Chapter 3
The overcast sky hid the sunrise as a weary eyed Harry sat, deep in thought, at his window. A gray, bleak morning began. Harry wondered where Seamus was, and how he felt. The boy with the jet black hair crawled out of his chair. The thought of seeing Draco Malfoy again made him feel guiltily giddy. Yes, today was the day he was to show up at Draco's house. Harry pulled himself out of the trance-like state he was in the whole night through, undressed, and stepped into the shower. He let the water trickle silently down his body, rippled with years of working out at the gym—with Seamus… Harry slowly reached down and grabbed his member. Pathetically soft, it was. Even it was missing Seamus. All eight inches of it. Harry thought of Draco. He felt it quiver. He thought of Draco undressing and felt it harden. Harry moaned and started to pump. All eight inches of it…
After the shower, and the guilty little pleasure dance, Harry dressed and went down to shop for a new wardrobe for his stay at the Malfoy Manor. He bought a sleek silver trunk, a set of tight black pants, tight black turtlenecks and tee shirts. He stopped at Knockturn Alley to buy an amount of odd, deathly looking objects—steel rat skulls, dried snake skin headbands, etc. He dressed into a pair of his new pants and a new turtle neck. He swept his black and silver cloak over his torso and made his way to the Malfoy Manor.
Tall, cast iron gates loomed unwelcomingly over Harry. The overcast sky rumbled with thunder, threatening to burst at any moment. In fact, the sky did burst. Rain suddenly poured down, drenching Harry, his new clothes, and trunk. Harry smirked- he'd look even more pathetic and Draco'll have to bring him in. Harry mumbled the password he found in the file, making the large gates swing open with a deafening screech. Harry pulled his trunk down the concrete path leading to the front door to the dark, gloomy mansion. A flash of lightning brightened the sky, making Harry dash faster to the large, black, shining ebony door. Harry timidly knocked the great bronze snake knocker. In a moment or two, the door opened a crack and out peeked a house elf. The elf immediately recognized Harry, jumped out the door and ran down the road squealing. The little thing had to come back, after finding it was not able to go more than a couple feet away from the Malfoys' property. The elf meekly returned, staring at Harry like he was the messiah.
"What does master—That is… Mr. Harry Potter wish?" the little thing stuttered.
"I'd like to see Mr. Malfoy." Harry said indifferently, in the most Slytherin-ish voice he could muster.
The little house elf looked surprised. "I'll get him." And started to walk away.
"Wait," Harry said. "Don't tell him it's me."
The elf nodded, puzzled, and turned back around and down the hall he went. The ebony doors slammed shut. A couple moments later, the door opened a crack and Draco's sharp nose pointed out. His silvery eyes squinted, not believing who was standing in the rain. He glared into Harry's eyes, and then shut the door.
Harry rapidly knocked again, calling Draco's name. It was obvious Draco was waiting for this, for after only a few knocks the door opened, a little wider than before. The rain had soaked Harry through at this point. His usually wild hair was soaking and flat on his head.
"Please, Draco, it's cold and wet. I've changed my ways." Harry pleaded. Draco cocked his head to the side, wondering whether or not to believe him. A moment passed in the still air of uncertainty, then, with a sudden change of heart, Draco let Harry into the mansion, out of the rain. Only so that he would be out of the rain. Draco didn't let Harry get more than a couple steps away from the door.
"What do you want, Potter?" Draco asked sharply.
"I've changed my ways, Malfoy. I swear. I don't know what came over me." Harry tried to look convincing
Draco raised one of his sexy, slender eyebrows.
Harry resided into a fit of fake coughing and fell to the ground in a mock faint. Luckily, as part of his auror training, Harry had taken acting lessons and did this all quite convincingly. He smiled on the inside as he felt Draco pacing around him. He felt Draco suddenly pick him up and carry him down the hall. Harry felt them going up some stairs and on to a landing, and more walking. Harry took this moment to enjoy being in the arms of the one boy he had lusted after all through his middle years. He felt Draco's strong arms across his back as he lay face up. Draco leaned Harry up against something and opened the door to a room. Back into the Slytherin's arms Harry went and across the room. He heard a soft pat as Draco lay him down in the softest material Harry had ever felt.
Harry heard Draco's mother's voice calling across the house. "Who was that, Draco dear?"
"Oh just some muggle salesman…" Draco muttered, much to Harry's surprise.
Harry moaned, still in his mock faint, getting ready to "wake up". He stretched and slowly opened his eyes, sniffling and coughing.
Harry couldn't resist letting his lips quiver, holding back the smile as he saw Draco rush to his side.
"Alright Harry?" Draco asked in the most tender voice that could ever come out of him. Harry knew there was some heart inside of the boy, somewhere, and here it was, on a platter in front of him. All Harry had to do was reach out and enjoy.
Harry nodded, coughing again. "I'm so sorry, it's just, I've had this cold and this rain, it must have just gotten it worse."
There was an uneasy silence as Harry searched Draco's eyes for some sort of feeling. The two snapped out of it as Draco shook his head and asked. "So what are you doing here?"
"I ran out of money for rent of my apartment," Harry sighed, trying to go for a more reasonable excuse. "And there's nowhere else in town and I swear I'm not on the other side anymore. I've been persuaded."
Draco's eyes turned cold. "How can I trust you, Potter?"
"Please, Draco…"
Draco shook his head, stiffly.
Harry sighed. Realizing he had left his trunk outside, he asked "Can I at least have some dry clothes for the road?"
Draco nodded after a moment of pondering. He motioned to his wardrobe and sat back on his bed. Harry inhaled his smile and kept it inside, cautiously approaching the wardrobe and looking in it. He picked out a silky maroon top and some more black pants. He looked at Draco questioningly, unbuckling his belt. Draco motioned it was alright for him to go on, and looked out the window.
Harry used this moment on Draco. He slowly took off his turtleneck and pants, standing there in his green plaid boxers. Harry pretended he had an itch on his well formed chest and took a moment to scratch that. Looking back at Draco, Harry realized the boy had been eyeing him. Realizing his legs and body were wet with rain, Harry approached Draco to ask for towels. The silver haired boy immediately blushed as he saw the nude-except-for-boxers boy walk up to him. "Do you have a towel? I'm kind of wet… all over." Harry said, posing the question. Draco nodded, trying to regain his class and hopped off the bed. As he went out the door, Harry couldn't help noticing the tight bulge in Draco's crotch.
Obviously having adjusted himself outside, Draco came back in with some green towels and gave them to Harry. Harry took his time, slowly padding water off his smooth skin, gleeful that he could see Draco's eyes drifting up and down him. Once he was dry, Harry slowly pulled on some pants and put his arms in the shirt. He sat down on the bed next to Draco to button it up and left the latter hanging untucked.
"Thanks, Draco." He said. After a moment, "I better get going." Harry got off the bed and walked towards the door. He was halfway out when he heard Draco's little voice.
"No, wait… I changed my mind…"
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Disclaimer: None of these sexy bodies belong to me, as much as I would love to spend a night in bed with each of them.
...I wanna apologize for Harry's sluttiness, I guess he's a little OOC there, yet, who knows. Harry isn't gay in the books but still gay in the fic, so why can't sluttiness be a side effect of homosexuality (and it often is). How'd you like Draco in this? I know he's probably a bit OOC also but I needed to get Harry in there somehow. Hehe, tell me what you thought of Harry's makeshift strip tease... I love all of you who've reviewed!