Harry Potter and the Raunchy Order of the Phoenix

Draco spent most of the evening sitting in a cushy armchair next to the bed, watching Harry sleep. Harry's expression when he'd entered the room had been quite amusing. The black haired boy had gaped at the queen-size four-poster bed, the neatly arranged desk and walk-in closet already filled with clothing, and even the cushy armchair. His room at the Dursleys must not have been as nice as one would have supposed. With an oddly peaceful sigh, the black-haired boy flopped onto the bed on his stomach and fell asleep almost instantly.

Draco, who didn't usually go to sleep this early and was rather excited about the capture of his rival, found himself restless and bored and unable to see a damn thing in the darkness. He got up quietly and stepped over towards the bed, wondering how his rival could sleep so peacefully in such conditions. He watched the boy, who was lying there on his stomach with just the slight trace of a grin on his face. His hands clung lightly at the soft pillows, and he hadn't even scooted under the blankets. Draco wondered for a split second if he was cold without them, and then wondered why he would think such a thing. The next thing the blonde noticed was that Harry's shirt had wriggled up his torso while he slept and that there was a hint of...something peeking out of it.

Taking his wand quietly out of his pocket, Draco transfigured Harry's shirt into a small blanket, which he then tugged off the now topless boy's form. The blonde lifted one eyebrow at what he saw on the other boy's back: A tattoo of a dragon, its head and forelegs perched elegantly on Harry's left shoulder blade, its tail curling up under the right shoulder blade. It was neither a standard European style dragon, nor a standard Asian style dragon-- it was like a snake with wings and four taloned legs. From the lack of movement, it was clearly a muggle tattoo-- yet, there was something about its greens ths that seemed to shine.

Draco was so shocked by what his traitorous body did next that he didn't even have time to resist the urge. He crawled on all fours until he was above Harry, bent down, and began to slowly trace the tattoo from the tip of the tail to the top of the head with his tongue. The boy beneath him shivered slightly, but remained asleep. Draco's tongue, still working with a mind all its own, made its way up to Harry's neck, tickling the sensitive flesh gently. It was at this point that Harry's eyes leapt open and he jumped up into a sitting position, knocking Draco ungracefully off the bed. "Malfoy?! What the fuck were you doing?!"

The blonde pulled himself into a more upright position and, in a desperate attempt to regain his lost dignity, smirked. "Nice tattoo, Potter."

Unfortunately, this comment had the opposite effect on its intended victim. Harry visibly relaxed, grinned, and sat back on his arms. If he noticed his lack of shirt, he didn't show it. "Thanks. I just got it done a few weeks ago." Draco smirk faltered. Where was the shouting and blushing he'd expected? Harry perhaps noticed the change in expression despite the dark, because he settled back down against the pillows and pulled his blanket up to his chin. "If you'll kindly keep to your chair, Malfoy, I'll just get back to sleep. Flushing almost unnoticably due to his palid complexion, Draco curled back up on the chair and closed his eyes.

Not five minutes had passed, however, when Harry called out to him. "Hey, Malfoy?"

"What do you want now, Potter?" Draco drawled, ignoring the fact that that was a more appropriate question to be directed at himself.

Something that vaguely resembled a giggle came from the direction of the bed. "How did it taste?"

Draco cursed and turned onto his other side, determined not to watch the other boy for the rest of the evening.

It didn't work.