escaped your miniscule brain, but one team can't have two Seekers."

"I can play Chaser if you really want; it's up to you," Harry shrugged.

Draco pretended to consider this. "I want to play against you," he finally said, smirking at the taller man. "Scared, Potter?"

"You wish."

*

Seamus had a large field behind his house, which made for a good makeshift Quidditch pitch. For once, Draco was glad he decided to go to the class reunion, if it meant he could play Quidditch again. He missed the open countryside surrounding the Manor. His flat, though sleek and modern, afforded no opportunity for him to perform loops in the air on his broom.

The only thing that was annoying him, Draco thought, was that he had no chance to go to the bathroom before the game started. Everyone was too caught up in the moment and Terry Boot had all but dragged him around to go find other people to play for their team. After so many glasses of firewhisky, wine, and whatever alcohol he could get his hands on, Draco was feeling quite full, and though the game proved to be fun, the Snitch was elusive. 

Above the laughter and cheering of his ex-classmates, Draco spied Harry some ways in front of him, circling the air and looking for the Snitch. He smirked, determined to beat Harry to the snitch just once. Draco flew higher into the air, hoping to have a bird's eye view of the whole field. He ignored the protest of his bladder.

Moments later, Harry flew up to join Draco.

"Nice day, isn't it," he remarked casually.

"Don't distract me, Potter. I'm trying to find the Snitch," Draco rolled his eyes, making a show of turning his broom 360 degrees to try and catch a glimpse of gold.

"Lighten up Draco, it's just a friendly game," Harry poked at his side. Draco batted Harry's hand away and flew higher up.

"Stop it," he protested, clutching his side. It was ticklish and made him want to pee even more. But Harry didn't need to know that.

Harry watched as Draco squirmed uncomfortably on his broom. Strange, that was the latest Firebolt model, touted for its speed and comfort. Draco had laid claims on it the moment he spotted it in Seamus' broom shed, much to the Irishman's chagrin. So it made no sense at all. Unless...

Harry smirked to himself. He wondered if Draco needed to pee. He remembered seeing the blond drinking a lot before the game started. He felt bad for not talking to Draco just now, but every time he tried to make his way towards him, he somehow got stopped by excited ex-classmates who wanted to catch up. He knew it was a perverted thought, but right now all he wanted was to see Draco pee his pants again, the Snitch be damned.

He chanced another glance at Draco and found him bouncing slightly on his broom, flying around agitatedly. This was going to be good.

*

Draco flew towards a far corner of the field, straining his eyes for the damn Snitch. Where was the blasted thing? He wanted to catch it quickly and hurry to the bathroom as soon as was allowed. If he gave up now, Potter would get the snitch! That wouldn't do at all. As if seven years of being humiliated in front of Potter wasn't enough.

Every time he flew, the movement made the pee inside him slosh around. This was bad, Draco thought. He really needed to go soon. He wiped his palms on his trousers and adjusted his position on the broom, pressing his thighs together. It didn't help much.

"Watch out, Draco!" That was Harry's voice. Draco looked around just in time to dodge a stray Bludger, groaning at the sensation his bladder made.

"You all right?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine" Draco replied breathlessly. He looked at Harry then, seeing his raven hair tousled from the wind and his eyes gleaming brightly behind his glasses. He looked so earnest that it was difficult to stay angry at him for long. "Thanks Potter," Draco added as an afterthought.

"You're welcome," Harry gave Draco the most brilliant smile, and Draco melted inside. Harry seemed to be shining more than usual. Was it the reflection of his glasses? Oh wait.. Draco blinked a few times but the gold reflecting in the setting sun didn't disappear. The Snitch!

Draco flew after the elusive golden ball as quickly as he could. The Snitch was hovering near a thicket of trees towards the other side of the field. Ignoring Potter and his protesting bladder, Draco aimed his Firebolt down and zoomed towards the trees. He heard a rush of wind, but he wasn't sure if it was Harry or his own imagination. All this time, Draco's bladder was screaming for release, and he was sure he had leaked a bit in his underwear, but he ignored it. After I catch the Snitch, I'll deal with it, he thought.

The Snitch changed course at the last minute, flying straight up towards the sky. Luckily, Draco was alert and he wasted no time in flying upwards, his hand reaching out to catch the Snitch. When Draco felt the flutter of wings against his hand, he pumped his fist in the air triumphantly.

"Yes!" he cheered, unaware of his predicament.

*

Harry saw Draco racing towards something on the ground. He quickly turned his broom around and caught sight of the Snitch flying near the trees. He cursed and flew after the blond, but his broom was an older model and was not as fast as Draco's. Nevertheless, Harry crouched lower and tried his best to maneouver the broom towards the trees.

Harry was just about to reach his destination when the Snitch suddenly flew upwards. Harry saw Draco flying in the same direction and knew his old broom couldn't make it. But he kept his eyes trained on Draco's arse, just in case.

Sure enough, when Draco's hand closed around the Snitch, the pressure in his bladder finally let up. Harry watched from below, fascinated, as he saw a wet patch growing from the seat of Draco's trousers. The patch slowly became bigger, staining the wood of the broom and dripping down the legs of his trousers. Draco was peeing his pants again!

Harry was surprised to find that he was hard, but even though he felt like a pervert, he couldn't look away from the sight. He watched as Draco's trousers grew wetter and wetter, his pee dripping steadily onto the ground, not unlike rain. After a few seconds, the blond must have realised what was happening to him. He looked down, blushing and covering his crotch, and looked mortified when he made eye contact with Harry.

Harry quickly flew up, enveloping Draco in a hug. Draco's lips were wobbling, he was trying to stop himself from crying. Harry acted on instinct and planted a kiss on his lips, stroking his hair in what he hoped was a reassuring manner and not caring that his classmates might see them.

"It's alright, Draco. You caught the Snitch and beat me for once, didn't you?" he couldn't help teasing the blond.

"Shut up Potter," Draco blushed.

"Here, sit up a bit," Harry pushed at Draco's wet arse until he hesitantly leaned forward, his trousers making a squelching sound. Harry grew even harder when he saw the mess Draco made up close. Draco's trousers were ruined, all stained with pee, and so was his broom. Harry quickly performed a cleaning charm and kissed the blond again. This time, Draco returned the kiss shyly.

"Let's go," Harry said, although he would rather stay there and kiss Draco for a longer time. The two Seekers flew back to where their classmates were waiting for them.

"Draco caught the Snitch!" Harry announced happily when they landed, his arm around Draco's waist as if nothing out of the ordinary happened.

There was cheering from all sides, and congratulations from Draco's team. Draco was surprised, he thought most of his classmates hated him. Pansy dragged Draco off after everyone went back to Seamus' house for dinner and more drinks.

"What was that all about?" she asked suspiciously. "You and Potter were getting awfully close up there."

"Nothing, Pans," Draco hoped fervently that nobody else had noticed what exactly had happened except Harry. "Except that, he... well he kissed me. And I'm really hoping to get to know him better."

"Well, I can't say I'm surprised. You were always obsessed with Potter. But he had better treat you right or I'll hex him into next week." Pansy threatened.

Draco and Pansy shared a laugh and headed inside.