DISCLAIMER: Alright listen up. Everyone please be seated, buckle your seatbelt and make yourselves comfortable. Today the journey goes to Slash Island of the HD Association. Of course it would essential to mention that the author does not own anything. Please do not sweet talk the characters, do not feed or pet them, they tend to get attached. If they run off with you, I will be disabled from writing about them.
WARNING: May I also please remind you that this is a slash story, meaning that this contains lovers of the same gender. If this does not strike your fancy, then please take your leave, I do not wish for the characters to feel subjected to prejudices. Thank you.
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A/N: Sorry for the delay. But I ran into a rather nasty writer's block and hit my head pretty hard. Took me a week just to chip enough of the block away to write this. Umm…yeah.
Dragon Chronicles
By Nuin.
10. Lost Socks, Invisible Books and Leather Pants, Oh My!
"ARGGGHHH! LATE, I'M LATE!"
This was what Draco woke up to. He grumbled and buried himself deeper into the soft blankets, not in the least ready to get up yet. He sighed contently, when the noise didn't continue and went back to sleep.
"My socks! I can't find my socks! Where are my damn socks!"
Draco sat up in the bed, a disgruntled look on his face. It was then he noticed his boyfriend running frantically around the room. The blonde blinked a couple of times to rid his eyes of the sleepiness that threatened to overcome him again.
"What are you doing, Harry?" Draco asked. "It's bloody well…" He looked at the clock on the bedside table and sneered. "…nine in the morning on a Saturday."
Harry stopped immediately, when he heard Draco call out to him. "Breakfast is nearly over and I'm late." He pouted. "And it's a Hogsmeade weekend."
"Gah." Draco fell back onto the mattress, casting a hand across his eyes. Pulling it away again he glared at the pacing brunette. "Why don't you just order something from the kitchens? Besides Hogsmeade isn't all that new and it's certainly not going anywhere, so let me sleep."
"The kitchens?" Harry looked puzzled, then he slapped his hand against his forehead. "I didn't think about that."
"No, really." Draco deadpanned. "It doesn't surprise me. Getting up so early on a Saturday is so plebeian."
"Draco." Harry warned.
"All right, all right. Now that your problem is solved. I will go back to sleep, I'm not planning on getting up before noon." That said, Draco threw the covers over his body again, only to have them yanked away by a now cheerful brunette.
"Come on, Draco." Harry grinned. "Come have breakfast with me."
"No!" Draco growled.
"Are you always this cranky in the mornings?"
"I'm not cranky." The blonde said miffed, then grumbled to himself. "Just my luck that my boyfriend is a…urgh…morning person."
"Draaacooo! Get up!"
"NO!"
"Please? Come to Hogsmeade with me."
"No!"
"Come on." Harry whined.
Frustrated Draco sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He glared at the offensive Gryffindor. He stood up and stalked - or to be more precise limped - over to his boyfriend. Merlin, was he sore. But he covered up his pain with a scowl. Draco jabbed a finger into Harry's chest.
"Now you listen here, Harry Potter. I. Am. Not. Getting. Up. This. Early." He punctuated every word with another jab to the brunette's chest. "I like to sleep in on Saturdays and Sundays. Now, I let you have your way with me last night, so for Salazar's sake let me sleep! Hogsmeade can wait." He growled, turned around and went back to his bed. Snuggling under the covers he closed his eyes.
"You let me have my way with you?" Harry exclaimed incredulously.
Draco sighed irritably. He was just not going to be allowed to sleep in, was he? He couldn't be allowed to sleep off the soreness in his neither regions? He couldn't be allowed to sleep away the memories of yesterday's conversations with his father and godfather? However Harry couldn't read his mind. Well, he could, but he didn't do such things without consent. Harry was just too much of a Gryffindor to do that.
"You see, I had the distinct impression that you were the one begging me to do anything I wanted." Harry continued.
"Hn. I was horny and would probably have shagged Weasley at the time." Draco said offhandedly, there was no way he would let Harry know just how much he enjoyed being bottom at times.
"Eww, Draco. Did you really have to say that? With Ron? Eww, he's straight." Harry pouted. "Admit it you like being sub."
"Do not." Draco sniffed disdainfully. "Really, I do you a favour-"
"You're doing the denial thing again." Harry interrupted, he stepped closer to the bed.
"Am not."
"Draco, shut up." The brunette said, he then leaned in and caught Draco's lips in a quick kiss.
Drawing back Harry softly whispered. "Come down for lunch, when you're done getting your beauty sleep and then we can go to Hogsmeade."
Draco wrinkled his nose. "Beauty sleep? I don't need beauty sleep. That's only for ugly people, who think it will help." He picked up the blankets again and crept under them.
"Whatever." Harry shrugged. "Aha, there's my socks."
Draco suddenly felt something being pulled out from under him. He sighed, not even wanting to turn over and glare at his boyfriend. The last he heard before he fell asleep was the sound of the door closing with a small click.
Sometime later, when Draco finally decided that he did need something to eat, he ventured down to the Great Hall. Entering he saw that both Pansy and Blaise had taken up residence at the Gryffindor table. Sighing he figured that he might as well join them, lest he wanted to spend lunch carrying on a one-sided conversation with Crabbe and Goyle.
He walked over to the table and was pleased to find an empty seat between his boyfriend and Granger. Sitting down he suddenly noticed the cold air between the two Gryffindors on either side of him. Harry was silently eating his food, but smiled at Draco, when the blonde sat down. Granger however was sitting stiffly in her seat, her back turned to the brunette and bitter expression on her face.
He tapped Harry on the shoulder. "Harry, what is going on with you and Granger? You're usually talking each other's ears off."
The brunette glanced shortly at his fellow brunette Gryffindor, before looking at Draco. "Oh, she's just mad at me. She'll get over it." He shrugged.
"Not bloody likely, Harry." Granger interrupted angrily glaring at Harry.
"Hermione! You cursed!" Weasley exclaimed astonished.
"Oh, shut up, Ronald." Granger chided, then she rounded on Harry again. "You should be very ashamed of yourself, Harry. Really, it was so immature." She huffed, crossing her arms in front of her.
"What exactly did you do?" Draco asked, now seriously intrigued.
Harry suddenly smirked. "You deserved it, Hermione. Don't deny it. You were the one starting the discussion about my sex life." Then he continued in a low whisper. "And you had sex with Ron on MY bed."
Granger glared and pressed her lips into a thin line.
"But what did you do, Harry?" Draco asked again, bordering on the line of whining.
"He cast an invisibility charm on my Transfiguration textbooks! And he knows that we have that essay due for Monday." Granger nearly screamed in rage.
Draco stared astounded at the green eyed teen beside him. "You did that? Good boy." He praised, patting his boyfriend patronizingly on his head.
"Malfoy!" Harry growled playfully and batted the blonde's hand away. "Besides she did deserve it."
"Did not." She interjected.
"Did too." The dark haired Gryffindor retorted without missing a beat.
"Did- oh, just drop it, Harry. I'm not getting into this childish game with you." Granger seethed and then glared at the dark haired teen. "But mind you, I would look twice over my shoulder in the future if I were you."
"Miau!" Pansy suddenly said with a smirk. "Vicious little Gryffindor aren't you, Granger?"
The brown haired head girl just rolled her eyes in response and popped a strawberry into her mouth. Weasley however began to laugh. "Yeah, she is."
Immediately Granger turned a full blown death glare a la Snape on her red haired boyfriend. Her mouth twisted downwards in a frown. "Ronald Bilius Weasley!" She yelled. "You…argh…you..." Granger suddenly stopped, then she stood up from her seat and stormed from the Great Hall.
Draco watched her stomp out of the Great hall with amusement. "I thought I'd never see the day, when Granger was at a loss for words."
"Shut up, Ferret." Weasley growled and left to go after his girlfriend.
When Weasley had vanished from the Great Hall, Draco smirked and turned to look at the raven haired teen beside him. "That was a very Slytherin thing you did to her." He said appraisingly.
Harry smirked slyly and leaned close to his boyfriend. "Yeah, well I was supposed to be in Slytherin. Besides I'm not nearly done, I still need to get back at Ron for that little stunt with my former bed."
The three Slytherins and several Gryffindors snapped their head towards Harry as he spoke those words. Draco stared at the dark haired Gryffindor. "What? You were going to be a Slytherin?"
Harry shrugged. "Yeah…that's what the Sorting Hat wanted. Had I not asked it to put me in Gryffindor, I would probably be a Slytherin now."
"Really?"
"Uh-huh." Harry nodded. "And of course if it hadn't been for you that is."
"Me?" Draco asked incredulously.
"Yes, because we were such good friends back then. So of course I would have been a Slytherin, right?" Harry said mockingly cocking an eyebrow at Draco.
"Umm, right." The blonde Slytherin answered trying to hide his embarrassment, however his cheeks flushed a light pink colour.
"All right enough of that chit-chat." Blaise interrupted, earning him glares from both boys, he continued unabashed. "What I want to know is, what are you going to do with Weasley? You said you still owed him for the bed incident, whatever that is."
"The bed incident is nothing you need to know about, Zabini." Harry said. "But about Ron's punishment for that, I'm thinking something with spiders."
"Spiders?" Blaise stared at the Gryffindor and leaned in closer to the other boy. "Why spiders?"
A cruel, almost Malfoy-ish smirk appeared on Harry's lips. "It's his greatest fear." He stated simply.
Blaise sat back in seat surprised, then he grinned. "Now that's the Slytherin way of thinking."
"Whatever." Harry shrugged it off, he moved to stand up and looked down at the blonde Slytherin beside him. "I'm going to Hogsmeade. Coming, Draco?"
"Yeah, sure. Why not?" Draco rose from his seat as well, they began to walk out of the Great Hall.
"We'll come too." Pansy declared and grabbed Blaise and Finnigan, dragging them with her.
"No!"
"Come on, Harry. It'll look smashing, I promise." Finnigan pleaded.
"No, it's too tight."
"That's the point." Pansy said, then shook her head sighing. "Gryffindors."
"It's leather, Harry." Blaise said.
"I kinda already figured that out." Harry deadpanned.
"And it will look hot on you." Blaise continued. "Draco, what do you say?"
Draco hadn't giving his opinion so far, maybe it was the sight of his boyfriend in tight black leather pants that cleared his mind of all coherent thoughts. Not that he was complaining. Even though he had already seen Harry naked, there was just something about tight clothes that made him look so much hotter. If he were a Gryffindor, drooling would be a good option right now.
Harry was dressed in the tight leather pants and a deep blue silk shirt, accenting his muscle tone and lean form. And with the contrast of his olive tanned skin, green eyes and jet black hair it just screamed hot! Draco mentally shook his head to clear his mind of images concerning him, Harry in that outfit and a private room, preferably with a padlock on the door.
"He's getting those." He said.
"Draco!"
"Yes! You heard the man, Harry. You're getting the leathers and the shirt." Blaise grinned.
"When I suggested that we could go shopping in Hogsmeade, I didn't mean this." Harry whined. "I was thinking about Zonko's or Honeydukes, not Reynaldo's Leather and Silk for All Occasions."
"Yeah, yeah. Protest all you want, but you are getting that outfit and anything else we see fit to dress you up in." Blaise stated firmly.
"But-"
"No buts, Harry." Finnigan said. "Now, what else should we get you?" He pondered while looking around the shop, before his eyes widened with glee. "What do you say to spandex?"
"NO!" Harry yelled. "No, Seamus!"
"Fine." Finnigan pouted. "It was just a joke anyway."
Harry scowled and folded his arms in front of him. "Are we done yet? It's nearly three and I haven't been to Honeydukes yet."
"Well, we do know what sizes you use." Blaise pointed out, then he smirked deviously. "But unless you want us to pick out your new wardrobe all by ourselves, you'd better stay."
Harry's face turned pale, "Honeydukes can wait." He said quickly.
Finnigan grinned widely. "Great, then you can try these on." He said and thrust several pieces of clothes into a stunned Harry's arms.
Harry shook his head as he walked back into the fitting room and mumbled to himself. "Why did I agree to come in here?"
"How did I get talked into buying all this?" Harry said in disbelief, staring down at the four shopping bags in his hands and the two bags Finnigan were holding. Draco, Blaise and Pansy had sneakily wormed their way out of carrying anything by saying that they wouldn't be going to Gryffindor Tower. Unfortunately for Harry and Finnigan, they hadn't really thought it over, since they were on their way to The Three Broomsticks for a drink and not to their respective dorms in Hogwarts Castle.
"Well, actually, Harry." Blaise said. "You didn't buy any of this."
"What do you mean?" Harry looked at the dark haired Slytherin with puzzlement.
"I just had it charged to Draco's account at Gringotts." Blaise grinned.
"You did what!" Draco sneered, glaring at the other Slytherin.
"Please, Draco. You have more money than you could ever spend in five life times, so why not spend it on your boyfriend with horrible taste in clothes and get him some good ones instead?"
"Hey!" Harry protested.
"Harry, admit it. Elephantine sized clothes are so…no year's fashion. Don't you want to look good for your lover? To see the unadulterated lust in his eyes, before he pounces on you?" Pansy said with a smirk.
"Uhh…" Harry blinked.
"Thought so. Anyway, Draco?" Pansy asked, fishing for Draco's attention.
"Yeah?" He said, walking up to the door of The Three Broomsticks.
"I hardly think that this little shopping trip is going to make an indent in your family's fortune. Besides won't Harry look extremely hot his new clothes? So shaggable?"
"Whatever." Draco tried to absentmindedly wave her off, he opened the door to the establishment and walked in followed closely by the others. They quickly spotted an unoccupied table with enough space for the five of them and Draco swiftly sat down in a chair near the wall far away from everything. He subtly crossed his legs, hiding what he definitely didn't want the others to see. Having seen Harry in those leather pants had done something more than just making him think about drooling like a Gryffindor. Something rather hard to be exact.
Harry, Finnigan and Blaise agreed among the three of them that they were going up to the counter and get drinks for all of them. So that left Draco and Pansy alone at the table.
He glared at Pansy as she sat down beside him smiling sweetly, it was sickening and very suspicious. Pansy only smiled sweetly, when she either wanted him to do something or when she was up to something. Dear Merlin, he hoped that it wasn't the latter, he hadn't even gotten her back for the last stunt she pulled on him. For that matter he hoped that it wasn't the former either, when Pansy wanted something, it often was at the expense of him and his pride. Draco sighed.
"All right, what do you want, Pansy?" He ground out in a hushed voice.
She looked shocked, then blinked and said as innocently as a spider addressing a fly. "What do you mean, Draco?"
"Don't play with me, Parkinson. I know you want something, so what is it?" Draco snarled.
"Ouch, reverting to last names. You're angry with me." Pansy smirked amusedly. "Now why would I want something from you?"
"I don't know, I'd rather not go into depth with how your lunatic mind works." Draco said, dropping his head to rest in the palm of his hands.
"I'm hurt, Draco. I really am." She pouted.
"Like I care." Draco muttered.
Pansy ignored him.
"Ooh, hot chocolate!" Pansy cheered when Harry and the others came back with their drinks.
Draco was so startled by her one-eighty degree turn personality wise that he didn't even notice Harry sitting down next to him. He was absorbed by the thoughts swirling around in his head, thoughts about what Pansy could want from him, but didn't want to tell him. He knew it couldn't be anything good. It never was. Suddenly he discovered a hand waving energetically in front of his eyes.
"Draco?" Harry asked. "You in there?"
"Yeah." Draco sighed as he accepted the steaming hot cup of coffee presented to him by his boyfriend. Quietly he sipped the beverage, while glaring suspiciously out of the corner of his eyes at the only girl of their group. Pansy was sitting innocently enough in her seat with her own drink, but Draco didn't buy the innocent act for one second, she was up to something.
He hated not knowing what was going on.
He hated it.
