The moment Harry saw chad run up to meet Draco, Harry decided that he was going to shower at home. This was a terrible decision, Harry was very aware of that; by the time he would get in the shower his muscles would already have cooled enough for it to feel painful, but he'd rather he sore than be anywhere near Chad and his cock.<br/>With a tense inhale through clenched teeth, Harry realised he'd been staring at the couple, and now briskly turned towards the bench where his bag had been left. Draco was slowly but efficiently creeping into every single space Harry could relax in, and Harry once again cured the fact that, of all guys, Draco should be dating one of his teammates.<br/>With another few, tense movements, Harry gathered his stuff and as the only one of the bunch, turned to leave the field through the spectators's gates. In a matter of a few steps, Harry was fuming, absolutely outraged by Draco's precense here, and unable to contain it, he mumbled a "can't even avoid you here" when he passed the bleacher Draco was standing on, and at a distance where Harry was certain he'd hear him.