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"Harry, how do we get clean underwear?" Draco called to me from the bedroom.
"We wash it," I hollered back over the sound of the shower.
"How long does that take?"
"Two hours if you want it dry," I said, walking into the bedroom while toweling my hair.
"Two hours? I need it now."
"You don't have any clean underwear and you're telling me now? Why didn't you tell me yesterday?"
"I wasn't out yesterday."
"Were you listening at all when Hermione explained Muggle chores?"
"She didn't say it would take 2 hours. What am I supposed to do for the next two hours?"
"Go commando," I said with a shrug.
"Which means what?"
"It means, too bad put your trousers on anyway."
"I can't do that," Draco protested
"Why not?"
"What if someone notices?"
"Who's going to notice? I'm the only one who's going to know."
"It's weird."
"I'll make it worth your while."
"How?" Draco asked suspiciously.
"Trust me."
Reluctantly, Draco pulled his trousers onto his naked lower half. I dressed and hung my towel up before running a comb uselessly through my hair. It never seemed to make much of a difference. I retrieved a basket from the laundry room for our dirty clothes. By the time Draco and I made it back to the laundry room ten minutes later, Hermione had already put a load in the washer.
I made pancakes for breakfast. Draco and I did the dishes together, much to Ron's annoyance. Draco was doing the dishes rather daintily until I smeared a blob of batter on him. Ron hadn't unloaded the dishwasher yet, so we did the plates and silverware along with the pan and batter bowl. We were drying the last few forks when Hermione came back from the laundry room.
"Washer's free," she said. "Please close the door when you're done to muffle the sound of the dryer."
Draco grabbed the laundry basket and met me in the laundry room. We shuffled around so we could close the door like Hermione asked. Convenient. I watched Draco bend over to load the washer. I slipped my hand into the back of his trousers to caress his secretly naked skin.
"Harry," Draco hissed in warning.
"Door's closed," I whispered in his ear. "I told you I'd make it worth your while."
I slid my hands around to his front to undo the zipper on his trousers. Draco let out a stifled groan as I freed his hardening cock from his pants. I smeared precome on a downstroke to lubricate the path of my hand. I pressed against him from behind so that his every squirm pressed his arse against my cock.
"See, Draco? Laundry's not that bad. Nothing like a surreptitious wank in the laundry room to get your blood going."
"Hurry, before we get caught," Draco said in a pained whisper that clearly shouted 'I can't believe I'm doing this.'
"I think you like the danger of it," I whispered back. "Like the other day, talking dirty in the kitchen. I figured you like doing it in here.
"Harry, please," Draco whined, bracing his hands against the washer.
"My dirty, sneaky Slytherin likes getting off in here. A dangerous game."
"Hurry."
"Scared you're not getting off fast enough, my Slytherin? Maybe I should do something about that. Drop to my knees, maybe. Suck you off?"
"Please."
"Your knees are shaking. You're so turned on you wouldn't be able to stand if my arm wasn't around your waist."
"Fuck, Harry, fuck."
"You want to fuck? In here?" I asked cheekily. "We could, you know. I could bend you over the dryer. How's that for danger, my Slytherin? " He was positively trembling. He couldn't seem to choose between the risk of continuing and the risk of being too loud while ending. "Scared you'll make noise?" I taunted. "Bite your lip."
I assumed he did because the noise he made when he finally came was a strangled sound. I wiped up the mess with a dirty t-shirt while he zipped himself back up. I threw the shirt into the washer. I showed a flushed Draco how to measure out a cup of soap and how to open the soap tray. He was still beat red when I pressed the Start button. I gave him a quick peck on the lips, adjusted my own raging hard-on, and walked out of the room. I managed to avoid Ron and Hermione all the way to the bedroom. I heard the door close behind me.
"What the bloody hell was that?" Draco asked, tackling me and pinning me to the bed.
"You can't possibly expect me to believe that you didn't like it."
"But that was…we shouldn't…it wasn't…you frustrate the fuck out of me," Draco growled.
He tore at my jeans, barely getting the buttons open before awkwardly pushing them down my legs. A frustrated Draco is an aggressive Draco. His hand was rough and confident around my leaking erection and the smeared precome made it all the hotter. He pulled my hair and nipped at my neck.
"I'm not going to last," I gasped out, squeezing my eyes closed. The heat on my neck stopped and reappeared on my cock. He licked the crown of my erection, and when he tongued the little slit, I came. It was almost embarrassing how little attention that actually took.
After we…composed ourselves…we went into the living room. Hermione and Ron were playing chess. After all "Only Wizards' chess is barbaric." Hermione was holding her own, and Ron was trying and failing to convince us that there was something wrong with the Muggle pieces. I introduced Draco to Monopoly. He had a lot of trouble counting out the money.
"Call them Galleons," Ron said from across the room.
"What?"
"Stop calling them dollies. You have one Galleon, five Galleons, ten Galleons, et cetera."
"That's simple." Draco said, astounded.
"Yes," Hermione said drily, "simple enough for Muggles."
"That's not what I meant, Hermione."
"I know, Draco. I'm just kidding."
Once Draco had the hang of counting Muggle money, the game went rather smoothly. That is, until I tried to explain mortgaging. I was in the middle of my fifth explanation when Hermione told us the dryer was empty.
We put the game on hold and went to the laundry room. Draco refused to let me close the door. He wanted to figure the dryer out himself. He put the clothes in and closed the door. He reached for the heat knob and stared at me helplessly. I set it appropriately and pointed to the Start button. He rotated it like the heat setting. He smacked it in frustration. He let out a startled squeak when the dryer started up.
"That didn't happen," he warned.
When we returned to our game, Hermione came over to explain mortgaging to Draco. It only took her two tries. After another hour of playing with no progress toward an end, we called it a truce and went to take out the finished laundry. I piled the clean clothes in the laundry basket and met Draco in the bedroom. We folded clothes side-by-side.
Just like family, I thought. Not just like. Draco IS my family, even if I haven't had the balls to tell him that yet. I need him. I couldn't do this without hi-
"Ew, gross," he exclaimed, interrupting my train of thought. I looked over at him.
"What?"
"I found those," he said pointing at the ground, "in with our laundry."
I looked at the floor, not really sure what I was expecting to see. I laughed when I saw a pair of Hermione's knickers.
"At least they're clean," I said.
"Still gross."
With an eye-roll, I picked them up off the ground. I folded them neatly and placed them aside. "They're really soft," I said.
"Tell me you did not just say that."
"At least I'm not afraid of them."
"I'm not afraid. I'm disgusted."
"You're not folding any more laundry," I pointed out.
"I don't want to find any more surprise additions."
I rolled my eyes at him. He stood with his arms crossed while I finished folding clothes. I went into the kitchen and made sandwiches for lunch while Draco put the folded clothes away. Draco was putting napkins out on the table when Ron and Hermione came into the kitchen to join us.
"Who won?" I asked, motioning everyone to sit and eat.
"No one," Ron said sullenly. "But I should have."
"He means I forced him into a draw," Hermione explained.
Draco was sitting quietly, not looking at Hermione. He finally looked up from his sandwich and blushed crimson when his gaze accidentally met Hermione's. He quickly looked away.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked. Draco muttered something; Hermione repeated herself.
"Worry about it after lunch," I finally said.
"Why not now?" Ron asked.
"Because it's not your business," Draco snapped, still red-faced.
Ron finished his sandwich, left his plate on the table, and walked off. Hermione let out a sigh. We all heard Ron stomping up the stairs.
"Now can you tell me?"
"You left…I…we…found…" Draco spluttered.
"You left knickers in the dryer."
"You do know, Draco," Hermione said with a laugh, "clothes in the dryer are clean."
"I know that."
"So why does it bother you so much?"
"He finds girlie parts embarrassing," I said.
"Oh, honestly, Harry. The word is vagina."
"There was no need to say it," Draco shushed at her.
TBC.
