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Playing Dress Up
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Playing Dress Up
Draco skipped down the steps to the dungeons two at a time. His heart was racing and his palms were sweating. Only a few hours Draco, a few hours. When he reached the large stone statue of the snake he muttered the password and climbed through the opening in the wall. The Slytherin common room was underground; therefore it had no windows, and was lit by many candles and torches. Draco jumped up the dorm steps and into his bedroom. Blaise had agreed he would let him have the room to himself. Draco had pushed all the beds to the wall, leaving only his positioned right in the middle, hangings pulled tight.
“Ah Sir you’s here.”
Draco looked quickly over to the corner and saw a small house elf. “Ah, Gruppy, did you get the champagne?” The small elf’s eyes started to fill with tears, her hands shaking uncontrollably, gripping the large bottle. “Yes, sir, Gruppy got you’s drinks sir.”
Draco arched a brow. “Are you ok Gruppy?” The small house elf dropped the bottle and started banging her head on the floor, wailing at the top of her lungs. “Gruppy don’t… Gruppy isn’t… How could Gruppy do… Sir, please, Gruppy is a good elf!”
Draco’s confusion only rose when the elf started pleading banging her head on the floor. “Gruppy stop that!” He yelled. The elf didn’t listen; she just continued to bang her head and wail, screaming words that Draco couldn’t understand. Before he could move to the elf to comfort her she popped away.
Draco slowly and skeptically moved over to the bottle that was now spinning slowly on the ground, picking it up and reading the label. “Perfect.”
***
Harry pushed open the door do his common room and carefully walked in. His mind was still processing his wonderful morning with Draco, but he was even more excited about his special surprise with his lover.
“Oh Harry how pleasant, I thought you would be fucking Draco right now.”
Harry quickly turned his head; Dean was sitting by himself curled up on the couch, staring into the fire.
“Oh, hi Dean… What are you doing?” Harry’s could feel his throat growing dry, his stomach busy with butterflies again.
Dean smiled maliciously. “Just reading this article in the prophet, Borgin was murdered yesterday.” Harry’s eyes widened. “Are you fucking serious?”
Dean tossed the paper onto the coffee table for Harry to read it…
Blood shed in Diagon Alley!
Yesterday afternoon, around 2:00pm in Knockturn Alley, infamous Borgin, of Borgin and Burkes was brutally murdered by the killing curse; Avada Kedavra. Ministry officials have no official leads of whom or why that the man was murdered. The only piece of evidence that was left at the scene of the crime was a small piece of parchment with the request of a veil of the most poisonous venom known to wizard kind. Its powers are like a liquid form of the killing curse itself. One small drop can send its victim into complete craziness, if not killing them. Borgin was rushed to St. Mungo’s even though he was declared dead at the scene of the crime. Our greatest regrets to his family and to Burkes, who will know run the shop in Knockturn Alley by himself. After questioning residents of Diagon Alley some people did say that that afternoon a man hidden behind long black robes was seen making his way down Knockturn Alley. Ministry officials warn all witches and wizards to be on the look out. Even though they aren’t certain that the mysterious murderer got the venom he was looking for, everyone should be on high alert.
~Rita Skitter.
Harry ran his hands through his black unkempt hair. “Wow… That’s insane.” Dean nodded and took the paper back from Harry, flipping through the pages. “Some people do what they have to, to get what they want. Oh, and Harry, don’t bother explaining to me about you being gay, I understand you didn’t share the same feelings as I did. I don’t need your pity.” With this being said Dean tugged open the paper and hid his face behind it.
Harry arched a brow at Dean’s weird behavior. “All right, as long as we’re clear.” Dean didn’t move nor make any sign that he was acknowledging Harry. Finally Harry turned and walked up into his dorm.
Harry slowly walked towards his bed, thinking about what he had just read in the Daily Prophet. He knew that Knockturn Alley was a shabby place to be, but someone being murdered in broad daylight; that was just weird. Harry was so focused on the article that he didn’t even realize he had tripped until he hit the ground. “Fuck!” Harry managed to catch himself with his palms. Turning around he sat upright to look at his ‘attacker’. Rubbing his wrists, sore from impact he saw the set of black robes, half sticking out from underneath Deans bed. “Damn it Dean, clean up your fucking mess.” Harry shoved the robes further back under the bed.
Climbing to his feet he made his way over to his own bed. Harry looked at his watch on his nightstand. Good, that leaves me just enough time to write Ron and get ready for the ball.
Harry slid onto his bed and pulled the hanging closed, grabbing a quill and some paper from his book bag, which was just beside his pillow. Harry began to write, then scratched it out and started over… He just couldn’t seem to phrase what he had to say, perfectly. After about thirty minutes and a half an ink bottle later Harry had the perfect letter.
Dear Ron,
Hey there Ron, and most likely Hermione too. I just wanted to owl you this letter after I got yours before you left. I tried to catch you before you two apparated to the Burrow but I was too late. Anyway, onto more important matters, I know that I have been a total prat lately, but I hope you know that I would want nothing to come between our friendships, I love you like a brother. I know that I’m not the only one who has been going through a rough time and I need to apologize for making an complete asshole of myself, like I have so many times before. (That one was for Herm) I really miss you guys and I wish I could be spending the holidays with you and your wonderful family. I hope and pray that when you return to Hogwarts we can put all this behind us and continue the trio. (wink wink) I do have some more news that I think you need to know. Draco and I are a couple now, I and I really do love him, so I hope you can accept this and let him be apart of our lives. I know this is blunt but it’s the truth and I don’t want us to lie anymore. I miss you all and can’t wait to see you, please owl me ASAP.
Harry
Harry re-read the letter a few times before rolling it up and tying it neatly with a red bow. He moved to the window and stuck his head out, whistling loudly for Hedwig. “’ere Hedwig, come on girl!” Harry waited for a few minutes until finally the beautiful snow white owl swooped towards him at the window, perching herself lightly on the window ledge with a hoot.
Harry stroked her soft feathers lovingly and showed her the parchment, immediately responding with a lifted leg. After Harry tied the letter to her leg and gave her a treat he whispered. “Ron Weasley, the Burrow.” Hedwig hooted happily and jumped from the ledge, spreading her wings and soaring off, out of eye sight.
Harry moved back to his bed side table and looked at his watch, exactly an hour until the ball, time to get dressed.
***
Draco casually walked out of the bathroom into his common room, towel wrapped around his waist. His blonde locks were gelled tightly against his head, except for one stand that hung down over his forehead. Holding the towel closed with one hand he moved over to his bed where he had his entire outfit laid out, slowly letting the towel fall from his grip, down his thighs and onto the floor.
He took his silk black boxers and slid them slowly up his legs, covering himself from the public view. Taking his pants in his hands he put his legs through and pulled them up tightly, buttoning the lip and zipping the zipper up. Taking his shirt he slipped it over his shoulders and onto his arms, pulling the collar up around his neck while he buttoned the front, leaving the top two undone.
Draco casually walked over to the mirror, staring at himself, smiling widely. He wore tight black leather pants, which really showed off his package. His white cotton shirt hung loosely off his chest opened partway making his milky skin visible. His golden hair was positioned just perfect and his outfit was spot on.
Pulling a small leather band from his pocket he snapped it closed around his wrist, running his hand once again through his hair. “Perfect”
***
Harry stood in front of the mirror trying to fix his outfit so it was just perfect for Draco, he decided against the robes he had bought that day in Hogsmead. Harry couldn’t even begin to imagine how wonderful Draco looked. The raven-haired boy buttoned and unbuttoned his top two, checking the mirror each time to see what looked best. Damn I wish Hermione was here! Finally he settled on not wearing that shirt. Rummaging through his trunk he pulled out a black shirt, holding it to his chest he smiled and nodded. “That’s the one.”
Moving over to his bed where Harry also had his pants laid out he pulled them on, then slipped his shirt over his head. Pulling his glasses from his nose he squinted to try and make himself come into focus. Hmm, what was that spell Hermione was always talking about…? Harry muttered a few incantations until finally he became visible in the mirror, without his glasses.
The raven-haired boy smiled widely and ran a blob of gel through his hair, making it shiny and unkempt. Turning himself around in front of the mirror he smiled broadly. He wore a pair of his best blue jeans; they hugged his thighs and waist, held tightly by a black leather belt. His chest was formed wonderfully through his black muscle shirt, which showed off his muscular arms and broad shoulders. Harry could feel that weird tingling sensation in his stomach, similar to the one he has after beating himself off. This is going to be perfect.
He pulled out a bottle of cologne and sprayed his collar bone, then his chest and replaced it onto the table, smiling at himself once more he headed to the door.
***
Harry walked slowly down the Gryffindor corridor, checking himself out in every thing that could show a reflection. His palms were sweating as he headed towards the Great Hall. Hoping down the stairs two at a time, rounding a corner, and turning through an archway Harry came face to face with Draco, who was absolutely stunning.
“H-Holy shit Draco, you l-look so, fucking amazing.” Harry choked.
Draco smiled and teasingly curtsied. “You look fucking amazing to Harry. God, I would fuck you right here and now!” Harry rolled his eyes and laughed, followed by a moan as Draco crushed his lips against his, and took over his mouth. Harry’s knees felt weak, once again as Draco ran his hands down Harry’s chest, groaning as his hands explored his body.
Finally Harry broke the kiss. “Hey now, you don’t get any of this until you tell me what you have planned.” Draco rolled his had back and laughed. “Boy, you just don’t give up.” Harry chuckled and pushed himself against Draco, into the wall and ran his tongue over Draco’s ear, moaning gently. The blonde felt his cock growing hard. “I suggest you stop or we will have one huge mess here.” Harry chuckled, still breathing into the blonde’s ear, grabbing Draco’s crotch. The blonde shuddered, rolling his eyes back and groaning.
“This is all mine, forever.” Harry teased, stroking Draco’s hardening member.
“Yes sir,” Draco rasped, trying to hold himself from exploding in his pants at the feel of Harry’s warm breath and hands.
Harry smiled and kissed Draco once more before walking towards the Great Hall entrance. “Ready”
Draco nodded as the huge oak doors shuddered slowly, sliding against the concrete floor to reveal the massive hall which was dimly lit by candles and echoing with music. Both boys stepped through the doors, hand-in-hand as it shuddered to a close behind them.
To Be Continued
A/N Ok ok ok ok, I really hope you guys liked this chapter! I have been away and I really apologize if it is a little small and not so great! It will take me awhile to get back in the feel for the story. *bangs his head against the table* I promise I’ll be a good boy! Ok, bust seriously, I really need the reviews because they help me with the writing. I really get motivated to write longer and in more detail as I look over the reviews. Thank you all and I love you to my supporters! It’s just starting to get GOOD. Oh, btw, Dean makes an appearance! :x Oooo, exciting. Enjoy and REVIEW.
P.S. I edited some mistakes too, if you catch any major plot errors, email me! LoinsofLust@hotmail.com. <3
All questions or comments can be emailed to LoinsofLust@hotmail.com if you wish for them to be answered.
Draco skipped down the steps to the dungeons two at a time. His heart was racing and his palms were sweating. Only a few hours Draco, a few hours. When he reached the large stone statue of the snake he muttered the password and climbed through the opening in the wall. The Slytherin common room was underground; therefore it had no windows, and was lit by many candles and torches. Draco jumped up the dorm steps and into his bedroom. Blaise had agreed he would let him have the room to himself. Draco had pushed all the beds to the wall, leaving only his positioned right in the middle, hangings pulled tight.
“Ah Sir you’s here.”
Draco looked quickly over to the corner and saw a small house elf. “Ah, Gruppy, did you get the champagne?” The small elf’s eyes started to fill with tears, her hands shaking uncontrollably, gripping the large bottle. “Yes, sir, Gruppy got you’s drinks sir.”
Draco arched a brow. “Are you ok Gruppy?” The small house elf dropped the bottle and started banging her head on the floor, wailing at the top of her lungs. “Gruppy don’t… Gruppy isn’t… How could Gruppy do… Sir, please, Gruppy is a good elf!”
Draco’s confusion only rose when the elf started pleading banging her head on the floor. “Gruppy stop that!” He yelled. The elf didn’t listen; she just continued to bang her head and wail, screaming words that Draco couldn’t understand. Before he could move to the elf to comfort her she popped away.
Draco slowly and skeptically moved over to the bottle that was now spinning slowly on the ground, picking it up and reading the label. “Perfect.”
***
Harry pushed open the door do his common room and carefully walked in. His mind was still processing his wonderful morning with Draco, but he was even more excited about his special surprise with his lover.
“Oh Harry how pleasant, I thought you would be fucking Draco right now.”
Harry quickly turned his head; Dean was sitting by himself curled up on the couch, staring into the fire.
“Oh, hi Dean… What are you doing?” Harry’s could feel his throat growing dry, his stomach busy with butterflies again.
Dean smiled maliciously. “Just reading this article in the prophet, Borgin was murdered yesterday.” Harry’s eyes widened. “Are you fucking serious?”
Dean tossed the paper onto the coffee table for Harry to read it…
Blood shed in Diagon Alley!
Yesterday afternoon, around 2:00pm in Knockturn Alley, infamous Borgin, of Borgin and Burkes was brutally murdered by the killing curse; Avada Kedavra. Ministry officials have no official leads of whom or why that the man was murdered. The only piece of evidence that was left at the scene of the crime was a small piece of parchment with the request of a veil of the most poisonous venom known to wizard kind. Its powers are like a liquid form of the killing curse itself. One small drop can send its victim into complete craziness, if not killing them. Borgin was rushed to St. Mungo’s even though he was declared dead at the scene of the crime. Our greatest regrets to his family and to Burkes, who will know run the shop in Knockturn Alley by himself. After questioning residents of Diagon Alley some people did say that that afternoon a man hidden behind long black robes was seen making his way down Knockturn Alley. Ministry officials warn all witches and wizards to be on the look out. Even though they aren’t certain that the mysterious murderer got the venom he was looking for, everyone should be on high alert.
~Rita Skitter.
Harry ran his hands through his black unkempt hair. “Wow… That’s insane.” Dean nodded and took the paper back from Harry, flipping through the pages. “Some people do what they have to, to get what they want. Oh, and Harry, don’t bother explaining to me about you being gay, I understand you didn’t share the same feelings as I did. I don’t need your pity.” With this being said Dean tugged open the paper and hid his face behind it.
Harry arched a brow at Dean’s weird behavior. “All right, as long as we’re clear.” Dean didn’t move nor make any sign that he was acknowledging Harry. Finally Harry turned and walked up into his dorm.
Harry slowly walked towards his bed, thinking about what he had just read in the Daily Prophet. He knew that Knockturn Alley was a shabby place to be, but someone being murdered in broad daylight; that was just weird. Harry was so focused on the article that he didn’t even realize he had tripped until he hit the ground. “Fuck!” Harry managed to catch himself with his palms. Turning around he sat upright to look at his ‘attacker’. Rubbing his wrists, sore from impact he saw the set of black robes, half sticking out from underneath Deans bed. “Damn it Dean, clean up your fucking mess.” Harry shoved the robes further back under the bed.
Climbing to his feet he made his way over to his own bed. Harry looked at his watch on his nightstand. Good, that leaves me just enough time to write Ron and get ready for the ball.
Harry slid onto his bed and pulled the hanging closed, grabbing a quill and some paper from his book bag, which was just beside his pillow. Harry began to write, then scratched it out and started over… He just couldn’t seem to phrase what he had to say, perfectly. After about thirty minutes and a half an ink bottle later Harry had the perfect letter.
Dear Ron,
Hey there Ron, and most likely Hermione too. I just wanted to owl you this letter after I got yours before you left. I tried to catch you before you two apparated to the Burrow but I was too late. Anyway, onto more important matters, I know that I have been a total prat lately, but I hope you know that I would want nothing to come between our friendships, I love you like a brother. I know that I’m not the only one who has been going through a rough time and I need to apologize for making an complete asshole of myself, like I have so many times before. (That one was for Herm) I really miss you guys and I wish I could be spending the holidays with you and your wonderful family. I hope and pray that when you return to Hogwarts we can put all this behind us and continue the trio. (wink wink) I do have some more news that I think you need to know. Draco and I are a couple now, I and I really do love him, so I hope you can accept this and let him be apart of our lives. I know this is blunt but it’s the truth and I don’t want us to lie anymore. I miss you all and can’t wait to see you, please owl me ASAP.
Harry
Harry re-read the letter a few times before rolling it up and tying it neatly with a red bow. He moved to the window and stuck his head out, whistling loudly for Hedwig. “’ere Hedwig, come on girl!” Harry waited for a few minutes until finally the beautiful snow white owl swooped towards him at the window, perching herself lightly on the window ledge with a hoot.
Harry stroked her soft feathers lovingly and showed her the parchment, immediately responding with a lifted leg. After Harry tied the letter to her leg and gave her a treat he whispered. “Ron Weasley, the Burrow.” Hedwig hooted happily and jumped from the ledge, spreading her wings and soaring off, out of eye sight.
Harry moved back to his bed side table and looked at his watch, exactly an hour until the ball, time to get dressed.
***
Draco casually walked out of the bathroom into his common room, towel wrapped around his waist. His blonde locks were gelled tightly against his head, except for one stand that hung down over his forehead. Holding the towel closed with one hand he moved over to his bed where he had his entire outfit laid out, slowly letting the towel fall from his grip, down his thighs and onto the floor.
He took his silk black boxers and slid them slowly up his legs, covering himself from the public view. Taking his pants in his hands he put his legs through and pulled them up tightly, buttoning the lip and zipping the zipper up. Taking his shirt he slipped it over his shoulders and onto his arms, pulling the collar up around his neck while he buttoned the front, leaving the top two undone.
Draco casually walked over to the mirror, staring at himself, smiling widely. He wore tight black leather pants, which really showed off his package. His white cotton shirt hung loosely off his chest opened partway making his milky skin visible. His golden hair was positioned just perfect and his outfit was spot on.
Pulling a small leather band from his pocket he snapped it closed around his wrist, running his hand once again through his hair. “Perfect”
***
Harry stood in front of the mirror trying to fix his outfit so it was just perfect for Draco, he decided against the robes he had bought that day in Hogsmead. Harry couldn’t even begin to imagine how wonderful Draco looked. The raven-haired boy buttoned and unbuttoned his top two, checking the mirror each time to see what looked best. Damn I wish Hermione was here! Finally he settled on not wearing that shirt. Rummaging through his trunk he pulled out a black shirt, holding it to his chest he smiled and nodded. “That’s the one.”
Moving over to his bed where Harry also had his pants laid out he pulled them on, then slipped his shirt over his head. Pulling his glasses from his nose he squinted to try and make himself come into focus. Hmm, what was that spell Hermione was always talking about…? Harry muttered a few incantations until finally he became visible in the mirror, without his glasses.
The raven-haired boy smiled widely and ran a blob of gel through his hair, making it shiny and unkempt. Turning himself around in front of the mirror he smiled broadly. He wore a pair of his best blue jeans; they hugged his thighs and waist, held tightly by a black leather belt. His chest was formed wonderfully through his black muscle shirt, which showed off his muscular arms and broad shoulders. Harry could feel that weird tingling sensation in his stomach, similar to the one he has after beating himself off. This is going to be perfect.
He pulled out a bottle of cologne and sprayed his collar bone, then his chest and replaced it onto the table, smiling at himself once more he headed to the door.
***
Harry walked slowly down the Gryffindor corridor, checking himself out in every thing that could show a reflection. His palms were sweating as he headed towards the Great Hall. Hoping down the stairs two at a time, rounding a corner, and turning through an archway Harry came face to face with Draco, who was absolutely stunning.
“H-Holy shit Draco, you l-look so, fucking amazing.” Harry choked.
Draco smiled and teasingly curtsied. “You look fucking amazing to Harry. God, I would fuck you right here and now!” Harry rolled his eyes and laughed, followed by a moan as Draco crushed his lips against his, and took over his mouth. Harry’s knees felt weak, once again as Draco ran his hands down Harry’s chest, groaning as his hands explored his body.
Finally Harry broke the kiss. “Hey now, you don’t get any of this until you tell me what you have planned.” Draco rolled his had back and laughed. “Boy, you just don’t give up.” Harry chuckled and pushed himself against Draco, into the wall and ran his tongue over Draco’s ear, moaning gently. The blonde felt his cock growing hard. “I suggest you stop or we will have one huge mess here.” Harry chuckled, still breathing into the blonde’s ear, grabbing Draco’s crotch. The blonde shuddered, rolling his eyes back and groaning.
“This is all mine, forever.” Harry teased, stroking Draco’s hardening member.
“Yes sir,” Draco rasped, trying to hold himself from exploding in his pants at the feel of Harry’s warm breath and hands.
Harry smiled and kissed Draco once more before walking towards the Great Hall entrance. “Ready”
Draco nodded as the huge oak doors shuddered slowly, sliding against the concrete floor to reveal the massive hall which was dimly lit by candles and echoing with music. Both boys stepped through the doors, hand-in-hand as it shuddered to a close behind them.
A/N Ok ok ok ok, I really hope you guys liked this chapter! I have been away and I really apologize if it is a little small and not so great! It will take me awhile to get back in the feel for the story. *bangs his head against the table* I promise I’ll be a good boy! Ok, bust seriously, I really need the reviews because they help me with the writing. I really get motivated to write longer and in more detail as I look over the reviews. Thank you all and I love you to my supporters! It’s just starting to get GOOD. Oh, btw, Dean makes an appearance! :x Oooo, exciting. Enjoy and REVIEW.
P.S. I edited some mistakes too, if you catch any major plot errors, email me! LoinsofLust@hotmail.com. <3