AUTHOR's NOTES:
First I have to give a quick apology to the rabid fans of my other fic "On The Edge" who have been writing me threatening emails about when I am going to post the next chapter... Sorry guys.. I got kinda distracted... but I will post the next chapter soon... I hope.
I am completely overwhelmed by the reaction this story is getting. I guess the Harry/Draco pairing is a lot more popular that I realized. Maybe I'll have to write more Harry/Draco fics, or maybe I will simply bulk this one up and make it longer. I had originally planned for this to be a PWP, but I wanted it to be at least somewhat believable, so I created a little build up… but I still planned for the end of the story to be the sex scene… who knows… this might just turn into a legitimate story with an actual plot??
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CHAPTER TWO: Hot and Steamy
After about an hour of apologizing to his teammates and the rest of Gryffindor house, Harry finally made his way back towards the dormitory. Everyone seemed to believe his story about the strong wind current that caused him to momentarily loose his balance and slow down, except for Hermione, who just looked at him curiously. She had attempted to pull him aside to interrogate him about what really happened, but he quickly made the excuse that he was tired and needed to take a shower.
As he walked into the deserted dormitory, he decided that he really did need a shower after all. He removed his uniform and threw it across his bed as he made his way towards the lavatory. He turned on the water in the first empty stall and stepped back giving the water a few moments to get warm. After testing the temperature, he removed his boxer-briefs and stepped into the stall, closing the curtain behind him.
As the warm water cascaded upon his naked body, Harry relaxed and let all of the stress of the past few days just melt away. He felt so calm and peaceful letting the water soothe his aching muscles. It was so much nicer to have the lavatory all to himself. For some reason the other Gryffindor boys had a tendency to be very loud when attending to their daily grooming rituals. Harry wondered if they were so vocal because they were trying to "act normally" when they were so obviously uncomfortable in a room full of naked boys. Or maybe that was just the way Harry felt, and the other boys really were just loud and obnoxious. He wondered if they diverted their eyes and looked at the ceiling as they walked through the room the way he did.
Harry was pretty sure he was different that the other boys. He knew the sight of the other boys excited him in ways he didn't want to admit... but what did that mean? Was he gay? He didn't know. He tried to rationalize his feelings. He had always felt drawn to Cho Chang, but he wasn't quite sure if the attraction was physical, or if he just liked being around her because she was such a cool person. She was really into Quidditch, she had a great sense of humor, and just seemed to fit in as one of the boys. Maybe that's why he liked her... maybe he just felt really comfortable around her because she exuded a sense of sexual passivity. He couldn't help but wonder if maybe she was like him. Maybe she was really uncomfortable being around all the girls and that's why she hung out with the boys so much. Harry decided that his felling towards Cho were completely platonic; after all, he had never had any erotic dreams about her, or any other girl for that matter.
But why Malfoy? Why was he suddenly having these sensual dreams about the one person who had always been his enemy? Or was Malfoy really his enemy? He remembered the first time he had ever met the blonde Slytherin. He hadn't been standoffish at all, he had even tried to be Harry's friend, but Harry had instantly rejected him. Harry had felt so nervous in his presence, and had felt the same ever since. He had always thought it was just because the boy was such a prat. He had never considered before that he found Malfoy intimidating because he might actually be ATTRACTED to him. Now that he thought about it, Malfoy was rather fetching, with his piercing blue eyes with flecks of silver and his silky blonde hair, which would probably look even better if it wasn't always slicked back with that industrial strength gel. Harry realized suddenly that he could picture every little detail about Malfoy's face with little effort. From his strong jaw, to his slender slightly upturned nose, to his milky soft skin, everything about the boy was appealing. He looked almost pure and angelic, yet he was incredibly confident and strong. A sense of power radiated from him, you almost felt safe with him around. It was this juxtaposition of qualities that made him seem so alluring, Harry realized.
Harry suddenly became aware that he had been standing in the shower for quite some time, letting the warm water run over his body, but he had gotten completely lost in thought and hadn't even begun to wash himself. He picked up the soap sitting on the inlaid marble shelf and rubbed it in his hands until a nice lather built up. As he began to spread the lather on his chest, the sweet aroma of the soap reached his nostrils and he suddenly had the strong desire to eat it. Hermione had made the soap for him last summer and had appropriately named it "Hot Apple Pie". The soap had a soothing effect and made his skin feel extra smooth and silky, as well as making him smell delicious.
After rinsing himself, he turned the water off, stepped out of the stall, and grabbed an over-sized fluffy red & gold towel from the stack next to the sink. Once he had dried himself off, he then wrapped the towel around his waist and made his way back to the dresser next to his bed to find some fresh clothes to wear. He noticed right away the house elves had been there while he was in the shower since his soiled uniform had been removed. He was always amazed at how efficient the house elves were. Every time he left something out of place, it was always back where it belonged when he looked for it. He always had clean clothes, and everything was always neat and tidy, which was especially amazing since he lived in a dormitory with several teenage boys.
It was then that he noticed the package sitting on his bed. It was wrapped in plain brown paper with a black satin ribbon binding it together. The ribbon was tied into an intricate bow on top and had a piece of parchment slid underneath. He picked up the package and removed the parchment to examine it closer. Dark green calligraphy slowly began to appear as he stared at the note.
"Put this on and meet me in the Great Hall at Midnight. ~D~"
D?? He stopped for a minute and tried to think of anyone who might be sending him a package and signing it with a D? Dumbledore maybe? As he gingerly untied the ribbon and removed the brown paper he continued to ponder the strange note.
When he removed the lid from the box, all he saw was black silk. 'Wow!' he though to himself. 'Is Dumbledore sending me a new robe? or maybe it's another cloak my father left behind and he has finally decided to give it to me. But why does he want me to meet him at midnight?' As he reached into the box to pick up the silk material, he realized that it was simply a small piece of fabric concealing the gift inside, like really expensive tissue paper. Harry's jaw dropped as he lifted the silk to reveal a black leather thong and matching collar.
And suddenly another "D" name popped into his mind.... Draco.
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AUTHOR's NOTES:
So…yeah… you all probably hate me right now for the second cliffhanger and the complete lack of the aforementioned sex scene… and for all those of you who thought I was going to make Harry masturbate in the shower… SHAME ON YOU… ~evil grin~ … I almost wrote a masturbation scene, but I changed my mind…
The sex scene will almost definitely be in the next chapter… unless more plot sneaks in between now and when I go to post it…
And I still can't believe I managed to use the word juxtaposition in this story.
First I have to give a quick apology to the rabid fans of my other fic "On The Edge" who have been writing me threatening emails about when I am going to post the next chapter... Sorry guys.. I got kinda distracted... but I will post the next chapter soon... I hope.
I am completely overwhelmed by the reaction this story is getting. I guess the Harry/Draco pairing is a lot more popular that I realized. Maybe I'll have to write more Harry/Draco fics, or maybe I will simply bulk this one up and make it longer. I had originally planned for this to be a PWP, but I wanted it to be at least somewhat believable, so I created a little build up… but I still planned for the end of the story to be the sex scene… who knows… this might just turn into a legitimate story with an actual plot??
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CHAPTER TWO: Hot and Steamy
After about an hour of apologizing to his teammates and the rest of Gryffindor house, Harry finally made his way back towards the dormitory. Everyone seemed to believe his story about the strong wind current that caused him to momentarily loose his balance and slow down, except for Hermione, who just looked at him curiously. She had attempted to pull him aside to interrogate him about what really happened, but he quickly made the excuse that he was tired and needed to take a shower.
As he walked into the deserted dormitory, he decided that he really did need a shower after all. He removed his uniform and threw it across his bed as he made his way towards the lavatory. He turned on the water in the first empty stall and stepped back giving the water a few moments to get warm. After testing the temperature, he removed his boxer-briefs and stepped into the stall, closing the curtain behind him.
As the warm water cascaded upon his naked body, Harry relaxed and let all of the stress of the past few days just melt away. He felt so calm and peaceful letting the water soothe his aching muscles. It was so much nicer to have the lavatory all to himself. For some reason the other Gryffindor boys had a tendency to be very loud when attending to their daily grooming rituals. Harry wondered if they were so vocal because they were trying to "act normally" when they were so obviously uncomfortable in a room full of naked boys. Or maybe that was just the way Harry felt, and the other boys really were just loud and obnoxious. He wondered if they diverted their eyes and looked at the ceiling as they walked through the room the way he did.
Harry was pretty sure he was different that the other boys. He knew the sight of the other boys excited him in ways he didn't want to admit... but what did that mean? Was he gay? He didn't know. He tried to rationalize his feelings. He had always felt drawn to Cho Chang, but he wasn't quite sure if the attraction was physical, or if he just liked being around her because she was such a cool person. She was really into Quidditch, she had a great sense of humor, and just seemed to fit in as one of the boys. Maybe that's why he liked her... maybe he just felt really comfortable around her because she exuded a sense of sexual passivity. He couldn't help but wonder if maybe she was like him. Maybe she was really uncomfortable being around all the girls and that's why she hung out with the boys so much. Harry decided that his felling towards Cho were completely platonic; after all, he had never had any erotic dreams about her, or any other girl for that matter.
But why Malfoy? Why was he suddenly having these sensual dreams about the one person who had always been his enemy? Or was Malfoy really his enemy? He remembered the first time he had ever met the blonde Slytherin. He hadn't been standoffish at all, he had even tried to be Harry's friend, but Harry had instantly rejected him. Harry had felt so nervous in his presence, and had felt the same ever since. He had always thought it was just because the boy was such a prat. He had never considered before that he found Malfoy intimidating because he might actually be ATTRACTED to him. Now that he thought about it, Malfoy was rather fetching, with his piercing blue eyes with flecks of silver and his silky blonde hair, which would probably look even better if it wasn't always slicked back with that industrial strength gel. Harry realized suddenly that he could picture every little detail about Malfoy's face with little effort. From his strong jaw, to his slender slightly upturned nose, to his milky soft skin, everything about the boy was appealing. He looked almost pure and angelic, yet he was incredibly confident and strong. A sense of power radiated from him, you almost felt safe with him around. It was this juxtaposition of qualities that made him seem so alluring, Harry realized.
Harry suddenly became aware that he had been standing in the shower for quite some time, letting the warm water run over his body, but he had gotten completely lost in thought and hadn't even begun to wash himself. He picked up the soap sitting on the inlaid marble shelf and rubbed it in his hands until a nice lather built up. As he began to spread the lather on his chest, the sweet aroma of the soap reached his nostrils and he suddenly had the strong desire to eat it. Hermione had made the soap for him last summer and had appropriately named it "Hot Apple Pie". The soap had a soothing effect and made his skin feel extra smooth and silky, as well as making him smell delicious.
After rinsing himself, he turned the water off, stepped out of the stall, and grabbed an over-sized fluffy red & gold towel from the stack next to the sink. Once he had dried himself off, he then wrapped the towel around his waist and made his way back to the dresser next to his bed to find some fresh clothes to wear. He noticed right away the house elves had been there while he was in the shower since his soiled uniform had been removed. He was always amazed at how efficient the house elves were. Every time he left something out of place, it was always back where it belonged when he looked for it. He always had clean clothes, and everything was always neat and tidy, which was especially amazing since he lived in a dormitory with several teenage boys.
It was then that he noticed the package sitting on his bed. It was wrapped in plain brown paper with a black satin ribbon binding it together. The ribbon was tied into an intricate bow on top and had a piece of parchment slid underneath. He picked up the package and removed the parchment to examine it closer. Dark green calligraphy slowly began to appear as he stared at the note.
"Put this on and meet me in the Great Hall at Midnight. ~D~"
D?? He stopped for a minute and tried to think of anyone who might be sending him a package and signing it with a D? Dumbledore maybe? As he gingerly untied the ribbon and removed the brown paper he continued to ponder the strange note.
When he removed the lid from the box, all he saw was black silk. 'Wow!' he though to himself. 'Is Dumbledore sending me a new robe? or maybe it's another cloak my father left behind and he has finally decided to give it to me. But why does he want me to meet him at midnight?' As he reached into the box to pick up the silk material, he realized that it was simply a small piece of fabric concealing the gift inside, like really expensive tissue paper. Harry's jaw dropped as he lifted the silk to reveal a black leather thong and matching collar.
And suddenly another "D" name popped into his mind.... Draco.
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AUTHOR's NOTES:
So…yeah… you all probably hate me right now for the second cliffhanger and the complete lack of the aforementioned sex scene… and for all those of you who thought I was going to make Harry masturbate in the shower… SHAME ON YOU… ~evil grin~ … I almost wrote a masturbation scene, but I changed my mind…
The sex scene will almost definitely be in the next chapter… unless more plot sneaks in between now and when I go to post it…
And I still can't believe I managed to use the word juxtaposition in this story.