Smokin' Hot

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Harry tried not to think about what they had just done in the changing room as the friendly sales girl rang up the leather jacket. Draco didn’t seem affected at all as he handed her his credit card. Harry blushed slightly as the girl wished them a nice afternoon and they finally left the store.

Outside the door, Draco stopped, turning to Harry with an evil smile on his face.

“What?” Harry asked cautiously.

“You know what you need?” Draco asked him. “A piercing.”

Harry was shocked. “A what?!”

“A piercing,” repeated Draco. “You know, something metal slid through your skin using a needle.”

“I know what it is,” Harry said. “You want me to get one?!”

“Why not?”

“But I don’t wan—“

“It’ll look really hot,” Draco said suggestively, giving Harry a smoldering look. He knew he was pushing his limit, but that’s exactly what he was trying to do. If Harry wouldn’t do it, he might have been successful at pushing him away.

Harry hesitated. It wasn’t that he was afraid. He’d just never considered it. Not to mention, it would raise quite a few questions at the Dursleys and probably wouldn’t help his neighborhood image. Then again, anything more he could do to annoy the Dursleys had to be good in his book.

“Well…” he said hesitantly, “okay.”

Draco looked surprised at Harry’s answer. He hadn’t expected him to agree, especially not so quickly. He hastily snapped himself out of it and turned around, leading the way back to his car.

They retrieved it from the valet and threw all of Harry’s new clothes in the trunk. They got in and Draco took off again.

“Where are we going?” Harry asked as they left the shopping street and headed for the other side of town.

“I know a great piercing place,” Draco replied, taking a sharp left and heading into a less business oriented place.

A few moments later, they pulled into a small parking lot in front of a white building. Harry looked up and saw a stylized sign that read Halo.

He was pushed inside by an impatient Draco. Inside, there were glass cases full of different gauge piercings. Harry felt a little overwhelmed and stayed silent as they walked in. Draco walked up to the counter.

In just a moment, a tall, skinny girl came out. She had more than a few piercings herself. An entire ear was filled his rings and studs. Her tongue had a silver stud and her nose was adorned with a small silver hoop.

“Hey Draco,” she greeted Draco amiably.

“Pansy,” Draco greeted her, smirking. “Still working in the slums?”

The girl, Pansy, scoffed and hit Draco’s shoulder playfully. “Hey, at least I don’t need daddy anymore.”

Draco just raised an eyebrow, his eyes raking obviously over the girl’s clothes, most of which were black and pink with artful tears.

“Don’t you be looking at me,” Pansy warned him. “At least I don’t look like I fell into the Gap.”

Draco just laughed. Harry stood off to the side, feeling really awkward. Draco obviously knew this girl.

“So,” Pansy said, finally catching sight of Harry. “Who is this little morsel? My, Draco, he needs new clothes. He wouldn’t look too bad with a bit of dye in his hair either.” She examined Harry, her eyes shining as ideas formed in her head.

“Hands off,” Draco said, smirking. “He’s my toy. I get to play with him.”

Harry opened his mouth to protest about the toy, but was cut off by Pansy.

“Fine, Draco,” she pouted. “But you should bring me something to play with sometimes. I’m Pansy, by the way,” she said to Harry.

“Harry,” he said.

“Yes, he’s Harry. You’re Pansy. Now let’s get down to business.”

Pansy raised an eyebrow at Draco, who ignored it and turned to the glass cases.

“Alright, well, what do you want done?” Pansy asked, resting her elbows on the case and looking between Harry and Draco.

Draco turned to Harry, grabbing him by the waist and pulling him closer, then stepping back and admiring him as if he were a piece of art.

“What do you think?” he asked Pansy.

“Hmm,” she said thoughtfully, coming out from the behind the counter. “We could always go for an ear, but that seems a bit boring, and you’ve never liked boring. Nose is a popular choice, but personally, I find it can be annoying if you get sick. Then, there’s the tongue. It can be very rewarding if used properly.” She said this with a significant look at Draco, who raised an interested eyebrow.

“What else is there?”

Harry felt like he should have some input. It was his body that was going to be poked after all. They were talking about him like he wasn’t even there.

“I—“

“Well, there is one place but I’ve heard that some boys don’t tend to like it after a while.”

Harry’s mouth fell open and he felt he had to make himself heard on that account. “Malfoy, I don’t wan—“

“Then there’s always the eyebrow. That’s pretty popular as well, and definitely hot,” Pansy said, once more interrupting Harry.

“Well,” Draco said slowly. “For your sake, Potter, I won’t make you get the one. But tongue and eyebrow sound pretty good. What do you say?”

Harry, glad for an opportunity to speak his opinion, jumped in immediately. “Well, I definitely don’t want that other one. And I heard you have to relearn how to speak with a tongue piercing. I guess eyebrow would be cool.”

“Eyebrow it is, then,” Draco announced.

Pansy smiled nicely at Harry, though he was sure she wasn’t as nice as she seemed, especially if she was such good friends with Draco. “Come pick out a color.”

Harry settled on a silver barbell to go through his left eyebrow. He closed his eyes while Pansy did the proper sterilization methods and did the piercing. It felt like a pinprick sliding through his eyebrow. The sudden pain wasn’t too bad, though, and Harry felt that it wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be.

Soon, Pansy was handing him a mirror and he was examining the shining silver barbell. He had to admit it looked pretty good. He knew it would look even better once he put on some of his new clothes.

Draco took a good look at him and smirked. “I like it.”

Harry felt his heart leap at Draco’s simple words. He’d been wondering if he was getting through at all.

Pansy glanced between the two and smirked. “Well, Harry,” she said, reaching under into the case and pulling out a bottle. “You need to clean it twice a day for the next couple months with this, and don’t take it out for at least four months, okay?”

“Okay,” Harry said, taking the bag she handed to him. Draco pulled out his credit card, but Pansy stopped him.

“On the house,” she said.

Draco just smirked. “If you insist.”

“Don’t forget about me, Draco,” Pansy said. “Just because I don’t live at home anymore, doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy shopping and eating.”

“Dinner, Friday, seven,” Draco said as he ushered Harry out the door.

Harry was shunted outside unceremoniously. He pouted slightly but followed Draco to the car. When he got in, he couldn’t help looking in the passenger side mirror at the piercing again. Draco just laughed at him.

Harry turned to him. “How do you know her?”

“I’ve known her since I was young,” Draco said, starting the car and pulling out of the lot. “She lived next to me until her parents disowned her. They didn’t think she’d be able to uphold the family honor. All because of a little affair with a teacher. I guess they didn’t think that was appropriate.” Draco shrugged, but smirked all the same.

“Oh,” Harry said quietly. He thought all rich families didn’t have so many problems. He fully expected the Dursleys to disown him once he turned 18. He wasn’t worried, though. He had been saving all his money from his job so he could go to college and move away as soon as possible.

They spent the rest of the ride in silence as Draco took Harry back to his house. Once they reached it, Draco pulled to the curb and waited for Harry to get out.

Harry glanced at the house and caught sight of aunt Petunia’s skinny face peering through the curtains. He sighed and rolled his eyes.

Draco leaned over and saw aunt Petunia too. She was joined shortly by uncle Vernon, who was glaring at them in the car, as if they were doing something indecent by sitting there.

Harry just shook his head and unclasped his seatbelt. He turned to say thanks to Draco, but was surprised to find him inches from his face.

He was in shock as Draco’s hand slid around his neck, pulling him forward into a long, slow kiss. Harry completely forgot where he was as he melted into the kiss.

Draco’s tongue slid into Harry’s open mouth, licking and tasting him. He nibbled on Harry’s lower lip, pulling the plump flesh into his mouth. He licked the lip before releasing it slowly and pulling away.

He smirked at Harry, his eyes flicking to the window where Petunia and Vernon’s faces had gone horrible shades of purple.

Harry knew it had all been for show, but he couldn’t help hoping that maybe it had meant something more. He finally pulled his eyes away from Draco’s face and reached for the door latch.

“See you in school, Potter,” Draco said once Harry had retrieved his bags.

Before Harry could respond, Draco had taken off and was halfway down the street. He sighed and turned to go up the walk. He couldn’t help smiling to himself as he thought of what Petunia and Vernon were going to do once he got inside.

He made it to the front door and before he even got it open, a pair of hands had pulled him inside. Once the door was shut, he was promptly let go of. He looked up to see a purple-faced uncle Vernon glaring at him.

“Yes?” he asked innocently.

This caused Vernon’s face to go, if possible, even darker. Harry wasn’t sure it was safe for someone’s face to be that color.

“What the devil do you think you’re doing, boy?” Vernon demanded, his teeth clenched and his voice furious.

“What do you mean?” Harry asked, knowing he was far from safe. He just couldn’t bring himself to care about the danger, though. His mind was back in the car, still kissing Draco.

Vernon’s eyes practically bugged out of his head and the vein in his forehead pulsed dangerously.

“Kissing that… boy in front of the house where anyone could see!” he shouted.

“Vernon!” Petunia warned, looking around as if the neighbors might have their ears pressed against the walls, trying to listen in.

Vernon quickly lowered his voice, though it lost none of its anger. “I won’t have any more of your kind in my house! I don’t want to hear anything about your-your abnormality.”

“It’s not an abnormality,” Harry shot back, losing his cool momentarily.

“Quiet!” Vernon yelled.

“I like to fuck guys,” Harry said loudly.

Petunia shrieked and Vernon yelled loudly. “G-go to your room!” he shouted, trying to drown out Harry’s voice.

“I like kissing guys, and touching hot guys and—“

“GO!” Vernon exploded. “GO TO YOUR ROOM, BOY! NO MORE TALK!”

“—Hot, fuckable guys with gorgeous asse—“

“NOW!”

Harry was taken by hand and forcibly made to go up the stairs. He did so, though grudgingly. He knew he was way past aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon’s limits, but he didn’t care.

He stomped to his room, his bags still in hand. Slamming the door behind him, he collapsed on his bed, the bags falling to the floor. As he lay there, he started to laugh, realizing that in all the anger and confusion, the Dursleys had failed to notice the bag of expensive clothes and the piercing in his brow. He figured that the next day ought to be very interesting, if not a little less eventful than today.

***

“It’s not working.”

Blaise looked up from the desk chair and swung it around to face the balcony. Draco’s irritated form was leaning looking over the railing, a cigarette in one hand. As he watched, Draco flicked the end of the cigarette impatiently and stood up straight, turning to face him.

“He’s doing everything I ask. What’s wrong with him?” Draco demanded, taking an angry drag of his cigarette.

Blaise shrugged. “Maybe he really likes you.”

“Of course he does. Everyone does,” Draco said dismissively. “But how the hell am I supposed to get rid of him if he keeps going along with everything?”

“Why don’t you go complain to Eva? It was her idea, after all.”

“You can tell Eva to fuck herself.”

“With pleasure,” Blaise drawled. When he got no response, he stood up and walked over to Draco’s side, slipping his arm around Draco’s waist. “Maybe you just need to step it up a notch.”

Draco sighed. “I doubt that’ll help. He doesn’t care how odd my demands are. It’s like he’s trying to please me.”

“He is,” Blaise said simply. “You’ve just got to show him that one can only give so much pleasure before it becomes too much.”

Draco raised an eyebrow and took a drag of his cigarette before crushing it in the glass ashtray. He turned, grabbed Blaise’s hand, and tugged him into the bedroom. “Care to be the guinea pig?”

“I was hoping you would ask,” Blaise said with a smirk.

Draco just rolled his eyes and pushed Blaise on the bed, snapping the balcony doors shut behind him.


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A/N: Please review.