Title: Tiger Print

Author: Meridian

Rating: PG

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Summary: Electric Android gave me h/d as a pairing and told me Lucius's pimp cane and tiger print boxer shorts had to be involved... this is what became of it...

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It had been an interesting summer break, Draco thought to himself as he stood in front of the mirror wall admiring his physique. He turned slightly, letting the light fall on his body in just the right way to emphasise his perfectly toned muscles. He was in great shape, even if he did say so himself. Draco turned again resuming the lifelong debate of deciding which was his best side.

It was just as he was leaning towards choosing his left that the shadow blocked his light. The Malfoy heir glared at the intruder. "Potter you're in my light"

Harry raised an eyebrow and moved to stand beside the blond, carefully avoiding the Slytherin's light. He took a minute to look at Draco, the boy who was completely naked, except for a pair of tiger print silk boxer shorts and a cane that looked suspiciously like his fathers... Harry said the only thing he could think of "Tiger print?"

Draco locked his eyes with Harry's in the mirror "Yes Potter, anything wrong with that?"

The Gryffindor fought to hold in a laugh and tried to change the topic, "Err is that your fathers cane?"

A smirk appeared on Draco's face as he down looked at the snake headed stick, "Well he doesn't really have a need for it, being in Azkaban" the blond switched the cane from his right hand to his left admiring the way his hand held it.

The Gryffindor didn't fail to notice this, and tried to hide his laughter behind a sudden freak coughing fit while his hand cleverly concealed the huge grin that had spread across his face.

The pale boy eyed him suspiciously then turned back towards his own reflection, lifting the cane and performed a tricky looking move that involved a lot of twiddling and spinning.

Harry's body shook with laughter as his coughing fit turned into full blown hysterics and his posing companion spun around in a graceful motion calculated to end with him facing Harry and the cane connecting lightly with the side of the Gryffindor's neck. "What's so funny Potter?"

Harry held his chest and took long deep breaths, desperately willing the laughter to stop. He resorted to pointing at the boxer shorts and the cane before he burst into giggles.

The Slytherin glared at him again, "They are my father's Potter, do you have a problem with them?"

Harry held his breath and shook his head, trying to look slightly convincing. He could feel his cheeks quickly turning red and he opened his mouth to breath in deeply before letting out yet another laugh.

An odd smirk worked its way onto Draco's face and Harry knew the boy well enough to be worried. Draco drew back and pointed the long black cane at Harry. With a curious wiggle of his hips the tiger print boxers hit the floor, he picked them up with his other hands. "Your turn," the blond said, holding the boxers out to the Gryffindor, whose eyes stared in horror at the boxers. Draco pulled the wand out of the end of the cane and pointed it towards Harry, a full blown smirk was now on his face "Strip!" he ordered.