By now, it was, of course, common knowledge that Draco Malfoy was gay. This being the wizarding world, this was nothing too far from the ordinary, especially for a Slytherin.

Thanks to Hermionie Granger, the Hogwarts students were now being subjected to utterly pathetic muggle holidays, the next of which was 'No-Pants-Day' - Draco moaned at the thought of it, but was secretly somewhat excited to see his Quiditch and life rival, Harry Potter, almost-half-naked.

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The day was dawning and one thought was on Dracos mind - today was the stupid muggle holiday - but today was also the Slytherin-Gryfindor Quiditch match… did that mean they would be forced to fly with no pants on at all? He decided today would be the perfect time to wear those boxers he had been given by his ex lover, tight black satin with the words 'Draco Malfoy' embroided in Slytherin-green on the front. After all, he was a Malfoy, and he was Draco, he had to look good no matter what, although this was, of course, no trouble.

Draco walked out of his private room, and into the Slytherin common room, he glanced around for a familiar face, but decided he'd make it to the common room alone, in his black cashmere sweater and satin boxers.

He arrived, as always, a little early for lunch but much too late for breakfast. Draco never was a morning person; he took a seat at the almost-empty Slytherin table and glanced unconsciously toward the large entrance every few moments. There he was: Harry Potter. Hair still sleep-tussled, wearing tight black cotton boxers and a black t-shirt, along with Granger and the Weasle! Draco couldn't help but stare directly at Harry. He stood up and walked toward Harry, who was now thankfully sitting alone at the Gryfindor table, reading a copy of the Daily Profit.

"Potter?" Draco asked in his usual drawling tone.

"Yes, Malfoy?" Harry smiled innocently.

"Would you mind covering up your uh… morning glory?" he smirked and glanced down at the ever-tightening black boxers.

A slight blush crossed Harry's face and he glanced up at Draco, a devious smirk playing over his lips "How about, you help me with my little problem, and I'll help you with your… not so little problem" Harry smiled, indicating the obvious bulge in Dracos tight boxers.

"Po- Potter?" Draco smirked "My room, ten minutes, be there and I'll help you out" he winked and silently left the hall.

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A knock came almost silently, and Draco opened the door smiling to find… nothing. He slammed the door and returned to his leather arm-chair in front of the fire.

"Potter better get here before…" he was cut short as his boxers, now dripping with precum, were lowered, and Harry shrugged his invisibility cloak from his body, his large green eyes staring up at Draco innocently. Draco made an indistinguishable noise somewhere between a whimper and a moan, thrusting harder and deeper into Harrys mouth. Harrys tongue darted over the sensitive parts of Draco's dick and Draco came whimpering Harrys name over and over, as though it were a word from a foreign language which he was trying to get used to.

"I believe… we had a deal?" Harry said, smirking as he teasingly pulled his boxers down to reveal just his head.

Draco said nothing, but lunged for the waistband on Harrys boxers.