Genre: Romance, hopefully incites a chuckle or two
Pairing: Harry/Draco (That means slash, kiddos!)
:Inserting Standard Disclaimer Issue #426 here:
Summary: "I just decided to share with you how much I love ties," Draco shares with Harry his love for ties.
Perhaps part of a series giving explanation to why Hogwarts students have to wear what they do. I don't wanna say too much in case I jinx it.
This idea has been in my head for ages, so I'm glad I've finally been able to write it down. Hopefully it's enjoyable!
Those Dratted Things They Call Uniforms;
Mandatory Article Number One: Ties
Ridley Jack
"You know why they make us wear ties, Pothead?" Malfoy smirked as he ambled unhurriedly down the empty corridor.
Harry's head jerked up, as did the rest of him when he realized who had found him slouched despondently against the wall. Judging by the smirk on his face, he'd have something to say about that, too. Oh, why couldn't he be in class like everyone else? Harry bemoaned silently.
"Why are you here, Malfoy?" Harry asked tiredly, beyond the point of caring.
"Do you know why?" Malfoy asked again, referring to his earlier question.
Harry sighed. He wasn't really in the mood for Malfoy and his antics just then. He'd had to find out, through Lavender, (Lavender of all people! The biggest gossiper (well, tied with Pavarti) in Hogwarts!), that Hermione and Ron were going out. Steadily. Had been for a while, in fact. And he'd been too blind to notice it; too involved in other things. Malfoy was not helping his steadily deteriorating mood.
"I'm not in the mood, Malfoy. Just this once, please?" he inwardly cringed. Imagine that; Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, practically begging Draco Malfoy, Ferret-Face, Son-of-a-Death Eater, and therefore, by default, Enemy-of-the-Boy.
Malfoy sighed imperceptibly, and repeated the only words he'd uttered so far, and slowly, at that, as if to someone who barely qualified as a four year-old. "Do. You. Know. Why."
Harry sighed again, this time much more heavily. "Fine then. No, Malfoy, I don't know why. I suppose you'll tell me, though, won't you?" he asked derisively.
To say that Harry received the shock of a lifetime would be a severe understatement. To say that Harry enjoyed it would make it a vast one, too.
Draco's pale, slender hand shot out, and before Harry could react, grabbed his red-and-gold tie and tugged him closer.
"Wh—" was all that he got out before Draco's surprisingly soft lips descended upon his own.
He bit back an exclamation of surprise. Malfoy was gay! Why… When…
All other thoughts were erased from his mind when Draco's tongue slid across his bottom lip. Harry gasped, and Draco used this opportunity to engage their tongues in a heated battle.
Draco's hand slowly released its hold on Harry's tie, to come to rest instead upon his chest. His other worked its way around Harry's waist, clamping their bodies together. Not that Harry cared, mind you. His hands were currently occupied, one tangled in the strands of pale-blond hair that really was as soft as it looked, and the other was cupping Draco's cheek, where his thumb was leisurely rubbing back and forth.
They broke apart only when air became a necessity. Harry gawked at Draco, blazing emerald eyes wide, hands falling to rest on his shoulders. "What was that?" he demanded once he got his breath partially under control.
Draco shrugged. "I just decided to share with you how much I love ties," he said, his smouldering eyes alight with mirth. "Don't you agree?" he asked, arching a delicate brow.
Harry felt heat flood his face, but carried on heedlessly. "I think I need another demonstration," he murmured, head lowering and arms encircling Draco, gently stroking his back.
"Much obliged," Draco whispered against his ear, sending shivers down Harry's spine.
– Fin –
I hoped you liked it! I think I already have an idea for the next article… :plots: