Chapter Eight: Wardrobes and Confusing Encounters

Disclaimer:

I do not own Harry Potter or anything in relation to the books. Hell I'm not even going to say the plot is mine! Just remember I'm a poor college student who lives of her parents and makes minimum wage at a low class job. I've got nothing you would want so don't sue!

Authors Note:

Alright this has been the shortest and hardest chapter yet! But as a promise Harry is getting a ton of information regarding Draco and himself next chapter! Yay! BTW I got a beta! But no this chapter isn't beta read! Yeah that's about it… R&R

"There is no possible way that I could be clean after just stepping out of filthy orange water!" Draco peered deep into the opaque bath water the two boys had just exited contemplating starting over fresh. His attention was diverted from such vain thoughts when a snicker came from behind him. He looked over his shoulder and raised an eyebrow, "Think it's funny do you? Is my pain humorous to the Gryffindor?" A cheeky grin was his only response, but it was enough to capture his attention to the small towel clad Nyalger before him.

Harry's wet hair dripped into his face and he pushed it away with a slightly shivering hand. The dungeons were drafty even in places were no wind could possibly blow. It was almost as if there was always an invisible entity following you with ghosting frozen fingers along your person. Harry shivered again both from the mental image and the draft, and wondered how the Slytherin, wearing only his birthday suit, could be content in such a place.

His dominant was watching him. He could feel the piercing gaze and snickered again as he mentally viewed the poncy Slytherin bending over the used bathwater wondering if he should indulge his vanities. He met liquid storm clouds briefly and then followed as the Slytherin walked into the adjoining wardrobe.

Lights flickered on with a silent wave of Draco's wand and Harry looked around in dismay as no visible signs of his belongings were in the room. Instead a portfolio of the best designers lined the walls organized by color (and as Draco pointed out) style. There were dress robes, suits, jackets, a variety of casual wear and much to Harry's amusement a pair of leather pants. Harry riffled around still towel clad through the clothes reveling in the smell of lavender and peppermint.

"If you're done molesting my clothes I suggest you get dressed; unless of course you'd enjoy going to breakfast stalkers?" Harry could here the smirk in the dominant's voice a turned slowly with a frown on his lips.

"But Draco I don…"

"Mr. Malfoy as much as I enjoy Potter's humiliation, having to brew potions to correct the retinas of the school's population is not on my agenda, and I don't want it to be." Draco whipped around unconsciously stepping to bock the older man's view of the submissive. "Now if you'll kindly get him dress I'll be waiting for you in your seating area." Snape sneered at the Potter boy and stalked out of the room.

Draco turned to Harry, "Well, come on. We mustn't keep our beloved professor waiting, can we?"

"But Draco I…don't…"

"What did I say Potter? I gave you a direct command and I expect you to follow it…" Draco had cut him off when a feeling of being rebuked flit through his chest.

"B...but Draco I…" Draco advanced on the sub backing him into the racks of clothing lining the walls, the soft materials betraying the situation he was currently in.

"…Or suffer the consequences of disobeying those more powerful than yourself!" Draco's hand rose of its own accord and fell in an artful swing.

"I don't have any clothes!" Harry screamed his eyes filled with unshed tears every so often one escaping and sliding down a trembling cheek. Barely two inches from contact the hand stopped and froze.

Harry had been waiting for the blow; his eyes screwed up and head ducked between his shoulders; but it never came. Glistening green eyes peeked from under dark lashes, and looked cautiously into the dominant' face. Draco was ashen. His normal coloring absent and his eyes wide with the horror of what he was about to do. Harry watched as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Draco turned abruptly startling the submissive, and randomly snatched a few small items from the racks nearest to him. Turing around again, he shoved the items into Harry's hands and then gently caressed the sub's cheek.

"Get dressed then come greet our guest in the commons." Draco left the room and his confused submissive behind.