Draco Undone
by Passo
Chapter One: Day One - The Shower
The next morning, Harry was rudely awakened by Malfoy's loud screech. "Potter!" His voice traveled clearly through the cube. "I need your help. Now!"
Harry rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock. "WTF! It's not even six in the morning! What do you need so early?"
"You need to get ready so you can assist me, of course," Draco responded in a superior tone. "Quick, or else I'll tell Professor Snape."
And deduct points from Gryffindor, Harry thought with disgust. He wouldn't let his house suffer because of Draco Malfoy. Just take it one day at a time, Harry. One day at a time.
After the quickest shower ever, Harry met Draco by the open wall of the Slytherin common room. The blond was tapping his foot impatiently.
"You took your time," Draco snapped. "I have to do this early or else someone might see you."
"Do what?" Harry asked suspiciously.
"Help me get ready." Draco entered the Slytherin common room and waved Harry in. "Come on."
Harry looked around curiously. He had never been into the Slytherin common room before. The drapes and lamp gave the room a green tinge. But the green and silver upholstered couches and chairs looked surprisingly cozy. He followed Draco through a dim hallway lit by torches. The sun had not even fully risen yet and the view of the lake from the window was kissed by the first signs of sunrise.
"Where are we going?" Harry asked.
"You'll see," the Slytherin replied. Unseen by Harry, he wore an impish smile like he was thinking of something bad. Very, very bad.
Draco entered what looked to be a large shower room with roomy stalls. He looked at Harry expectantly and raised an eyebrow. "Well, what are you waiting for?"
Harry looked around. At first, he didn't understand what they were doing here. And then he looked at Draco's face and realized exactly what he meant by getting ready.
"Hell no!" Harry objected angrily. "No, no, no, no! I will not give you a bath, Malfoy!" Just the thought of seeing Malfoy naked made him want to throw up.
"Do you want points taken from Gryffindor, Potter?" Draco asked softly. "You really shouldn't be so loud. You wouldn't want anyone to come in and get the wrong idea."
He smiled. "I'm waiting."
Shutting his eyes with disgust, Harry tried to unbutton the Slytherin's pajama top. Draco was a lot taller than him so he had to reach up. He tried to avoid seeing anything as much as possible, convinced that the sight of Draco's pale skin would traumatize him for life. Hell, just doing this was traumatizing enough. He had to open one eye to get Draco's injured arm through the sleeve. Harry took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. It's ok Harry, it's just a bare chest, he told himself. You see that in the Quidditch locker rooms and from your roommates all the time. It's nothing to worry about.
Finally, the only thing Draco had on was his pajama bottoms. Clear grey eyes looked down at Harry coolly. Harry sighed and shut his eyes again before pulling Draco's pajamas down. He promptly turned away and nearly choked. "You can walk yourself to the shower, Malfoy."
Laughing softly, Draco, kicked off his clothes and sauntered to the closest stall.
Draco tried to lather himself as well as he could under the shower. Luckily, the cast was bewitched to stay dry all the time. He left the stall door open so he could see Harry clearly from across the room. The Gryffindor still had his back to him. When he thought about doing this last night, Draco hesitated before making a decision. He wasn't thrilled about Harry seeing him in his birthday suit. But since he vowed to himself to make the next seven days of Harry's life a living hell, he thought that it would be nice to start the morning with something that would completely traumatize Harry for life.
It wasn't so bad after all, Draco thought. He didn't usually mind being seen naked as he was not naturally self-conscious. It was just the thought of Harry seeing him that made him hesitate. Unfortunately for Harry, Draco was far from done.
"Hey, Potter, I need you," he called out.
"What now?" Harry growled.
"I can't reach my back."
Harry turned and stomped towards the stall. He had to open his eyes to know where Draco was but he firmly kept his head leveled, refusing to see anything below the Slytherin's waist. The shower was still running when Draco handed him the washcloth. He smirked before turning his back.
"I want it thoroughly scrubbed, Potter. I have a reputation to uphold."
"What reputation?" Harry said angrily. "I didn't realize you treasured being seen as an asshole so much."
"Tsk, tsk. Language, Potter," Draco scolded him. "Hogwarts' Golden Boy has to be a good example to the students."
"I'm done. Better rinse off." Just as Harry handed the soapy washcloth back to the Slytherin, he glanced down without meaning to and saw a flash of Draco's slim hips and well-toned ass.
Harry covered his eyes and walked away.
Luckily, helping Draco into his robes was easy enough and Harry avoided seeing more of the Slytherin.
"Don't forget to meet up after breakfast. I need you to carry my stuff to the next class," Draco reminded him as Harry left the Slytherin dorms.
Ron and Hermione had just gotten ready for the day when Harry entered the Gryffindor common room, the front of his school robes dripping.
"Don't ask!" He snapped before they had a chance to say a word.
After he changed into dry clothes, Harry went to the Great Hall with his friends to eat breakfast. He spotted Draco across the room; the Slytherin looked back and smirked. Harry flushed and trained his attention back to his food.
God forbid! He was sure that he'd have nightmares about naked Draco. That stupid, immature, evil Slytherin was doing this on purpose. Harry was sure that Draco could clean himself up if he tried but he used the opportunity to embarrass Harry instead. He could never look at Draco in the eye again without being reminded of what occurred this morning. He needed to take his mind off his misery.
"Any progress on Snape?" he asked Ron.
"Sssshhh, not so loud. Someone might hear you." The red-haired boy looked around furtively. "You never know who's listening these days."
"At least we know that Malfoy and his friends aren't sneaking around because I'm expected to be with him all the time," Harry said sourly.
Hermione took the opportunity to finally ask, "What happened this morning? You looked so pale and angry. Where have you been?"
Harry blushed at the sheer indignity of his experience. "I helped Malfoy get ready," he muttered.
"Get ready?" Hermione asked, puzzled. "Like take a shower and dress up?"
Their eyes widened as they took in Harry's disgruntled expression.
"No way…" Ron whispered. "Are you serious?"
"Unfortunately, I am," Harry sank lower. He sneaked a glance at the Slytherins' table and met Draco's eyes again. He looked away and casually attempted to shield his face. His friends will never let him live this down.
"So," Hermione cleared her throat. "How did he look like underneath the robe?"
"I didn't see anything!" Harry denied, horrified. "Why are you even asking anyway?"
"I was just curious," Hermione grinned.
On their way to Care of Magical Creatures, Harry gingerly held on to the two hefty schoolbooks. This time, Hagrid didn't choose a book that violently attacked them but, not surprising for Hagrid, the current book was still unusual. The cover started slowly growing fur as the term went on and even trembled slightly sometimes.
Draco glanced sideways at Harry. The green-eyed boy looked more troubled than usual and his dark hair was messier than ever. Probably from trying to pull it out of frustration, Draco thought, smugly.
As soon as they arrived at Hagrid's cottage, Harry plopped Draco's book down at the table by the other Slytherins. And with a scathing look at the blond, he left to join the other Gryffindors.
Hagrid had a treat for them today. Instead of introducing another scary creature for them to "take care" of, he introduced a guest speaker. It was no other than the centaur, Firenze, who helped Harry out when he was just a young first year in the Forbidden Forest. Firenze's silver hair blew with the breeze and his palomino half looked magnificent as he went through a number of dangerous creatures that they might encounter in the Forbidden Forest and similar places. He also suggested ways to avoid or defeat them if the students were ever attacked. Everyone listened with rapt attention as the centaur spoke.
Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil started giggling about how cute Firenze was and Harry heard Dean Thomas say, "But he's half horse!"
Harry shook his head, amused.
The class ended far too quickly and, after saying goodbye to Firenze, Harry approached Draco, took his book, and walked off without a word, expecting the Slytherin to follow.
Draco caught up easily, watching Harry from the corner of his eye. He knew he was caught staring in the Great Hall this morning and he even admitted to himself that he was observing the other boy far too often. The glasses obscured his eyes especially when they're outdoors. He just noticed that Harry's skin was slightly tanned and was ridiculously clear. His lips were nice. Bow shaped, not too full, not too thin - it was the perfect size. Perfect size for what? Draco tried to clear his thoughts and wondered what was wrong with him.
It's just simple curiosity, he told himself.
That evening, as soon as Harry handed Draco's things to Goyle in front of the doorway to the Slytherin Dungeon, Draco turned to Harry and said, "Six o'clock tomorrow."
"Fine," Harry replied, his expression inscrutable.
As the dark-haired boy walked away, Draco felt a twinge of disappointment at his reaction and an even stranger hint of excitement at the prospect of seeing him again tomorrow.
Always, always you recede through the evenings
toward the twilight erasing statues.
~ Pablo Neruda
TBC
(July 2015)
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