Chapter 5
It wasn’t anything intense; just a simple kiss, really. But then why could Harry think of nothing else? He couldn’t get it out of his mind how soft Draco’s lips were, even if they were only pressed against his for a few short seconds. He smiled at Draco, who smiled back while the blush in his cheeks grew, and then Harry had walked away.
He wasn’t confused, necessarily. He never really had much interest in anyone romantically, but that didn’t stop him from appreciating people’s bodies. Both men and women had attractive figures that appealed to him, but he never sought out company in that way-for a variety of reasons. First and foremost on that list was the unwanted publicity, and secondly because he didn’t see much point in involving anyone else. Adult toys were amazing, even if the magical world hadn’t picked up on that yet.
But now, standing in their bedroom, he was more confused than he’d ever been in his entire life. Why had he walked away? He stripped and made his way to the shower, wondering if the hot water would do anything for his muddled mind.
Turns out, a shower was exactly what he needed.
Halfway through massaging shampoo into his hair, he came to realize that he walked away because he didn’t want to scare Draco off. Draco’s friendship-because that’s what they had at the very least now-was important to him and he didn’t want to muck it up by pushing for too much too quickly.
And, perhaps he was just a touch too romantic.
Part of what he liked about all the silly romance novels he read was that the guy always gave the girl just a taste and then let it fester. It seemed to make the romantic tension just a bit more dramatic, made everything so much better when they finally, finally did the deed. Harry would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t doing it because of that. Plus, he wanted Draco to have time to process what had happened, figure out how he felt about it, and then decide if he wanted more or not.
Harry woke up in the middle of the night, wondering what on earth could have dragged him from the dream he was having. It was something nice, he remembered the crisp smell of an early morning in fall and deep maroon and bright yellow leaves but that was all he could remember. A sudden noise resembling a quiet whimper to his left cut his thoughts off and Harry jerked his glasses on as he grabbed his wand from under his pillow.
The moment of panic was for naught, as he realized that Draco was sleeping and not in any danger. The blond was lying on his back with his hands under his pillow and, to Harry’s surprise, he was hard under his blanket. As soon as he noticed this, Harry realized he had the same issue.
He watched as Draco’s hips shifted, willing himself to be the better person. He did manage to walk away, but only barely, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t go straight to the loo to have a wank.
The next few days the two flirted with each other relentlessly. Draco had decided to go about his chores shirtless most days, or in button up shirts that he simply left unbuttoned and Harry was almost always aroused if he saw the blond before dinner. Hell, even after dinner.
Draco had taken to bumping into him a lot more while they cooked and while Harry was constantly telling himself to calm down, he found that he did enjoy teasing Draco back by purposefully taking his time checking him out while he was looking. The resulting blush was always worth it.
Harry had managed to keep his arousal under control until one evening when they were in the living room relaxing after dinner. Harry was reading another one of his romance novels-this one bordering on erotics-and Draco had been reading something he had stowed away in his trunk.
“Exactly what do you find so fascinating about those novels that you’re alway reading them? There’s nothing educational there.” Harry simply raised an eyebrow at him.
“I would say that I’ve learned a great deal from these books. Just not about conventional topics, that’s all. I can’t very well take what I learn from this novel to a Ministry gala, but I do learn things from them.”
“Really? Like what?” Draco’s voice held a challenge there, something that always managed to rile Harry up just a touch more than he should be.
“Things like what a prostate is, where it’s located, and the reactions you can expect when it’s stimulated.” He was quite pleased with himself once Draco’s expression showed confusion.
“What’s that?” Harry leaned back and made a show of flipping to where he was in his book.
“Oh, just something I learned from these books, is all. You wouldn’t be interested, after all this is only useless knowledge.” Watching Draco backpedal was hilarious.
“Well, I’m curious as to what that is, I’ve certainly never heard of it. How am I to know if I’d be interested or not until I know what it is?” Harry thought for a moment before going to his bookshelves and selecting one before handing it to Draco. It wasn’t nearly as detailed as some of the other books he had, but it would get the point across.
“Just read that from beginning to end. It’s not super detailed or anything, but it’s one of my favourites that got me into the genre as a whole.” Clearly curiosity got the better of Draco because he closed his book and set it aside in favour of reading the book Harry had handed him.
When Harry got up to go to bed for the evening, Draco was still on the couch with his nose so far in the book Harry was worried the pages might suck him in.
The next morning Draco got up a little later than usual, but when he emerged from the bedroom he was wide awake.
“I should have never doubted your taste in books, that was amazing. Can I read more of them?” Harry laughed, but made him promise that he’d only read the ones Harry selected for him. Draco agreed, but he was slightly put out that Harry’d be picking out the books.
“Look, just trust me. You do trust me, don’t you?” Draco nodded. “Good. Now, is there anything I can do to get you to be less put out with me?” Draco thought on that for a moment before replying with a coy smile.
“I suppose there’s one thing…”
“And what would that be?”
“I’ll forgive you if you give me a kiss.” Harry smiled and stood in front of Draco, crooking his finger so he’d stand up.
“Oh is that so,” he asked. He wrapped an arm around Draco’s waist, pulling the blond towards him and put a finger below his chin to lift his face up. “You’re sure?” Draco nodded, his eyes fluttering in the onslaught. Clearly, he hadn’t been prepared for this. “Close your eyes,” he whispered. Draco closed his eyes and Harry leaned down to brush their lips together.
It was just as good as it had been the first time, even if it was chaste in nature. He gently let Draco go and excused himself so he could start the day’s work.
Dinner that night was electric with the looks Draco was sending him and Harry’s winking right back at him. Harry knew he was playing fire, but he also had the feeling that Draco wasn’t exactly sure how to progress things. They migrated to the living room for the evening as usual, but Draco had something on his mind that he wasn’t willing to let go of.
“Harry?”
“Yes?” He hadn’t even opened his book yet, so he put it back down on the coffee table.
“What…um…”
“The almighty Prosecutor Malfoy at a loss for words? I’m shocked!” That seemed to jar Draco right out of his mental haze.
“I resent that! And I’m not at a loss for words, I’m just a bit unsure of how to bring this up without sounding like a complete prat but you’re clearly not going to allow me that courtesy so I’ll just out with it, shall I? I want more.”
“More what, books?” Harry was genuinely confused by Draco’s statement, and couldn’t figure out for the life of him what the blond was on about.
“No, more of the kisses and…well…things that those would lead up to.” Draco’s face was redder than the tomatoes they’d picked earlier that week. Understanding crashed into Harry like a tidal wave, making him both extremely aroused and very cautious as to how he wanted to proceed. He didn’t want to offend Draco, but he wasn’t entirely sure they were ready to leap into that pool.
“Draco, I’m-”
“Look if you’re going to tell me you’re not gay then why did you kiss me like that? And why would you do it twice? No, I won’t believe that for one bit. And don’t bother telling me I don’t know what I’m asking for, I know about sex and I can get the general gist of what’s to happen, I’ve just never experienced it and I’d like to and I’d like for it to happen with you if I’m being honest.”
Harry was gobsmacked.
“Well, I was going to say I’m not entirely sure that’s a great idea. I’ve read about sex-loads even-but I’ve never done it. I’ll admit that I’m inexperienced, and I don’t want this to ruin our friendship that we’ve developed and I certainly don’t want it to go poorly and ruin your fun.” Draco laughed. He looked like he held it in for as long as he could but was finally overcome.
“Dear Merlin, I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Half the time we’ve spent here I’ve wanted you as more than a friend, and quite frankly I don’t really care if you haven’t done it before because you’ve been bloody incredible the two times you’ve kissed me and that’s just a kiss! I can only imagine the things you’ve been reading, and I highly doubt that I’m even remotely close, so even if you haven’t done it you still know a good chunk of the necessary parts of it. The rest I’m sure we’ll figure out.”
Draco’s reasoning made sense. Harry moved to face Draco and plucked up the courage his house was known for.
“So tell me, do you have any expectations or ideas that you’d like to experience?” That shut Draco up right quick. The last of his giggles died almost immediately as he turned to Harry looking like a deer caught in the headlights.
“Um…Well, I guess…I’m sort of curious as to what it would be like to be…” Harry waited patiently while Draco gathered his thoughts. “I just really want to know what it would have been…just to have…this isn’t coming out right whatsoever.” Harry smiled, amused at how easily Draco got frustrated with himself if he didn’t know how to word something.
“Can I guess? Is it that you want to know what it would have been like to be in a similar situation as Elizabeth in the book you read? Completely innocent except for a stolen kiss or two only to be confronted with the knowledge that it’s your wedding night and now you have to fulfill your ‘womanly duties’ expecting to hate it but being swept away by passion and loving it instead?” Draco was blushing again, but nodding in spite of that.
“Precisely. Not that I want to be a woman or anything, just I think it would be interesting to pretend to be and to pretend that us doing that could result in a pregnancy and to pretend that I don’t have to do anything other than keep the house and please you when the mood strikes you…” The blond trailed off and Harry couldn’t help but think that he was putting too much stress on the pretending part.
“Draco, if you want to try all of that, I’d be more than willing to give it a go. But I’m curious, are you sure you just want to pretend all of that or is that something that you want you just aren’t sure how I’ll take it if you say it? And keep in mind, I usually know when people are lying to me.”
“Ah…the second one I suppose. Don’t get me wrong, I like being a prosecutor and I like having my bits and all but sometimes I do wonder what it would be like to have…well…more feminine parts and the things those entail and I’ve often admired women’s clothing.”
“What if I told you Sunni is more than capable of making you a gown? Complete with any undergarments you might want. Is that something you’re interested in?” Draco nodded enthusiastically.
“It would be nice just to try it to see if it’s even something I’m interested in.”
“Quite right. Sunni!” A tiny house elf appeared in front of them.
“Yes, Master Harry, Sir?”
“Would you mind terribly if I asked you to make Draco here a complete outfit? He-”
“Oh, Sunni only knows dresses and womanly things-”
“I know. I want you to make him a gown and all the things that go along with it to fit him. Can you do that?” The elf turned and gave Draco an appraising look before nodding and turning back to Harry.
“I can do it. Sunni is pleased to have a challenge. Master Draco, please stand up so I can take measurements!” She snapped and a tape measure started making its rounds measuring every nook and cranny Draco had on his body before it disappeared. Another snap of her fingers made a muggle pencil appear along with a pad of paper.
Harry left the room after that so the two could discuss proper underwear and he thought he heard something about a corset. Merlin help him, but the thought of Draco in a corset was almost too much for him to handle. If he wasn’t careful he was going to have wet spots in his pants.