A/N: And now for the third installment! Day Two - Continued! Enjoy.
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Chapter 3: Draco and Harry Go Shopping
"Come on!" Harry called, grabbing his coat off the coat rack next to the door. "We don't have all day, you know! They close in about 5 hours!"
"Honestly," Draco muttered, tying the laces on the shoes he was borrowing from Harry. He stood and zipped the front of his coat, turning toward the front door. "All right, Potter, lead the way," he sneered. Harry rolled his eyes, but opened the door for Draco. Draco nodded curtly and walked briskly through the door into the cool afternoon air. Harry shook his head and shut the door, locking it with a key, then gently tapping his wand on the doorknob. He tucked his wand back up into the small strap on his arm and adjusted his sleeve, turning toward Draco. He gestured toward the Toyota Prius in the driveway.
"Go ahead and get in," Harry said, "it's already unlocked." Draco nodded and climbed into the passenger-side seat. He was looking around the cab of the car when Harry got into the driver's seat.
"This is a pretty nice car, Potter, what is it?" Draco asked.
"A Toyota Prius," Harry replied. Draco bobbed his head in an approving manner. "It's nice, isn't it?"
"Yeah, it is, though my father's Porsche was a lot nicer," Draco replied snootily (Is that a word?), looking out the window. Harry shook his head and pressed the button on the dashboard to start the car. When he started pulling out of the driveway, Draco looked at him with a shocked expression.
"Are we drifting? Are we going to crash? Potter, stop us!" Draco cried frantically. Harry laughed at him.
"No, Malfoy, the car's on. You just can't hear it, since it's a Hybrid and it's extremely quiet." Harry smirked at Draco and Draco wanted to steal his smirk back from Harry's face.
"I knew that," Draco said, "I was just testing you. To make sure you know how to drive this thing." Draco resumed looking out the window, a faint swash of pink colouring his cheeks. Harry grinned. /I'm so sure.../ Harry thought. Draco seemed disinterested in the passing storefronts of London that had, at one point, excited Harry. They no longer held a sense of wonder, they were just faceless storefronts lining the streets. He took a few turns and stopped at his favorite clothing store.
"The Silver Snake?" Draco asked, his eyes flashing questioningly. Harry shrugged.
"I like their style," Harry said simply. He stepped out of the car and waited for Draco to get out. When Draco finally shut his door, Harry pressed the small black button on the door handle to lock the car. He and Draco walked into the shop and Harry automatically headed to his favorite part of the store. He started browsing through the stylishly gothic black shirts and the heavily chained pants. Draco walked slowly, stopping at the female's section and looking interestedly at the wide-legged black pants decorated with black lace and black straps hanging off the back. He sifted through the sizes, trying to find a pair that would fit, and headed toward the dressing room in the back with no less than 6 different pairs of pants. Harry cocked his head at him and he shrugged.
"I like the style," he said, smirking. Harry rolled his eyes and continued looking through the rest of the clothes. He picked out 4 new pairs of pants and 7 shirts to try on and headed toward the second dressing room. He heard Draco rustling around and grinned, shutting the door. He first tried the extra-wide legged black pants with green stitching and chains hanging from the pockets, and pulled the black, fitted, long-sleeved shirt with the words "Bad Boy" written on the front in green over his head. He twisted around, checking himself in the mirror, and nodded approvingly.
Meanwhile, in the first dressing room, Draco was sorting through the pants, seeing which he wanted to try first. He settled on the ones with the purple stitching and black and purple straps hanging down and crossing in the back. They fit him just right; tight and smooth around the waist, long in the leg, and wide enough to hide a midget in. (A/N: -giggles- Don't ask, that was the first thing that came to mind… I know: I'm crazy.)
Draco grinned when he picked up the last pair of pants to try on. They were smooth, soft black leather. He pulled them on and they fit like a glove, and sat warm against his legs like a second skin. He pulled on a black tank top and a fishnet shirt to complete the look and opened the door.
"Hey Potter, come out here and tell me what you think of this outfit," he called.
"Just a sec," Harry answered, quickly pulling up the zipper of the last pair of pants he was trying on. He opened the door and looked up from the button of his jeans, his mouth falling open.
The dim light of the store illuminated just enough of Draco's body to reveal the smooth texture or the leather pants and the black tank top under the fitted fishnet shirt. The pale skin looked even paler under all the black, but it was in a good way. His skin almost glowed in the darkness. Draco ran his hands down his thighs and back up again, licking his lips as he smiled slightly at Harry. Harry swallowed thickly, running his eyes up and down Draco's figure. /Why does he have to be so damn hot/ Harry thought, frustrated. /Hmm… he doesn't look so bad himself…/ Draco thought, raking his own eyes over Harry's figure. The slightly fitted black pants had silver chains crossing across the backs of his legs, held up with a pyramid-studded black belt, topped with a black muscle shirt that had "The Dark Side Never Looked So Good" written on the front in blood red. The short sleeves revealed a small, animated tattoo on his upper right arm that looked suspiciously like a dragon. Large buckled boots completed the image, making him look nothing like the Golden Boy everyone used to know him as.
"Um," Harry started, swallowing heavily once again, "it looks... um… really good," he managed.
"You don't look so bad yourself, there, Potter," Draco replied, voicing his exact thought. "Well, time to pay," he said, turning and walking slowly back into his dressing room, swaying his hips, knowing Harry's gaze was unerringly fixed on his ass.
"Uh, sure," Harry stuttered, shutting the door slowly, still staring at Draco's amazing ass. Draco looked back one last time, giving Harry a sexy, seductive gaze, licking his lips again before shutting the door.
/What have I gotten myself into/ Harry thought desperately.
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A/N: Okay, so… I'm getting lots of good reviews on this story and I'm so happy! Here's the third chapter for all you happy readers. I think I'm going to actually start having them be friends and stuff in the next chapter or two, so I'll actually reveal what's happening with Draco! Woo! Celebrate, my happy friends!
Draco: You know, I find this rather offensive.
Author: Too bad, it's my fic, I get to decide what happens. -grin-
Draco & Harry: -sigh- This chick's a pervy bugger, watch out—
Author: -holding a struggling Harry and Draco- Don't worry folks, things are okay. -sweatdrop and grin-
P.S. Oh yeah… REVIEW! D