With too much time on his hands, Harry explores the contents of Draco's bedroom. What he finds is far from innocent, but useful all the same.
Wow! so I have never written anything outside of Snape before, and nothing other than m/f, this was quite the adventure for me. I am very new to this pairing and trope. I hope I do it justice and that you enjoy! As it was mentioned in the summary, this is for Drarryland 2019.
Prompt: One of them has a secret collection. The other finds it. A minimum of 243 words. Do not use the words 'yes', 'no', or 'maybe'.
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to JK Rowling.
Harry laid across his stomach on the hunter green duvet. He traced the fleur de lis pattern with his finger, listening to Draco in the other room. The fabric was soft against his bare skin, silk. His chin, previously propped up on his hand, his elbow resting on the blanket, was dropped as his arm relaxed. "Draco." He groaned. "Hurry up."
Harry didn't receive a response, he heard only that of the pounding of water falling from the shower head, running across Draco's naked body. Harry licked his lips. He should have joined him. Instead, his eyes took in the surroundings as he looked for something that could entertain him. The black, paneled walls of Draco's bedroom, the equally dark, wood floor. The furniture inside it, including the bed that Harry laid on was equally ornate, just as pretentious as the Malfoy family themselves.
He was thankful that the fireplace in Draco's room was connected to the floo. It made these "meetings" easier to navigate and eliminated the need for Harry to formally meet Lucius and Narcissa. His past run ins with them had been unpleasant, to put it nicely. He couldn't imagine the two of them would take well to their son being gay. Draco wouldn't be producing any heirs, the pureblood line of "Malfoy" ending with him, with them. If the promises Draco had made were accurate, this relationship wouldn't be ending.
As if the pressure of being "the boy who lived" wasn't enough, "Harry Potter-Malfoy" was even worse. Harry was perfectly fine with their relationship as it was now. There wasn't a need to throw in complications when they were perfectly happy with one another.
"How much do you have to wash?" Harry grumbled, sitting up. Still nothing. He stared at the desk across the room – also black. Quills and bottles of ink rested on top of it. His eyes drifted to the silver handles of the drawer beneath, the cupboards. A wicked grin spread across his face.
He glanced quickly at the door to the bathroom before scrambling from the mattress. Draco was so secretive, this could be his chance to learn more about him.
He pulled on the drawer first, opening it and finding a mish mash of junk, odds and ends inside. He rummaged through the broken quills, the wadded pieces of parchment before giving up. There was nothing of substance there. The first cupboard proved to be better. He pulled a small, leather bound book from inside. The Malfoy family crest – green and black with a dragon on either side – adorned the front of the book. Beneath it, scrawled in silver, was "Sanctimonia Vincet Semper", the family motto. Harry scoffed to himself, remembering the meaning. Purity will always conquer, Draco had told him. It was the very thing Harry had just been contemplating.
He flipped the cover, finding yellowed pieces of parchment inside, pictures affixed to the pages. It was a photo album like the one Hagrid had given him so many years ago. The first picture consisted of a smiling Narcissa standing beside her husband. In her arms was a platinum blond bundle that could only be Draco. She bounced him up and down before turning to glance at Lucius and then the movement of the photo reset.
Flipping through the pages, he found much of the same. A young, growing Draco, beside his parents. The major difference in the photos was that the happiness of the older Malfoys seemed to dwindled with each photo. Harry remembered that too, the unhappiness Draco had spoke of between his parents, the tension, the fighting. Somehow, the pictures made Harry even more unhappy and he shut the album, returning it to it's hiding place and moving on. He shut the cupboard, going to the last one.
The first thing he saw upon opening it was a large, mahogany box. He smiled greedily, whipping it from within and tearing off the lid. Harry froze upon the sight of what was inside. His mouth dropped open as he stared at the rubber artifacts, at the collection that was so very muggle, and so dirty.
"Harry!" Draco snapped, his voice cold. "What are you doing?"
Harry looked up at him. A towel was tied loosely around the other boy's waist, as if teasing Harry about what was behind the simple cloth.
He reached into the box, wrapping a hand around one of the objects and lifting it up. "What are you doing?"
Draco laughed, his shoulders lifting and chest rising as he chuckled. "They're funny, aren't they?" He took the object from Harry. "It's a dick!"
"I'm aware what a dick looks like. I've seen my fair share. I happen to be the proud owner of one."
Draco approached the box, digging his hand inside and pulling something else out. "Look at this one, it looks like lips."
Harry looked at it, the long shaft and the "lips" that sat atop it. "Draco…those aren't-"
"And this one!" He removed a third, equally strange item. "Its like a bracelet."
"Draco." Harry forced, his own cheeks filling with blush. "Those are anal beads."
"Anal, what?"
"They go up your arsehole."
The beads dropped from his fingers, falling back into the box as Draco's cheeks turned a shade of bright red.
"They're sex toys, Draco." He flipped a switch on the dildo, causing it to vibrate.
"But they're…they're muggle…" Draco stammered in surprise. "I thought they were just funny looking, resembling genitalia and all…"
"Oh, they're muggle all right." Harry began, unable to help his laughter now. "But, that doesn't mean they don't use them."
"Use them?"
Harry's green eyes sparkled with interest as he glanced first at the still naked and dripping Draco and then the bed. "Why don't we give them a try?"