Chapter 6
Draco was a sight for sore eyes.
It was only a week after Harry had asked Sunni to make a gown for Draco and she was already done with it. House elf magic was really a force to be reckoned with because not only did she continue to maintain the animals as usual, but she’d managed to pull this masterpiece together within a week.
The gown he was wearing was a deep sapphire blue silk with a rather impressive cut to the top to make Draco’s chest seem less flat. The sleeves were lace in the same colour as the silk, drawing attention to his complexion. All in all, Draco was absolutely stunning.
“You look incredible.” Harry’s mouth had gone dry, but at least his voice didn’t waiver. Draco blushed, just a hint of pink starting to form over his cheekbones.
“Thank you.” The two weren’t quite sure what to do next; Harry knew he’d have to be the one to make the next move. Draco had exhibited a lot of courage to put the gown on, and even more so to show him.
“Well, sit down. Dinner isn’t going to eat itself.” The blush deepened as Draco spluttered.
“I didn’t realize I’d be eating in this-I’m afraid I’ll ruin it!” Harry simply laughed.
“Don’t worry about it, Sunni assured me it would hold up to cleaning charms until we can go back out into society.” The two glanced back at the book. It was taunting them, really, with how innocuous it seemed just laying out in the open. Hermione hadn’t said anything since that first initial message, and Harry had refrained from being the first to reach out. A small part of him was afraid that the book had burned itself because someone got nosey.
“What…what happens if we can never leave this place?” Draco’s voice didn’t waiver, but it was slightly higher than usual. Harry cleared his throat before responding.
“Then we’ll just be stuck here together I suppose.”
The wine they indulged in with dinner soon turned the mood to a cheerier note. They both managed to have a good time, talking about school and the shenanigans they’d both gotten into whilst there.
“You can’t be serious, there’s no way you managed to stay a virgin! The rumours alone-”
“Ha, like the rumours about you? Half of those rumours said you were gay and the other half said you were hung like a horse!”
“Erm…” Harry scratched at his head. “Well the ones about me being gay were sort of true. Being hung like a horse though, that’s just obscene! Could you imagine? A horse’s dick is like seventy centimetres! Just picture that swinging there, how would I have flown?” Harry stood and found that suddenly he was a bit dizzy in a pleasant way. “Just look, that’s like two of these wine bottles swaying to and fro down there!” He held the bottle to his groin and started moving it about to prove his point, driving Draco into mild hysterical laughter.
“Merlin I can’t believe that’s the comparison you made! And you’re missing the point! The rumours said it, not me! I haven’t touched a single person intimately unless you count wrapping my arms around a few girls’ waists to keep boys from pestering them.” Harry had to admit, he was impressed. He believed Draco, but it must’ve been difficult being a hormone riddled teen and not doing anything about it with anyone-especially when you had people practically throwing themselves at you the entire time.
The two polished off the rest of the wine and slowly the conversation turned to more intimate subjects.
“So tell me, how come you never did anything with anyone?” Draco blushed all the way down his neck. He had never been one to back down, though, so he did eventually answer.
“I, uh…I’d gotten my hands on some reading material when I was young-younger than I should have been-and it wasn’t exactly conventional. When I got older I decided I didn’t want to have to deal with exploring that with anyone so I just never did anything with anyone period. I grew up being taught to never trust anyone and some of the things…they’d require a lot of trust, let’s put it that way.” Harry was now fully intent on finding out what some of these things were and when he voiced his wish to know, Draco gave him an incredulous look before laughing at him.
“Do you not realise you’ve already been given more trust than anyone else in my life? I’m wearing a gown in front of you, complete with ladies underthings, and yet you’re still asking why I felt odd wanting to tell my hypothetical patterns about things I wanted to try? I would’ve been hanged socially, and then literally, by my father!”
“Alright, it was a stupid question. But what else are Gryffindors for?” Draco gave him a large sappy smile.
“For barging in and making rash decisions before thinking about the outcome?”
“Precisely,” Harry responded. He couldn’t help it, but his eyes caught the sight of Draco’s lips. He had to drag his eyes away only to get locked into looking at stormy grey eyes. At some point the two had moved from sitting at the table to standing directly across from each other, just a hair’s breadth away.
Draco raised his hands to rest on Harry’s chest and Harry rested his hands on the small of Draco’s back. He was overly conscious of the feel of silk resting on what was clearly a corset and he was incredibly aware that Draco’s arse wasn’t all too far from where his fingers rested. Ever so slowly, the two inched towards each other before Harry leaned in and kissed Draco.
It wasn’t all consuming, it wasn’t even long. But as soon as their lips parted, that changed. Harry tightened his grip on Draco’s hips, growled, and pulled him impossibly close so he could kiss him properly.
It was heated, Harry’s tongue plunging into Draco’s mouth and caressing everything it could find before retracting so Harry could nip at a lip and go back in for more. Draco, on the other hand, was a whimpering mess of want. If it hadn’t been for Harry’s support, he was sure Draco would have fallen to the floor.
It wasn’t long before Harry could feel a certain hardness under the silk layers that couldn’t be mistaken for a corset. He smiled and chuckled as Draco tried desperately to get more friction.
“Merlin, you’re so pretty like that. All dressed up for me and desperate to boot. Do me a favour, yeah?” Draco opened his eyes and nodded. His pupils were blown wide, his cheeks stained pink.
“Don’t touch yourself tonight.” He reached a hand out and caught a book that flew to him from one of his bookshelves. “And read this one, I think you’ll like it.” With that, Harry pried himself away from the blond and went to relieve some stress in the shower.