Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scolastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

That is: I do not own! Please do not sue me! (Trust me, it wouldn't be worth it).

Chapter: 1/?

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Straight From The Showers

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Walking in on Harry Potter naked caused an epiphany.

Believe it or not, I, Draco Malfoy, was changed in that moment.

Sliding out of the shower, the steam billowing around him... droplets running down to the depths found only below his waist.

Beautiful.

Jaw dropped, eyes bulging, Harry blushing. So beautiful.

Walking forward, practically drooling, never taking my eyes off his.

Jade eyes that have never seen jaded, or so I believed, stared back into mine.

Slipping on a towel, hiding himself, I moaned at the loss of beauty.

Hair still wet, clutching the towel in a death grip, caught in my silver sight.

Confusion, a slight fear, his eyes betrayed him.

His eyes told me everything.

Still fully clothed, I would do anything if he would just touch me.

My eyes, I believe, showed the lust I felt, the want that was forcing me forward, the need that only he has ever made me feel.

Believe it or not, I, Draco Malfoy, got my reality check when Harry Potter stepped into my world naked.

Quidditch toned body, undeniable six-pack. I would do anything to get my hands on that.

Moving forward slightly, letting me know he was indeed real. Not just one of my many fantasies.

"Don't hide," I believe I croaked out finally.

Blind panic seemed to seize him, like an electric shock only caused by natural lightning, making him sprint into action.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" As hard as he might try, that sentence could never convince me that he was not scared shitless.

My turn to move forward. The word I tried to bite back spilt over my lips. "Beautiful."

He seemed to understand, could no longer deny what he had seen in my eyes. The lust that had been building for years, ever since we hit the age of fourteen. No longer deniable, he came to me.

Striding forward, out of the mist from the shower, pulling me against him, whispering "strip."

Such a simple word, I followed the command shamelessly. Ripping clothes off, with his assistance. Then he started gasped as he realized...

Scarred.

We can't all be perfect like Harry.

Just as long as he always kisses away at my many scars. Soothing them away with his tongue.

One of the many things I've forgiven him for.

Being beautiful, only in my eyesight.

So so beautiful.

Believe it or not, he thinks I'm beautiful too.

He always has.

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Notes: I have absolutely no idea where this came from. I was going to have Draco be bloody gorgeous as well, but I figured he might as well show the scars of his childhood where he was taught to be a Death Eater... that is of course, before Harry came along.

Review! I know it's kind of strange; I don't even know how I feel about it. I'll be posting other stories that are not as short and cryptic as this is. I'm sorry if you were excepting something more in-depth. Next posting, I'll see what I can do. And even if you guys DID like this, then I'll make sure to try and write some more vague... stories (although I can't really call this a story. So I'll call it "a submission")

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