Ch. 4

Golden Boy's First Date?

Harry decided that he would do a private show for Cormac. It was his cock and hormones leading this decision as he replied to Cormac's message.

You look so sexy Anon! I would love to do a show for you. Though you will need an account. He replied. Harry waited on baited breath for Cormac's response.

It came half an hour later, he was using the username LionDaddy and sent Harry the same picture. I'm ready for you Golden Baby, let's do it tonight!

"Okay," Harry nodded, "ten o'clock." His words appeared in the message and sent themselves. Cormac agreed, and Harry gave a defeated sigh. It looked like he was going to have a late diner tonight.

He had the flat to himself, George was on a date with Baby and he promised to be back late. But just in case George came home early, and with a guest, Harry wrote a quick note that read I have a private show tonight please stay out of my room until I'm done, and tapped it on his door.

When ten o'clock came, Harry was already dressed as Golden Boy. He wore the harness and a tight pair of underwear, the back slid under his ass as he still had his butt plug in. "Let's hope he lost that gentleness of his," Harry muttered to himself as he made sure the concealment charm was still on.

He turned on the computer and waited for McLaggen.

"Hello Golden Baby, you look so fuckable tonight," Cormac's voice filled Golden Boy's workspace. He worked it out so they could hear each other talk. On the screen, Cormac was sitting in a chair already naked. He was just as beautifully handsome with burly muscles as Harry remembered, his thick cock jutting out into the air.

"Hello LionDaddy," Golden Boy smiled, "I'm glad to see you're all ready for me."

"What can I say Goldie, you have a hot body," Cormac smirked. He was lazily stroking his cock as he lounged back, an action that used to make Harry very wet when they were dating. "Though I wish I could see your pretty face, it's a shame you have to conceal it."

"Says the man who was first anonymous," Golden Boy said softly. "Sorry Daddy, but I have my concealment for my protection… I'm a very shy boy in real life."

"Then let me be your Daddy boy, and you wouldn't be so shy," Cormac said, giving Golden Boy a confident smirk. I think he used that same line on me three years ago, Golden Boy thought to himself.

"Maybe…" Golden Boy hummed, "but for now, all I want is to make you feel good. Look!" He turned around and shook his ass a bit, wiggling his rubber tail. "I've kept it in as I promised at the end of the show. I bet my hole is still loose for Daddy."

"Spread your cheeks for me Baby," Cormac ordered.

Harry bent down and spread his butt with his hands, showing off his plugged hole. "So hot," Cormac breathed. "That looks like a nice pussy you got, Daddy would love to fill it boy."

"I would love to be filled with Daddy's cock," Golden Boy said innocently. He looked behind and smiled.

"You should," Cormac chuckled. He wiggled his cock before slapping it. "This cock fucked Harry Potter's cunt good."

"It has?"

"Yup, that boy was tight and loved every time I fucked him," Cormac smirked. True but you were too gentle when I needed you most, Golden Boy thought.

"I bet he loved it rough," Golden Boy purred. He waved his wand and the white dildo floated towards him. "I bet you would bend him down where ever you two were… and fucked him like a bitch."

"Ha ha fuck yeah," Cormac chuckled. "And that boy loved every moment of it."

Lair, I had to force you to do stuff like that, Golden Boy thought bitterly.

"But I also fucked him nice and slow, I'm a gentle Daddy too," Cormac smirked.

"Well Daddy," Golden Boy said softly, "I'm a naughty boy… I don't think I deserve gentle… in fact…" Golden Boy's hand snaked to his tail. He grabbed it and pulled it out harshly, giving out a loud howl at the sudden extraction, leaving his hole puffed and open. "I need a strong hand," he said, waving his loose open hole in front of a camera that moved close.

"Fuck…" Cormac cursed.

"Please Daddy punish me," Golden Boy moaned. Be the rough man I hoped you were when we were together, he thought.

Cormac grabbed his wand and pointed it at the screen. Golden Boy quickly said, "Please let my Daddy perform spells on me," and the computer shimmered briefly. He then felt as if a large hand was spanking his ass, the pain vibrating his body as he yipped. "Daddy!"

"Shut up! Naughty boys don't talk," Cormac said harshly. Golden Boy moaned as his erection pressed against his underwear. "And no cumming! Only I will be cumming tonight Goldie."

Golden Boy nodded and bit back his moans as he continued to be spank by an invisible force. His ass began to redden, handprints in the shape of Cormac's hands appeared on Golden Boy's plump, pale ass. Sometimes the blows went directly to Golden Boy's hole, and that sent a shock straight to his cock as it stained his underwear with pre-cum. "Keep your dick in there Goldie, this is all about me," Cormac said. Everything is about you, Golden Boy thought bitterly.

Cormac spanked him for ten minutes before charming the white dildo to fuck him in a steady rate that was too tame for Golden Boy. Cormac came a moment later, his cum landing on his pecs and abs, while Golden Boy remained unsatisfied.

"Fuck that was hot," Cormac smiled. "You were great baby!"

You weren't. "Thank you LionDaddy, I had fun," Golden Boy smiled. "Look at how wet I am." He giggled and showed his stained tight underwear, still tenting from his cock.

"Damn Baby, look at that," Cormac chuckled. "It's a good look, I think."

"Thank you, Daddy," Golden Boy smiled.

"Well, thanks for the relief, see ya Baby," Cormac winked, and he signed off without tipping.

Harry gave a sigh of relief and tore his underwear off, releasing his hard, pre-cum stained cock and a musky odor into the room. Irritated, he flicked his wand at both dildos as he fell to his pillows. "Fuck me till I come! Hard!" he commanded and began to jerk himself.

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A month has passed since Harry started his shows, and few things has changed. It was September now, and Harry noticed a slight decrease in views as the summer ended as the Hogwarts Students who watched him returned to the castle. His regulars, however, stayed and grew. He did his public shows four times a week early afternoon into the evening while his private shows filled the rest of the week. Every Monday afternoon, from one to two, he belonged to Dragon Daddy as the man jerked off to him in his office. Harry liked Dragon Daddy. He was rough when he needed to be and gentle only when Golden Boy deserves it. Dragon Daddy enjoyed watching Harry do a variety of things, one time it was watching Harry stuff both dildos up his ass while other times he had Harry locked in a cock cage he and Black Mamba brought for Harry as well as a large silver and green dildo that looked very similarly like a snake. I guess they were Slytherins, Harry thought to himself on the day both gifts arrived. Through his sessions with Dragon Daddy, Harry learned something interesting about him and his partner Black Mamba: where Dragon Daddy was collective and precise with what he wanted, Black Mamba was wild and passionate, more focused on giving both him and Harry pleasure while the dildos stretched Harry's hole to the limit. He was also fun, and quite a jokester. At the end of their private show when Harry was covered with his own cum, the two chat and Black Mamba flirts and makes Harry blush and laugh like a shy virgin.

More importantly, however, was during the month Harry slowly got his tan back. One day he complained to George about how pale he was, and George showed him a staircase that he never saw before that led to their roof. It was a flat roof, the walls raising only to Harry's waist and the Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes sign barely reaching it. It was an uncommonly sunny August and September, so Harry would simply grab a book and a towel and lounge around naked. When the clouds rolled in or the rain, Harry would just stay inside, but the results were working.

His skin darkened from his pale beginnings, he was becoming more tanned and golden. During his latest show, his regulars kept commenting on his skin and how great it looked. Harry chuckled to himself as he remembered Pyro's comment.

GOLDIE YOU LOOK SO HOT NOW! YOU LOOK LIKE THE SUN AND YOUR CLIT LOOKS GOOD TANNED AND LOCKED!

He did not like that Pyro called his dick a "clit" or the feminization he was doing in general, but Pyro was surprisingly generous with how much money he had (during one of their private shows Pyro admitted that he was having money problems but didn't want to abandoned Golden Boy) so Harry could easily get passed Pyro calling his dick a clit.

It was a cloudy Tuesday near the end of September. George was busy with the shop, and Harry had a day off. It was near one in the afternoon, and Harry was out in Diagon Alley, he had just come from Flourish and Blotts, and was wandering around the cobblestone street, looking for a café he heard about. He heard that it had a nice oysters dish and he was curious to try it. His head was in the clouds, too full on oysters and his clients, that he was not paying attention to where he was going. So, naturally, it came to no surprise when he walked into someone and fell.

"Are you alright? You need to watch where you're going?" a deep voice said.

Harry groaned and grabbed the offered hand, "Thanks, sorry about that," he said as he stood up. He looked at the man he almost ran over and gasped, "Malfoy!?"

"Potter!"

Of course I would run into Draco Bloody Malfoy, Harry thought to himself. He stared at the man, shocked, and saw that he looked completely different than the boy he remembered from school. He was a little taller, standing a full head above Harry. His blonde hair was still the same, but he started to grow a small beard on his chin that looked well as well as a faint mustache that connected to his beard. He still looked lanky, but Harry felt that he was somehow physically stronger. The man was dressed in a sleek suit, unlike the robes that everyone else was wearing (Harry decided to stick to simple jeans and a shirt).

"Hello… Malfoy… umm I'm shocked to see you here," Harry said awkwardly.

"I could say the same to you, Potter," Draco said. "Shouldn't you be out chasing Dark Wizards somewhere?"

"I'm not an Auror, actually," Harry said.

"R-Really?" Draco said, caught off guard. "Why not?"

"It's… because of the war, you know, when I tried to join up I kept seeing… … my doctor diagnosed me with PTSD."

"Hell is that?" Draco frowned.

"Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder," Harry said. "I got through the written stuff great but when it came to the practical exams I would just break down."

"Damn… that sucks… … I recall you being very enthusiastic about it," Draco said, looking somewhat sympathetic.

"Yeah, well… I've moved on," Harry shrugged. "It was hard, I was unemployed until recently."

"That's good."

"Yeah… … hey Malfoy, do you want a drink? I know this little café place that's supposed to be near here. Has an oyster dish I want to try. We could… catch up, if you want," Harry said.

Draco looked up and down Harry as if examining him, there was a strange glint in his eyes as he said, "Alright Potter, but only if you call me by my name."

"Okay Draco," Harry nodded. He felt strange, he could not believe that he was going to a café with his old bully. But… here he is, and it has been two years since all that happened. People change a lot in two years.

"Good Harry," Draco said. "Lead the way."

Harry nodded. "So, what have you been up to, Draco?" he asked.

"I'm doing good," Draco said. "I recently moved into my boyfriend's home—"

"Boyfriend? I didn't know you liked boys," Harry interrupted.

"Of course I do Harry," Draco scoffed, "why else do you think I looked so good all the time? What about you, since we're delving into personal matters? You and She-Weasley married yet?"

"If you're talking about Ginny… no," Harry said. "I'm gay too. Surely you heard the rumors about me and Cormac?"

"During sixth year? In case you've forgotten I was a little busy, Harry," Draco said.

"Oh… sorry," Harry frowned.

"Don't be. So, still with McLaggen?"

"Hell no, he was nice but… the sex was just alright," Harry shrugged. "Too gentle."

"Like being strong-handed Potter?" Draco snorted. Harry just smiled and asked, "How about you Draco? Does your boyfriend drill you harshly, or are too scared to ruin your hair?"

"Ha! I'll let you know Potter that Blaise and I are both Doms," Draco boasted. "We fuck but most of the time we're looking for a perfect sub to join us."

"Ohh kinky," Harry snorted. "Any potential offers yet?"

"Why? Do you want to apply?" Draco asked.

"Hmm… I don't know, after Cormac I've been awfully picky about which cocks enter me. So far I've haven't found one good enough for me," Harry said, smiling innocently.

Draco stared at Harry for a moment before giving a laugh, "Where was this Harry Potter when we were in Hogwarts?" he asked.

"Too busy trying not to die," Harry said. "That and… it's hard, when people have a pre-determined image of you. Like being straight… or becoming an Auror." He looked a little sadden, but forced himself to cheer up.

"You're right," Draco sighed. "My parents had this whole plan for me… joining the Dark Lord, marrying Astoria Greengrass… everything became ruined when I came out to them. I thought they were going to kill me then and there."

"Where are they now?" Harry asked.

"Dead," Draco said indifferently, "or near it. Father's serving a life sentence in Azkaban and mother died of a 'broken heart' if she ever had one. I only escaped before the Ministry realized that I was the only one forced to do anything. In fact…" He lifted his left arm and carefully rolled up his sleeve. Harry looked to see the Dark Mark etched onto his skin. It was barely visible, only the outline faintly remained, looking as if it might scar. "I've been going to St. Mungo's for the last year in order to remove it. It's been fading by itself ever since the Dark Lord died, but I don't want any traces of it left in my skin."

"Brave thing to do Draco," Harry smiled. "Looks like you've grown up a bit."

"Of course," Draco said, "and I'm glad to see you aren't as naive since school… the ass is a definite improvement."

"I'll take that as a compliment," Harry chuckled. "Ah! Here it is."

The two walked into a small looking café with a couple of empty tables outside. Inside had a cozy feeling. Soft music was playing from somewhere unknown as Harry looked at the paneled wooden walls with opened windows that looked out magically into an open green field. The café had several circular tables that sprung up from the wooden floor, some full of people Harry's and Draco's age drinking and talking softly, their noise adding to a calming sort of lull that the whole place had.

A familiar person walked up to them. He had sandy-blonde hair, a button nose and pierced ears, "Hello, would you like a table for two?" Colin Creevey asked.

"Colin?" Harry gasped.

Creevey smiled, "Hello Harry! Man it's been so long!"

"Yes, two, we will eat outside," Draco said a little shortly. Harry gave him a curious look. "I had enough running into old schoolmates for one day," Draco said.

Harry chuckled and looked at Creevey. "What he said," he smiled.

"Alright, I'll bring you your menus," Colin Creevey said. He escorted Harry and Draco to a table outside and gave them two menus that he picked up along the way. "Would you like something to drink?" he asked.

"Just water, thanks," Harry said.

"Coffee, black," Draco ordered.

Colin bowed and walked away. "Can't believe we run into bloody Creevey," Draco said.

"At least he didn't have his camera this time," Harry said. "It would be embarrassing if he asked for my picture again."

"True," Draco nodded.

"So you never told me what you're doing, Draco," Harry said.

"Hmm?"

"Your job, what do you do?" Harry asked.

"I work at the Ministry of course," Draco said. "There's always have to be a Malfoy in the Ministry."

"In order to get what you want?" Harry asked sarcastically.

"Of course, we are one of the most influential families, after all," Draco said.

"How egotistic of you," Harry smiled.

"It is true though," Draco said. "We Malfoys are used to being in the courts of kings and great men… we're just accustomed to a life of luxury…"

"And now?"

"Now I have my life of luxury and a fellow Dom to share it with," Draco said. "If only we can find ourselves a sub…"

Sounds like Dragon Daddy and Black Mamba, Harry thought to himself. "Well, do you look?" he asked.

"Of course, we frequent a club in London here," Draco said. "There's two sections of it, one for magic folk like us and the other for muggles. We took subs from both sides and tried them out. They were all unsatisfying." He gave long, disappointed sigh.

"Unsatisfying? Sure you aren't measuring yourself a little too big, Draco?" Harry said with a light laugh.

Draco leaned forward and placed his fingers together, forming a platform to rest his head on. "Believe me Harry, I measure up perfectly." He leaned back, smirking at Harry's blush, and said, "No, the problem is several, sometimes they're too eager to please, other times they're too scared, or use the safe word too soon. It's always a drama."

"Well," Harry said, giving Draco a lewd smile, "at least you're getting action, the best I got in the last three years is my collection of dildos."

"You mean to tell me that Harry Potter is not having his ass fucked nightly? My what a world we live in," Draco said, feigning a shocked look. Both men laughed as Colin reappeared with their drinks.

"Are you ready to order, Harry?" he smiled.

"I'll have your oysters plate, please, keep them raw," Harry smiled.

"Alright, plate of oysters, that's easy, and you Malfoy?" Colin smiled.

"I'll just have a chicken Caesar salad," Draco ordered.

"Right away!" the small man smiled, and he bounced away. Draco gave an irritated sigh, "Where were we… ah yes, your ass not being fucked nightly."

"My dildos are fucking me enough," Harry laughed. "Besides Draco Malfoy… why are you so concern about whether or not my ass is fucked nightly?" He leaned forward, Draco mirrored him.

"Because, Harry Potter, if you aren't, then you are putting that ass to waste," Draco smirked.

"Would you like a chance at it, Draco Malfoy?" Harry asked.

"If I do, then it's already mine," Draco whispered.

"Strange… I don't feel like I have a Sir," Harry mused.

"You better watch your mouth then boy, or else you never will," Draco growled. They stared at each other for a long moment, Harry's emerald orbs falling into Draco's steely gray. He could feel his cheeks redden as his cock began to stiffen. He sat back down and looked away. Draco leaned back, smirking victoriously. "You should come with us," Draco said.

"Huh?"

"Come to the club with Blaise and I, I think you would rather enjoy it Harry," Draco said.

Harry thought about the offer. He had never been a party person, or a person to go out at night. For the past month his entire life revolved around Golden Boy and getting him situated. And even before then he was too depressed to do anything. He looked at Draco, and gave a soft smile. It wouldn't hurt him, he decided, to go out for one night. "Yeah, sure," Harry nodded.

"Great, I will tell Blaise then," Draco smirked. "We go on Saturdays, that is when the place is most alive. Harry, make sure to wear something sexy, something to show off your ass and chest."

"I know how to dress sexy, Draco," Harry said, rolling his eyes. I do it for a living.

"Yes, well just in case I believe I should give you something to wear, or pick something from your wardrobe just in case…" Draco muttered. "Where do you live now? I will examine your wardrobe when I get off of work."

"Draco—"

"This is what friends do, correct?" Draco asked. "Or…" his eyes shone with a perverted look as a toothy grin took his face, "this is how a Dom treats his sub. Whichever you like best, Harry."

"Damn you're forward," Harry sighed. Draco did not get to respond as Colin appeared again with their lunch. Harry took the distraction to prolong their conversation as he turned his attention to his oysters.

Draco, however, still felt like he should talk. "Of course, I am Harry, I've learned that if there is something you want, you should grab it at the first moment. You need a good cock in your ass Potter, that much is obvious, a Dom could always tell when a sub like you needs cock. But before I give it to you, I want to see how you fit between Blaise and me. The club will be the perfect place."

"If we do this, is it going to be a one-night-stand or something?" Harry asked after he swallowed an oyster.

"We do not do those," Draco said. "Blaise and I are looking to settle down. The subs we ran into recently have been unsatisfying. … But I have a different feeling about you."

"Of course, you do," Harry muttered. "I'm Harry freaking Potter… the boy-wonder who did what adults couldn't do: clean up their own mess."

"What a cynic the last two years have made you," Draco smirked. "If I knew you were like this Harry, I would have made sure to make you mine years ago."

"But you didn't…" Harry said. "Now, not to be rude, but can we not talk for a bit? I'm trying to eat my lunch."

Draco just chuckled softly and turned his attention from Harry to his salad, but he kept an eye on the raven-haired man as he ate. When they were done, Draco looked at his watch and frowned. "I'm supposed to be back at my office in five minutes," he said. "And you Harry, have not told me where you live."

"I'm living with George in our flat above Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes," Harry said.

"I see… then I will be there as soon as my work is done for the day," Draco said. He stood up along with Harry. "I have to say that it has been surprisingly nice to bump into you Harry. I'll see you soon." He then shocked Harry as he pulled the smaller man into a quick kiss. "By the way, love the tanned skin," he said before disappearing on the spot.

Harry blushed and picked up his bag. He paid for the lunch and made his way back home, his head swimming with Draco Malfoy.

"Harry! There you are!" Mrs. Weasley said and Harry found himself engulfed in a hug as soon as he closed the door. "So sorry for the sudden visit, but I just wanted to check up on both my boys," she said.

"It's okay," Harry smiled. "I'm doing great… is George here?"

"Hiya Harry! You missed lunch," George called from the kitchen.

"Where were you anyway dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked as she let go of Harry.

"Out, I went to Flourish and Blotts to get some books and… I ran into an old friend," Harry said. He did not know why he was being secretive about Draco in front of Mrs. Weasley, but it just felt right. "We had lunch at a café nearby.

"Which one?" George asked.

"Um the new one, I think it's called Enchanted Wands," Harry said. For some reason George's eyes widened. "Anyway, sorry about missing you."

"It's okay dearie, I must say you are looking much like your old self, and not just your tan," Mrs. Weasley smiled. "But still it has been an entire month since I've seen either of you boys. I am insisting that you come home for dinner on Friday. I've already roped the others."

"Bill and Fleur going to be there?" George asked.

"Yes, they say they have exciting news so you both must come," Mrs. Weasley said.

"We'll be there mum, don't worry," George smiled.

"Good, well then I will see you two on Friday," Mrs. Weasley smiled. "Are you sure you are doing good?"

"Yes, I am, Harry makes sure I eat good meals, Mum," George laughed. "He became a nice housewife, haven't you Harry?" He joked.

"Watch it," Harry growled.

"Just in case, I've left some food I've made in your fridge," Mrs. Weasley said. "Goodbye, boys." She hugged them both and walked out the door.

George crossed his arms and looked at Harry. "So, who exactly did you run into?" he asked.

"Draco Malfoy… and he asked me on a date, I think, with him and Blaise Saturday night," Harry said. He didn't see any reason for lying to George.

"With both of them?" George asked.

"They're in that type of relationship… anyway George why did you look worry when I said I ate at Enchanted Wands?" Harry asked.

"N-No reason," George said.

"George," Harry said warningly, "is this because of Baby? Does Baby work at Enchanted Wands?"

George remained quiet.

"I'm going to take your silence as a yes," Harry said. "Does he know who Golden Boy is?"

"No of course not! I would never tell C—Baby!" George exclaimed.

Harry caught it. "You would never tell Colin?" he asked. "He was the only waiter I saw there… George, be honest, is Baby Colin Creevey?"

George was silent for a moment, but he nodded, "Yeah, yeah Colin's my Baby," he said.

"I see… do I need to talk to him?" Harry asked.

"No! No! No! He's okay! We're okay! We actually talked about it," George said. "He's continuing being Baby, and I obviously don't mind, it's just that once in a while I get to show up and have my fun with him."

"And that works…"

"Yup," George smiled.

"Right… well, you okay then? With me and Draco? Not that we're a thing," Harry said.

George laughed again and said, "Relax, it's okay. You and Malfoy can have your… whatever, just as long as it doesn't get in the way of your job. By the way, do you have any private shows Friday night?"

"Yeah two," Harry nodded. "Pyro is at five, and a Red Rocket at eight."

"Well, give your men the bad news," George said. "Mum trumps all."

"Alright, and I have to tell Redhead that we can't do Saturday now… not that I'm complaining but I have really weird sounding clients," Harry said. "One of them actually called themselves 'The Key to Destiny' or something, I just call him Destiny for short. I did not even know you could have names that long."

George snickered and shook his head. "Believe me, some men are just egotistic."

"I know… Cormac is still asking for private shows," Harry sighed. "You would think after three bad shows on his end he would quit. Anyway, I'm going to put these books away and take a shower. Draco's coming when his shift is done to actually look over my clothes to make sure they're acceptable, can you believe that?"

"When is his shift over?" George asked.

"Bastard didn't tell me so expect a sudden invasion of arrogance anytime after five I would imagine," Harry said.

George laughed, "Well as long as it doesn't ruin dinner I'm fine! And Harry… is it okay… if I bring Colin with us on Friday?"

"Yeah, sure," Harry nodded.

"Cheers mate, well I better pop downstairs before people start missing me," George smiled.

"See ya," Harry said before walking to his room. He dropped his new books on his bed and shrugged off his clothes. Whenever he was alone, the young man has gotten into a habit of walking around naked.

He showered and lounged around in his room afterwards, reading one of his new books. George closed the shop at eight, so he knew he had plenty of time to lounge naked in his room. However, he was interrupted at six-twenty-five by three sharp knocks. Confused, Harry quickly pulled on his pants and made his way to the door.

Draco Malfoy was standing there, looking irritated. "I've been knocking for three minutes; how long does it take for you to answer?" he demanded.

"Sorry I was naked," Harry said in a sarcastic tone. "I honestly did not think you would come."

"Of course I came, Harry," Draco said. He turned and stared at Harry's chest for a moment. He frowned, as if confused about something, but shook his head. "I am here to make sure you have something presentable on Saturday. …Is this it?" he indicated, looking around the flat.

"It's a flat, not a manor, anyway come on, my room's this way," Harry walked past Draco and did not wait for the man as he walked to his room. He looked at the partition and thanked himself that it was closed. Draco followed and looked around. "Small…" he commented. He looked at the partition, "What's with that? Don't tell me you and Weasley share a room."

"No, that's just my work area," Harry shrugged. "My clothes are over there," he pointed to his dresser and wardrobe.

Draco did not give the partition another thought as he went to Harry's wardrobe and dresser. He pulled out every drawer, scowling at the messy way Harry kept his clothes. "Honestly Potter, learn to fold properly," he said.

"I know how to fold, it's just that the clothes unfold themselves in there," Harry bite back.

"Of course they do," Draco said. Harry crossed his arms and leaned against his bed as he watched Draco criticizing all of his clothes. He looked through every drawer and every inch of Harry's wardrobe, pulling out Harry's old uniform, the dress robes he wore for Bill and Fleur's Wedding, and every robe and cloak the man owned. He spent ten full minutes cleaning out Harry's clothes before turning to Harry. "You basically have no clothes! What do you even wear during the day?" he demanded.

"Told you, I go naked," Harry said. "Besides, jeans and a shirt is enough for errands."

"You are impossible Potter," Draco groaned. He turned to Harry's clothes and frowned. He somehow found a black button down and matching pants. "These will do I guess," he grumbled. "Even if this doesn't work out Potter, I am taking you shopping for decent clothes."

Harry just grinned cheekily at him. "Okay Daddy," he teased.

"Shut it, boy," Draco growled.

"Sorry, Master," Harry laughed.

Draco just shot him a nasty look which only caused Harry to laugh louder. Draco hung the pants and shirt on the same hook and hung it on the inside of one of the wardrobe's doors. He then waved his wand and the drawers all opened themselves, the clothes folding themselves and putting themselves away neatly. "You will wear that on Saturday, I will send you an owl on the time and place Blaise and I will pick you up. Do not be late. Understand Harry?"

"Yeah sure," Harry nodded. "Can I ask you one question though?"

"Fine."

"You didn't pick out any underwear for me to wear, should I go buck-naked?" Harry asked in a serious tone.

"Potter!" Draco screamed.

Harry laughed and smiled at Draco, "Couldn't resist mate. See you Saturday then." He walked Draco outside and waved goodbye as the man Disapparated in front of him. For some reason he felt a strange nervous excitement flood him as he thought about Draco. He had a date with him and Blaise… it was a nice thought he supposed, and Harry knew that it would be nice to have a break from working every day and to feel sexy as Harry Potter instead of as Golden Boy. Feeling more certain about his date, Harry returned to his room and locked the door. Opening the partition, Harry took his biggest dildo and returned to his bed, throwing all of his clothes away.

It was time for Harry Potter to have a little fun for once.

A/N: You mean there's an actual plot!? Oh my god!

Chris Darkheart: Well, Colin is confirmed Baby and that's all I'm saying. And really, at this point is should be obvious who everyone is… except Pyro. Because Pyro is a joke I've put (and if you know it please don't ruin it) just for the lols.

Bubbles1023: Your wish is my command!

Fifespice: Most likely yes lol

RekBoi: Well with Cormac… his main problem for Harry is that Harry wanted it rough… and Cormac wasn't rough enough (and focused more on his needs) As for your guesses, Colin doesn't count anymore cause he's confirmed… and at this point is should be obvious (to the readers) who Dragon Daddy and Black Mamba are.

Alice: No of course they don't know, that's the point of the concealment charm it covers his face and slightly changes his voice. And can I really ask you where CEDRIC of all people came from? Lol

AnnaMerteuil: Well, I hope this chapter cleared some frustrations.

Ronnie.H: Correct.

Cayk Zomby: Wrong with Pyro. Again he's a joke that I thought 'why the hell not because I love that franchise too.'