DISCLAMER: I own nothing; everything belongs to J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury etc.

WARNINGS: This will be slash of the Draco/Harry variety. Other pairings include: Hermione/Ron, Lupin/Snape, others may come later.

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Chapter 3: A Leather Fetish

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"I am not wearing that!" Harry yelled, voice echoing down the hall, to reach the amused ear of one Draco Malfoy. From his room Draco smirked. He'd known Harry would react like that, but he really couldn't let him wear his own clothes. Think of the embarrassment. So, Draco had taken the liberty of selecting an outfit from his own wardrobe for Harry to wear shopping. Any minute now Harry would come storming down the corridor; ah here he comes now, "Draco!" Draco turned towards the door and was shocked at what he saw, a very wet Harry Potter wearing nothing but a small white towel wrapped around his waist. Draco watched as water droplets fell from Harry's wet mop of hair onto his collarbone and down his chest, and a very nice chest it was too. Harry seemed to notice that once again he had failed to dress appropriately to be in the company of another person, namely Draco Malfoy, flushed red and ran down the hall to his room.

Harry emerged from his room some time later; Draco smirked when he saw what he was dressed in. "Don't look at me like that," Harry growled at Draco "I can't believe you're making me wear this" Harry gestured incredulously down at his outfit – black leather pants which hugged his hips and butt in an almost obscene way, and loose black silk shirt which buttoned up the front revealing his aforementioned collarbones. Draco thought his clothes on Harry were very sexy and immediately set about reassuring Harry of it. It was only an added bonus that his reassurances made Harry blush (nothing to do with Draco's twisted fantasies at all). "Fine, lets just get going" He strode ahead and out of the flat and down the stairs leaving Draco to hurry after him.

They arrived some time later at a rather large shopping complex, nothing like Draco had seen in the wizarding world. Draco looked around eyes wide. There were flat white surface everywhere, large windows and moving stairs, which Harry informed him were called escalators. There were many levels of shops and a large food hall, which Draco noticed Harry was gravitating towards and immediately drew him away and instructed his to stay focused on the task at hand: find Harry some new clothes. "Fine," Harry sighed dejectedly in defeat. "What are we looking for exactly?"

Draco looked around surveying the large array of shops. Suddenly something caught his eye. He began moving towards it dragging Harry with him. Upon reaching his destination he stood and surveyed his find. Harry stood beside him, looking at the store sceptically – it was certainly different. As they entered the store they were assaulted by loud blaring rock music, the lights were dimmed and there was leather, silk and denim everywhere. It was like a dream for Draco, who was presently imagining Harry dressed in tight leather jeans and a leather collar which was prominently displayed in a glass case. Harry interrupted his thoughts, "Ah, Draco? You're drooling" Draco immediately snapped out of his stupor.

"I am most certainly not drooling!" he exclaimed as he surreptitiously wiped at his mouth (note to self: do not drool).

At that moment a pretty young salesgirl emerged from behind a rather large pile of leather items to ask "May I help you?" Draco jumped in before Harry could reply by listing what he was looking for, the salesgirl looked slightly bewildered. She looked at the other young man and exclaimed "Excuse me but do you go to Brunel University?"

"Yeah, I do. Do you go there too?" Harry looked closer at the salesgirl, she did look familiar. Then again with hair like hers she was hard to miss, but then Harry had never claimed to be the most observant person. The girl stood at around five foot six, her hair fell down to her waist and was dyed a flaming red colour. She wore heavy eyeliner around her blue-green eyes, making them appear much larger in size. Harry had to admit that she was very pretty, but he wasn't so sure about her outfit. Although, according to Draco's analysis of his own fashion he wasn't the best judge for that. She wore a long green flowing skirt which went down to her ankles, a simple white singlet top and around her neck she wore an assortment of beaded necklaces. "I'm Maddy. I've seen you around campus. You're friends with Seth and Damian right? I've known them since primary school." Harry nodded; he'd heard them mention her before but had never actually gotten the chance to meet her.

Draco had finally had enough, this girl was here to serve him and what was she doing? Talking to Harry that's what, not that he minded of course (coughliarcough). Draco nudged Harry causing him to notice Draco once again. "Oh sorry, Draco. Maddy, Draco's trying to buy me a new wardrobe. Apparently the clothes I have aren't good enough –these aren't my clothes, they're his," pointing at his current attire. "He said it would be simply too damaging on his social status to be seen in what I usually wear" Draco and Maddy exchanged knowing glances. Maddy knew what Harry usually wore, her fingers itched whenever she saw him on campus, it was truly horrendous what he could do with innocent pieces of clothing. Maddy turned to Draco, "Right, so what are you thinking, Draco?" Draco smiled (a rather evil smile in Harry's opinion – this immediately put him on alert, back at school a look like that always meant trouble).

What felt like years later to Harry (although in reality only about two hours), they finally left the shop. Harry was laden down with at least six bags all full of pants, tops, belts, shoes, jackets and to Harry's utmost horror a lather collar. Harry had yet to understand why Draco had insisted so adamantly that it be purchased. As well as buying Harry new clothes Draco had also purchased a few items for himself. Amazingly everything he tried on made him look absolutely ravishing and Harry was having a rather hard time suppressing his approval. Draco turned to Harry, 'Maddy's such a nice girl, so helpful. Don't you think Harry?"

Harry groaned in response. It wasn't that he didn't like Maddy, because he did. She was smart and witty. It's just that two hours of being made to try on every possible combination of clothes, being prodded and twisted this way and that wasn't exactly Harry's idea of a good time. It appeared that she and Draco had enjoyed themselves immensely at his expense. To Harry's utter mortification Draco had made several lewd comments while Harry was wearing a certain pair of tight, leather pants – it seemed that Draco had a strange leather fetish.

Arriving back at the flat was a relief for Harry as on the way home Draco had insisted on going into almost every store to 'expand his knowledge of muggle popular culture'. Harry was sure he was doing it just to annoy him, seriously, how much knowledge could you gain by going into a Bonds underwear store? Although, Draco had bought Harry a very nice pair of grey boxer shorts. Now that he thought about it, Draco did seem to spend a lot of time focussing on Harry's body, more particularly his ass. Strange. Unbeknownst to Harry Draco was in fact currently scoping out the much talked about body part.

Draco considered his choice of standing quite ingenious as he watched Harry struggle with the shopping bags and trying to find the right key to the flat, from this angle he had a very nice view of Harry' behind. Draco was abruptly jolted out of his staring by a drop of wetness on his shirt "Shit!" he exclaimed. He was drooling again (note to self, again: stop drooling). Something needs to be done; Draco concluded realising that there was only one way to stop his disturbing and highly embarrassing habit of drooling over Harry. Then it cam to him like a golden ray of sunshine, he would have to strip Harry naked and claim his delectable ass as his own. One problem: How to get Harry naked and agree to being taken by Draco. This one needed some serious thought.

Harry had finally gotten the right key to open the door, had entered and was currently pouring himself a drink of coke when he realised that Draco hadn't followed him into the flat. He ventured out into the hallway to see the door still wide open and Draco still in the doorway. Harry thought he was deep in though (he was also mumbling to himself – but we'd better not talk about that) so he decided to leave him to it. Harry walked to the lounge and flopped down onto it, removed his shoes off and flicked on the TV, innocently unaware of Draco's scheming.

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A/N: okay, so no Lupin/Snape in this chapter, I decided to save that until later. Next chapter (the most probable outline): Draco develops an evil plan to debauch Harry leading Harry to realise his own secret desires for Draco.

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