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He appeared confused by my advance and for a moment I was worried he would reject me with a harsh comment or walk out. Instead he pulled his t-shirt over his head and, while he was blinded by his shirt I reached up for a tape measure from the shelf. He pulled it off and instantly I was at his side, wrapping it around his waist.
"Hmmm, very impressive Potter." I pretended to write the measurement down. "Now…where else shall we measure?" I pulled the tape tight, menacingly and stepped towards him. To my surprise he smiled shyly and stepped back. I took the opportunity of admiring him. Soft black curls onto a slim neck, brilliant green eyes shining out of a tanned, cautious face. His chest was very slim and strong, the sun kissed skin taut over his perfectly made body, his dusky nipples just asking for me to touch them, the low slung jeans line just tempting me to tug. Thin black hair skimmed his chest culminating in a jet black line that dived into the waistband of his jeans. I advanced again, staring at him hungrily and again he retreated. I looked up at his face and saw…almost fear.
He wriggled uncomfortably.
"I'm sorry. I really do like you, you know I just…I've never really been like this…with a guy, you know. It…takes a bit of getting used to. He smiled shyly at me, his long, black eyelashes travelling slowly up and down as he blinked. Potter was desired by every child not in Slytherin. How was this possible?
"Okay Potter, how about…a hug?" He looked nervous and glanced up and down me. "With our shirts on, of course." He picked up his shirt and pulled it roughly over his head, messing his hair. While he was blinded I could have so easily have just reached out my hand and touched that irresistible skin. But I didn't. Instead I pulled on my own shirt, buttoning it up before reaching for him.
As our bodies came into contact I could not help a slight moan escaping my lips. The skin on his neck was so soft; it was like burying your face in powder. When he hugged he pulled me very close, wrapping his arms around me, cocooning our whole bodies together. His waist was very slim and he had gentle, narrow hips and beautiful back muscles. I ran my hands firmly down his spine to the hollows on his lower back and he shivered. I felt him smile above me and he said, carelessly,
"We're not in public you know. You can call me Harry." I looked up at him. He was smiling teasingly, his steady gaze capturing me instantly. I heard voices and the outer door swing. I jumped back up onto the stool and he stood in front of me defiantly as though we'd just been fighting.
"Don't call Hermione a Mudblood!" He shouted, with feeling as my father walked through the door.
"Well she is a Mud-"
"-Now, now Draco," father cut in, smoothly, "Now nasty language. Mr Flitzwitters is here. He will measure you and his assistant here will measure Potter at the same time.
"Well, well, well. Up on the stool with you then Mr Potter. This is my assistant, Ian Trego. Well, well, well now Draco, yes we've met before, haven't we? Well, well, well you seem to have grown a few inches unsurprisingly and so…" Mr Flitzwitters burbled on and his assistant fussed over Harry. We smiled slightly at each other over the fitters' heads and he shot me a wink. Damn. Oh god damn, no. 'Mustn't get hard while being measured…'
Right, well, well, well, it seems we're done. Here are your clothes Mr Malfoy, here are your robes and Mr Potter…here are your bags. The fitter handed me four large bags of clothes, smiling widely having just received almost fifty galleons. I was walking out of the shop when I heard Lucius Malfoy say,
"You may go Draco. I have other business." I strode out, pretended I hadn't heard, swinging my bags over my shoulders and strolling nonchalantly. The whole way I could hear the little pitter-patter of his footsteps as he followed me. I entered the ice-cream parlour, grinning.
"One mango sorbet with everything and one…Draco?" He sidled up behind me guiltily and said very quietly into my ear,
"Can I have some strawberry?"
"Oh yes and one large strawberry cone with everything please." The vendor handed us our toppling ice creams and we headed for a table. I licked at my ice cram contentedly before seeing his eyes on me. I blushed and slopped some mango sorbet down my clothes. He 'tsk'ed and leaned forward with his napkin to wipe it off. Blushing furiously now I retaliated.
"What kind of poufta likes strawberry ice –cream anyway?"
"Me."
"So you admit to being a pouf?"
"Why? Don't you?" I had nothing to say to that so I licked my ice cream instead. It tasted so cool and fruity that I 'Mmmmmmed' in pleasure. Raising his eyebrows at me he cocked his head to one side and commented,
"You seem to be enjoying that a huge amount."
"Mmm, yeah."
"More than me licking your ear?"
"Definitely."
"Oh. I see. You know I'm living up the road from you?"
"Yeah I do know that actually. Yours is the big one. Can't miss it. Obviously magical. Big, cold, damp-"
"-Shut up now." Draco got up slowly. "It's time for me to go. Thanks for the ice cream."
And with that he was gone. Without even hugging me goodbye…
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"Fifty galleons Harry? That is ridiculous! I am expecting to be very impressed."
"Well sure, come up to my room and I'll show you…Not like that! I'll go round the other side when I'm changing-okay?"
"Okay, come on then." I had said Harry needed some new clothes but fifty galleons worth?
"Okay," he sad excitedly, bouncing on his bed, "First I bought five pairs of trousers. These two black jeans, the dark blue, the light blue and these…"
"Jesus Harry isn't that a little ott? Harry held up the leather pants happily.
"Nah, I don't think so. Anyway in this bag there's some boxers and stuff. All very dull but you can see if you like. I bought twenty pairs, they're all nice, trust me. In this bag…I've got some t-shirts and shirts. Just normal t-shirts. Black, red, white, blue…and then here I have some shirts, two white, two black, a blue, a green, a really green and, my pride and joy…"
"Oooh, now that's lovely." And it was. The shirt was green silk and had the seams showing which all coiled together as snakes on his back. I couldn't wait to see it on. "Okay, so what's in this bag?"
"Oh that's a surprise. I'll show you in a sec. This one is shoes. Blain black, trainers, slippers, posh shoes and these…" He pulled out some dragon hide boots with buckles and high heels. "Don't say anything they look good on. All my stuff for school is in my cauldron. I also bought some jewellery, look at this." He reached into the bag and pulled out some boxes. "This is just a dragon on a black cord. This one is silver, look…and this is a bracelet. So what shall I try on first?"
"Show me the mystery outfit; I'm dying to know what that is."
"Right okay well give me these bags and I'll take everything round the back to change into." I sat calmly on the bed waiting for Harry, staring dreamily through the skylight. I could hear an owl hooting somewhere out in the night-was that perhaps Hedwig?"
"Ehem." I whipped around. Harry was wearing fitted black trousers and his button up black shirt. He wore a white tie and jacket. His hair was as messy as ever yet he looked immaculate and sexy in his compromise of messy and smart. I whistled.
"Ooh, very nice. Let me see your new everyday outfit. Try the dark blue jeans and the white shirt." I threw them to him and he disappeared. I couldn't wait to see the look on Ron's face when he saw how cool Harry had become. He was going to try and compete, I knew it. I could hear Harry grunting in effort to try and get his clothes on or off. Honestly. He reappeared, messing his hair with one hand so that it lifted his shirt a little. I could see his firm brown abs. Mmm. I could see hipbones poking over the top of his jeans.
"Hey! What are you looking there for!?"
"I wasn't. I was just observing how you might want to put some boxers on before you wear those again, your trousers will fall down at some point when you sit down."
"Yeah. I need to get fatter. Or get a belt." I laughed as Harry wrapped his large hands around his waist easily, a tragic look on his face.
"Okay, show me the outfit; I know you're dying to." He grinned.
"Right okay, give it here." He disappeared and I said,
"I can't believe even you are going to get into those pants Harry."
"You wait. They're gonna be great." After much grunting I heard a sigh. "There. I got them on. Now I just need the shirt and the shoes and I'm a sex god." You can leave out the shirt, Harry. I heard his heels clicking and looked up as he turned the corner.
The pants clung possessively to him, wrapping firmly around his bum and his thighs. The boots encased his shins and clicked in a most endearing way. The shirt showed of all the right places-and there were many. It hugged his tiny waist and was tight around his well defined chest muscles and shoulders. It opened widely at the neck and revealed the dragon on the cord, the toes of which were just trailing temptingly out of vision. On Harry's face was a kind of shy display, of uncertainty and intrigue. I stepped towards him, hypnotised by his striking appearance. He stepped back and I took another step forward. All I could think of was Harry and how badly at that moment I needed to touch him. He retreated until the wall was at his back.
I leaned forward and slid my arms around him. He stood awkwardly and stiffly.
"Mione."
I let go. "Shit if that's the reaction I'm going to get from my purely platonic and attached friend then maybe I shouldn't wear this around too much." He breathed out and collapsed on the bed. "On the other hand I have my own sex god to attract so it's a tough call.
"I'm so sorry Harry. I really don't think of you in that way I was just…surprised. You looked really nice."
"You mean 'I'm sorry I didn't take your warning that you were going to be a sex god seriously?' You are forgiven. I take it you approve?"
"Yeah totally. You should wear it on your first date!" He got up and walked over to the window; his face expressionless.
"That's if there ever is one. He walked out on me today at the ice-cream parlour. We were having such a good time too. I think I might have upset him." His voice drifted away and I could see his shoulders shaking. I would have to call in reinforcements.
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"Ron? Finally, you told me you knew how to use a phone! Listen, I need you to come over again. It's about Harry. Come as soon as you can. He needs you now. He…hi Harry. I was just calling…Ron." To my relief he smiled.
"Yeah sure. It'd be good to see Ron again. If he's okay with…you know…me and…him."
"He's okay with the 'you' part but I didn't tell him who the 'him' is. I thought you might want to tell him yourself?"
"Yeah thanks. I'll tell him when he gets here."
"…Awww who is it come on tell me baby."
"Sorry Ron, hi…No I can't, Harry want's to tell you…No! The sooner you get here, the sooner you'll know…Love you too…Floo powder…? Yeah sure, you know my address…ten minutes…? Great…love you too….mwwwwwwwwaah. Bye baby."
"I'd better go and get changed then hadn't I? What you find attractive Ron might find a little disturbing." Harry's face was a picture of delight and excitement. It hadn't occurred o me that Harry might have missed Ron as well.
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"Ron!" Yelled two voices as I stepped from the fire; one I knew to be my boo-boo and the other I assumed to be Harry. I only just had time to register this when I was engulfed by four arms and someone was kissing my face and telling me they had missed me. The other said nothing.
"Eugh, Harry! Don't tell me you've gone in for this hugging thing too? I mean I know I'm attractive but I'm already taken, sorry." We broke apart, all grinning. The first thing I saw was Hermione, lovely as always in jeans and a blue jumper. Her hair fell all chestnut and gold around her face and over her body almost to her waist. I tore my eyes away and gaped at my best friend.
He was looking frankly at me from non-bespectacled eyes which were as green as green. His simple white shirt was open three buttons at the collar and his jeans hung low. He had grown to be the tallest of all of us and smelled delicious. I stepped towards him only to be distracted my Harry and Hermione both bursting out laughing at the same time.
"That was my reaction too. Don't worry, it wears off when you realise you're not remotely attracted to him." I felt like an idiot. And an idiot pouf. And so I resorted to the classic Weasley remedy and blushed to the red of my hair.
"That's weird, man. I swear you're doing some kind of spell…That doesn't ever happen to me…except with Mione, of course…and I shouldn't be thinking of you like that…ew."
"Relax Ron. Just because I like guys doesn't mean I'm trying to seduce you. Don't flatter yourself. Tea?"
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"Well…I think I should leave you guys to have your one-to-one. I'll come back up in an hour…or if I hear a scream and a thud-okay?" I smiled gratefully at Hermione as she closed the door behind her. I turned to Ron, suddenly nervous. What was I going to say?
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"Okay Ron…who would you most hate it to be?"
"Me."
"Why?"
"Because then I'd have to refuse you and I think our friendship would suffer."
"I'm glad you value our friendship that high. I am pleased to say that it isn't you. Who else?"
"Erm well I thought…I mean it isn't Mione, right?"
"No of course not. I'm gay-remember?"
"Okay well aside from that then…I was kinda hoping they weren't in our dorm…the whole gay sex thing freaks me out a little."
"They're not in our dorm. And bloody hell I've never even kissed anyone yet. That's the least of your worries"
"Okay then it freaks me out a lot. I would really, really hate it to be any member of my family like Fred, George or whatever so I'm sort of hoping they're in another house."
"It's not any of your family and yes they are in another house. That's the problem. I was also kinda hoping that you wouldn't blow up when I told you the other house was Slytherin."
"Shit Harry. I mean…okay if that's your decision…just so long as it's not Draco fucking Malfoy then I'm okay with it." He laughed and then stopped almost immediately when he realised I wasn't laughing with him. "Okay sorry. I'll stop laughing. So who is it?" I nearly hit him. Anger made me see red and it took every ounce of my being to resist from punching his eager smiling face into one of pain and apology. Instead I did what I knew would hurt him more and answered his question.
"It's Draco fucking Malfoy. And I'd appreciate it if you didn't use his name in that context. His middle name is Minorli." All the laughter in his face evaporated and his expression became shocked and sick.
"You…you are kidding me…right?" He tried to muster a smile. I didn't answer him but let the tears run silently down my face. I bent my head. To my surprise he didn't get up and go. Nor did he shout. He just sat there looking shocked.
"I'm sorry. I don't know if I can deal with this right now but I'll try, okay? You know, we just haven't been the best of friends so…it's tricky. I mean shit it must have been even harder for you. You two haven't exactly…got on until now, have you?"
It's weird sometimes which people are chosen to be understanding. When I came to the Granger house it was in search of an answer, a reason for the strange ache inside me. Now I realised that Ron of all people understood perfectly.
I reached for him and let the rest of my tears spill into his shoulder and after a surprised moment he hugged me back and rubbed my back gently.
"Easy then, its okay Harry. Shhh."
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"Ron, get a move on, we'll be late! Mummy have you got the ticket? Good well can we hurry because be only have three hours to get to the train and it takes two hours to get there so…"
"Calm down Hermione! You're always there long before you need to be; chill out. I don't know why you've packed your robes either. We're in sixth form now, remember? That's why I bought all those clothes? Come and listen to my i-pod with me, Ron will only be another ten minutes, he always is."
True to my word, Ron came stumbling down seven minutes later looking sleepy and tousle-haired carrying his case and yawning.
"Good, right then let's go. Harry? Are you okay with your case?" I lifted the case onto my shoulders and held my hands out for Hermione's. She laughed. "Sure, if you're asking!" I carried them out to the car and lined them up neatly in the back. Ron heaved his up and threw it into the boot. I frowned and organised it properly.
"Nothing will fit into a non-magical car if you just chuck it all in you know."
"Alright, alright! Keep your hair on!"
"Stop fighting you guys. Just go back to sleep like you did last time. It's much easier. Harry when you have gone to sleep can I borrow your ipod?"
"Sure Mione." I threw it to her and she caught it.
"Right guys that's all the luggage. Are you sure you didn't forget anything? Hermione have you had your last wee? Oh Taxi not now!" But Taxi ran to the car and jumped into my lap standing up on his hind legs to lick my face. I cuddled him to me before standing slowly and carrying him quietly into the kitchen and laying him in his bed. I stroked his ears and ran my hand over his small tummy. He yawned and curled over to go to sleep. I stroked him one more time and left. He was such a cute puppy.
I joined Ron and Hermione in the back of the car. Hermione was in the middle and leaning against Ron's chest with my ipod in her ears. I smiled and curled up facing away so that I could go to sleep myself. Instead I felt a physical jolt in my stomach as I saw two figures climb into an awaiting carriage and watched it drive over the hill and out of sight. I put my thumb in my mouth. I would see him soon.
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"Give your trunk here Hermione and I'll put it in the rack. Here, Ron-"
"I can do it myself thank you very much!"
"Right then, if you guys go and do your prefect thing now then you can be back before most people get here. Hurry up though I hate being on my own."
"Looking like you do Harry I think that will be the least of your worries!" It had been so humiliating in the station. People had flocked towards me, trying to hug me and touch me, some I didn't even know. I caught Cho's eye over the crowds and she opened her mouth to say something, and then turned away. Sorry Cho; no more you and me. This compartment had been empty, however and was at the back of the train where nobody goes, so this was the place I had chosen. My heart was skipping knowing that he was somewhere on the train. I wondered what he would look like in jeans. Divine probably. Shit please let him not have any leather pants-or dragon-hide come to that.
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Bloody hell, he's on this train. Hiding away from the crowds probably. I was walking back from prefect instructions towards my compartment near the back. As I passed, people got out of my way. I felt hugely powerful knowing that I could finally sweep people aside without the help of two thugs at my side. I entered compartment 5 and saw Weasley and Granger shifting towards me. My expression automatically contorted into a sneer but, to my surprise, they both gave me small smiles. As I passed the weasel he said quietly,
"He's at the back," and brushed past as though nothing had happened. I stared after them for a second before jumping out of the closest door onto the platform and running towards the back of the train. I could see him! He sat staring out of the window, his thumb in his mouth and a pensive expression on his face. I slid into the train and opened the compartment door. His head turned slowly. Damn did he have to wear his jeans so god damn low?
"Hey Potter." He nodded at me.
"Draco."
"Been fighting off the ranks, have you?" he snorted.
"Yeah, it's so weird. They're all so superficial. I change my clothes and suddenly they're all fawning over me. Bloody hell they all forgot how great I was in fifth year. 'Support Cedric Diggory; the real Hogwarts champion. Potter stinks.' Ha bloody ha."
"Actually that was my-"
"I know. But they all wore them didn't they? I guess to everyone else it was quite funny for a bit but it was a joke that got taken too far. Problem is I didn't have Ron with me to laugh about it."
"He left you?"
"You make him sound like a lover. Yeah he was jealous that I was being 'loved' for something else. He only half believed I didn't put my name in."
The word 'lover' on Potter's lips was beautiful. He said it with special care, a look of longing in his brilliant, sad eyes. It was as though the word had touched his soul. I sat down next to him, ready to hug him before I remembered the window and faltered. His beautiful eyes laughed and his hand stole into mine, linking our pinkies. His soft, warm hand on mine was making my head spin.
"You know, I think you had better go before Ron and Hermione get back. There's only so long I can resist you. I'll walk you back to your compartment if you like." My mind was blank. Resist me? Damn my hands were twitching. The smooth skin of his back was just asking to be touched; his eyes burning into mine. We stood and began to walk slowly through the deserted train.
"Erm well this is my compartment so…well I didn't tell my friends yet so I think you had better go."
"Right. Okay well….erm…bye then." I gripped his hand. Suddenly he slid his other hand awkwardly round me and pressed our cheeks together.
"Bye."
"Bye."
His arms left mine and he was gone. I sank against the wall.
Bloody hell.