The Leather Trouser Incident

Title: - A Muggle Adventure Part4 (The Leather Trouser Incident)
Date of Draft: -17/06/03 - Updated 06/12/05
Author: - Ibanez
Rating: - R (1 intimate Scene)
Warnings: - Slash, Harry/Draco
Summary: - Harry and Draco go shopping.
Authors Note: - It's been a while since I wrote the first two, but due to popular demand, the series is continuing. Also the previous two were written after a visit to London, it has been a while since I was last there, so I may have got some details wrong, but hey, artists licence.

Harry and Draco's recent tube trip was slightly more interesting than the previous trips. This time, the maze of tunnels and steps that was apparently trying its best to lead to the platform seemed to just lead them under roads or double back on themselves for some bizarre reason. Harry guessed it must be because there is so much stuff under London that they must have had to build around old pipes, sewers and not to mention Gringotts, which lived around there somewhere. Harry had somehow lost Draco amongst the tunnels but soon found him riding the escalator trying to clean some dirt of his shoes on the brushed edging of the steps.
'Here we are, Kings Cross Station!' Harry announced stepping onto the tube platform.
'What do you mean, this doesn't look like Kings Cross Station, that's on top of the ground and is all muggley and noisy.' Draco said reading the sign, which most undoubtedly said "Kings Cross Station" in the familiar red circle. 'I suppose two out of three isn't too bad'
'It's an interchange. That corridor leads up into the middle of the station that we know.' Harry said, heading to that very corridor. Draco just shrugged and followed, watching Harry's rear end move as he walked.

They walked up through Kings Cross Station and out into the busy streets. They visited a few shops before Draco dragged Harry into dark shop.
'Draco, you can't be serious!' Harry said worried.
'Uh-huh!' Draco nodded furiously as he clutched the pair of leather trousers.
'They are too small, get a few sizes bigger'
'They are perfect' Draco gave Harry his puppy-dog eyes.
'Try them on and see.' Harry suggested pushing his glasses back onto his nose with his finger.
Draco grasped at the button on his trousers and just as he was about to hoist them down Harry roughly pushed him into a small cubicle, just enough for one person to get changed comfortably, or two 'very' close friends for a bit of nookie.
'Oh Harry, I love it when you are spontaneous.' Draco began kissing Harry on the neck.
'No… I was just going to stop you from stripping in the middle of the store. You never put any underwear on this morning'
Draco stopped his assault on Harry's neck. 'How did you know that'
'Other than the fact that we do actually sleep together, and the fact that you only wear my boxers, my silk boxers; there were also the full complement of six pairs in the drawer, forcing me to deduct through standard reasoning that you were not wearing any of them on this particular day.' Harry smirked.
'Sheesh, talk about long winded. So how about it?' Draco asked.
'How about what? The trousers'
Draco made kissing sounds and puckered at Harry.
'Oh!' Harry looked behind him. Seeing no one around he slid the curtain closed quickly and wrapped his arms around his lover.
Draco grinned. 'My precious!' He whispered Lord of the Rings style. Harry responded with a laugh, followed by a kiss on the lips.
The next ten minutes was spent with Harry on his knees with his lips around Draco's manhood. Draco was pressed up against the back of the changing booth looking in the mirror at Harry getting him off. Harry could do this most amazing thing with his tongue, and it gave him waves of pleasure. It took all of Draco's will power not to scream when he came straight into Harry's mouth. He had done it a hundred times, but each time was like the first, each time is such an experience that he would love to have Harry permanently attached down there, but he didn't think Harry would like the fact he has to pee twice a day.
After a brief post-sexual-bliss cuddle Draco did actually try the trousers on and he stood in front of the mirror and let Harry run his hands all over the material that was pulled tight against his skin. It was very arousing.
'It's a bit tight around the front.' Draco commented.
'Well it would be, you still have a boner.' Harry prodded the tent-like structure that stretched the material.
Draco giggled. 'Looks like you will have to do it again'
Harry considered the option for a second, but decided against it. 'No. We have to go to Diagon Alley'
'Why we don't have school anymore remember? We finished school a few months ago. You've got an Auror apprenticeship and I got DADA Academy.' Draco said reminding Harry.
'I know. Why did they open that Defence Against the Dark Arts Academy, it's a stupid idea. Surely they can be taught all that in Hogwarts'
'Actually Harry,' Draco began. 'It's a centre for developing anti-curse spells such as wards and monitoring spells. After all, we are at war'
'Monitoring? Now I'll never be safe with you spying on me'
'Aww! Harry, I don't need to spy on you, I never leave your side. Besides your one of, if not the best Auror ever'
Draco's erection had subsided and Harry was now leading him to the cash counter. 'I'm only classed as Apprentice and I've not done any work yet'
'But your on the official Auror register, so that makes you an Auror, and after all, you are the great Harry Potter who has defeated Voldemort umpteen times more than anyone else. The closest person to you has to be…' Draco thought. 'Dumbledore! As he hasn't defeated Voldemort yet, but he annoyed him once I think'
Harry grinned. 'You prefer me than Dumbledore'
'Sure, you've got nice lips and eyes and hair, all he has is this cute butt'
'Draco that is seriously disturbing!' Harry cringed as he imagined his lover watching the ancient headmasters butt through his robes.
'Snape's got a really cool six-pack too, you should see it'
'I won't even ask!' Harry shook his head blocking out obtrusive thoughts.
'Oh he would sooner kill you than strip on demand. I was stealing potions and I hid in his wardrobe, I could see everything. Hey, did you know Snape has a really huge'
'Okay, I think we should pay for these and get on our way.' Harry interrupted pointing at the leather trousers that Draco still wore. Harry reached down and pulled at the label removing it from the garment to the Goth-lady at the counter could ring it through the till.

Once again they were walking down the street with Draco behind Harry watching his rear slide as he walked. Suddenly Draco stopped dead in his tracks looked around and dashed to a wooden bench where he sat down and leaned forward.
'Draco? You okay?' Harry asked genuinely worried.
'Umm, problem Harry'
'What, what's wrong?' Harry asked urgently.
'Well I was watching you and my trousers suddenly got tight again.' He leaned back slightly and sure enough was a tent big enough for a whole scout troop to camp under.
'Hmm!' Thought Harry. 'Ah! Just think of something that would turn you off'
After a pause it didn't seem to work. 'Its not working Harry all I see is your butt'
'Hey you can't put the blame on me. And are you sure you weren't thinking about Dumbledore'
'I'm sure.' Draco nodded.
'Okay… Try to imagine… Snape in a Tutu'
'Ew'
'Bingo!' A few seconds and Draco seemed more comfortable. 'Ready'
'Yeah, lets go.' Draco stood up after his rather remarkable recovery. 'One more thing Harry'
'Hm'
'It gets really hot in these things, and I mean 'really' hot, I think my balls are hardboiled.' Draco tried to pry the shiny leather from his legs to get some air between the fabric and his skin.
'You wanna put on your old ones?' Harry offered waving the carrier bag that contained his old pair that still looked in perfect condition. That was the one thing about Draco that Harry found intriguing. Although Draco's attempt to look Muggle-like was much to be desired, he still managed to look like a million Galleons in whatever he wore. Harry was the first to admit that in those leather trousers Draco looked like two million Galleons, and so was perfectly happy to oblige Draco's wish to continue wearing them as long as he could.
'Well.' Harry breathed. 'Time to find a networked chimney to floo.'