AN: Based on Yuki-Almasy picture on Deviant Art. I love his style. So just a quick Drarry drabble with a foot fetish. Don't own Harry Potter.
Draco didn't even know he liked it until it kept happening. It had started after Quidditch one day. Harry had come in from the field, tired from a hard practice. Draco had been reading a potions journal from Severus on the couch. Harry had flopped down, his feet in Draco's lap and his head burying in the cushions. Harry had started to fall asleep, especially as Draco was lightly massaging his feet. Draco looked up as Harry let out a small moan. "Feels really good, Thanks Draco." He murmured before slipping fully into sleep.
Draco kept massage his feet for a bit before letting them just rest in his lap as Harry slept. He liked seeing Harry relaxed. Usually he was running around doing everything, practicing, or having sex with Draco. Harry was ever only really relaxed after they had sex. At times not even then depending on where and when they were doing it. Draco rubbed Harry's feet again and paused as he felt a familiar reaction.
It was familiar, but it had never happened over this before. Maybe it was just having harry close to him. He rubbed Harry's feet again. Nope, it was the feet. Different and interesting, Draco shrugged. Maybe another day they could experiment with that more. For now he was going to let Harry relax and sleep. He rubbed Harry's feet one last time before picking up his potions journal again and going back to reading.
Harry had noticed Draco's new found fetish. He also liked to tease him with it. He would come home and sit with his feet in Draco's lap. This usually led to a foot massage, which Harry would never say no to. Draco had the best hands. The things they did to Harry's body alone were amazing, add to that his skills needed to make the potions he did. They usually didn't do too much outside their house. They were an established and known couple, but people wouldn't know that by just looking at them. It seemed like Draco was always dragging him to Ministry parties and such. He was working on making Malfoy a respected name again and having the Boy-Who-Lived who was also his boyfriend helped. Harry went knowing he would get rewarded with sex afterwards.
Then their friends decided to have a party. It didn't really have a purpose. More of a we survived the war, let's get together and celebrate and get drunk and act irresponsible the way we never could when we were younger feel to it. Draco didn't really want to go, but Harry had begged him. So they showed up and Harry had a few drinks, maybe too many. Draco was sitting on one end of the couch, still in his dress slacks and shirt all though he had unbuttoned the first few buttons. He was pleasantly buzzed and knew he shouldn't have more since he had to get them back home after wards.
His didn't really care who was sitting next to him. It could be his father and Severus and Tom Riddle for all he knew. He just saw Harry sit down across everyone's laps on his front dressed only in his underwear and a pair of wings. He put his feet in Draco's lap and Draco couldn't help but grab them and pull them up close to his face, kissing them and lightly rubbing them.
Harry looked back at him and smiled. "You like my feet." He said.
Draco just nodded and then picked him up. "Come on. We're going home." Harry just nodded and followed him, singing some song about his feet and how much Draco loved them.
Draco grabbed their coats and tried to look for the rest of Harry's clothes, but couldn't find them. He shrugged. It was pointless really considering they were going to be naked as soon as they got home. Instead he strode out the door amongst all the catcalls and Harry still singing about his feet until he was able to apparate home and give Harry something else to sing about.