FINAL AUTHOR'S NOTE.
I thank everyone for reading, and hope if you've gotten this far, you'll take the time to review.
Yes, I know, it's a short chapter, but most of my other stories are in r, or even the restricted section.org, so I was having trouble not corrupting it. I hope you think it ended as sweetly as it began.
I would like to recommend both Briana Rose's fic's, and WitchyWoman's. they both beta, and they're both brilliant.
Wish you all the best in writing, (and please read some of my other stories)
Staci.
"Draco, where are you taking me?"
"Now, that really isn't any of your business, is it?" he said, with a hint of the Malfoy smirk on his face.
"If you don't tell me what you want to do, why would I do it?" Harry asked reasonably.
"Oh trust me, you want to do this."
As they passed the portraits, many snickered when they saw the two small boys holding hands.
"Hello Venus."
The woman in the white dress squealed with happiness. "Rico and Dermot told me it was a boy, but I didn't believe them. God, no wonder he didn't react to the first two songs, why didn't you tell me it was a boy, they have completely different approaches."
"I didn't tell you it was a male, because I didn't think you'd be ok with it."
"Child, I'm the goddess of love. What are you, stupid? Thinking I wouldn't like it. Honestly. No wonder you're blonde."
Harry snickered. It was so fun to hear Draco get yelled at, and not be mad at him himself.
"Oi, shut up. I was going to give you my acclamation for giving me valuable advice, but now you're teasing me."
Still smiling, Harry commented, "Wow, I've never heard Draco say oi before. I think I like you."
"Well I like you too then. I can see you have a need to be wooed, and Draco has a need to woo someone. You're perfect. It's almost like I matched you up. Now who's the 5 cent sketch?"
"Alright. That was uncalled for."
"So you're?"
"Regretful."
"And?"
"I lement doing it."
"And?"
"And what? I said everything that's true."
"Draco, say you're sorry, you git."
"Malfoy's don't apoligise."
"This one does, if he wants to do whatever he had previously planned."
Draco sighed, a long loud sigh, and looked at Harry to see if it would get him off the hook. It didn't so he said, "Venus, I'm sorry for calling you a 5 cent sketch."
Without waiting for her reply, he grabbed Harry's arm, and dragged him further down the hallway. Harry heard what suspiciously sounded like a wtitch cha! noise (AN the noise the boys make in my school that means the guy is whipped) before he got taken into a room.
Looking around, he saw it was a shower room.
"Ah, the prefects washroom. Such a glorious place. 4 of them around the castle. Did Ron ever show you? No? Well, this is one of them. It's the only one with a shower. The others are all baths, but I think that's disgusting. You're washing by sitting in your own filth. How are you ever supposed to get clean?"
"They aren't that bad."
Instead of answering, Draco said, "Do you want another massage?"
"Oh Merlin, of course."
The blonde twisted one of the handles and steaming hot water came flooding down. Harry walked over to Draco, and he slipped his hand down his robe, rubbing his back. Draco's left hand, stitches finally taken out, which had required a quick trip back to the muggle hospital, stroked him outside his robes. Ah, nothing in the world better then a massage. For a moment Harry wondered where Draco had learned how to so something so skilful, but then decided he didn't care. It didn't matter where he did it as much as it mattered that he did it to Harry.
Somehow clothes got shed, though that part was never quite clear in Harry's mind, he had been more preoccupied with kissing Draco then noticing what was happening around him.
Hot water still hissing, they slipped into the shower, still holding each other. Draco turned another tap on the side of the wall, and shampoo spilled out. Cupping his hand, he caught some, and started to work it into Harry's locks. Harry tried to keep his eyes open, so he could look at this vision of perfection in front of him, but the suds worked their way down his forehead, and fell into his eyes, stinging them. He winced, and Draco murmured, "Keep them closed, I'm not going to leave." Draco leaned forward and kissed the tops of his eyelids.
They switched positions so Harry was closer to the stream of water. Draco worked his fingers through the tresses, to run the soapy water to the tips, and out of his hair. After his hair was clean, they switched positions again. He pressed a different tap, and greenish soap came out.
He lifted it to his face, and breathed in deeply. "Yum, I see we have French Vanilla Pear this week." he rubbed his hands back and forth briskly, and the green gel turned into whiteish foam. He started to slather it all over Harry's sinewy body, and Harry shivered.
When it was covering his body, Draco stepped out of the shower to grab his wand. Pointing it at Harry, he said "Anmis." a stream of water shot out the tip, rather like a hose.
"Isn't it redundant to magic your wand to pour out water in a shower?"
Making no comment, he pointed his wand at Harry's chest. He waved it in a few different directions, and when Harry looked down, the small stream of water had drawn out a flower.
Just as Harry was about to compliment him on a nice drawing, Draco muttered "No no no" and lathered more green gel onto Harry's chest. This time he drew out a random elclectic mass of circles and squares. "No!"
5 drawings later, Draco looked like he was about to throw a fit. "What's the matter Dray?"
"It won't bloody go right. You're supposed to be a canvas, and all my love for you is supposed to show through the drawings I make on you. But it won't work!"
Harry threw himself forward onto Draco. He kissed him for several long passionate minutes. When they separated, Draco had Harry's body marks on his chest, the soap had transferred.
"I think that's a good drawing." Harry offered, looking down at the smudged soap.
"I think you're right."