PICTURE PERFECT

Chapter Two


Blaise was right when he said he saw the spark of interest in Harry’s eye’s. Harry has had a bit of a crush on the Slytherin prince for the past couple of years, but did not think he had much of a chance. He has known that he’s been attracted to the same sex for a couple of years now, and has enjoyed quite a few very erotic fantasies with the blonde . . . in his dreams. He strolled up to the Gryffindor tower in auto pilot, not really paying attention to where he was going as he thought of the possibilities of getting some of those dreams turned into reality.

It was near the end of the week when Harry finally gathered his famous Gryffindor courage and went in search of Draco. Not surprisingly, he found him by the lake, sketchbook in hand as he drew a couple of first years playing around outside. He sat beside him and looked down at the drawing, watching how Draco’s hands seemed to flow over the paper. “Pretty good Malfoy,” he said to break the silence.

“Thanks,” Draco said, not looking up right away, but was very aware of Harry sitting there beside him, his knee against his. “Something I can do for you Potter?”

“No, not really,” Harry replied, shrugging his shoulders. “Just out enjoying the day and saw you sitting here.”

Draco glanced over at Harry as the dark-haired man was gazing out at the lake. “So you decided to grace me with your presence,” he smirked, “I feel honored Potter.”

“I saw your drawings in the magazines,” Harry abruptly said.

“What? How?” Draco stammered, “or should I take a wild guess and say Blaise showed you?” He asked, answering his own question.

“You guessed it,” Harry grinned.

“He shouldn’t have done that. It was none of his business,” Draco said closing his sketchbook.

“Why not? He’s your best friend, and is very proud of you,” Harry said turning to look at Draco. “The pictures were very good. I was impressed.”

“Really?” Draco asked, “you really thought they were good?”

“Yeah, really good,” Harry grinned. “Blaise also mentioned that they want more drawings from you, and that you may need someone to sit for you.”

“Yes, both magazines have asked for more,” Draco said, getting up wiping the grass from his pants. “I had quite a few for the wizarding magazine that I have already submitted to them.”

“And the muggle magazine?” Harry enquired.

“I have a few, but need to draw more,” Draco said. “You offering?” He asked, trying not to sound too hopeful.

“Maybe.”

“You do realize that these drawings they want are a bit more racy, right?”

“Yes, I realize that.”

“And you’d still pose for me?” Draco asked.

“Wouldn’t have mentioned it, if I wasn’t willing,” Harry grinned.

“I could pay you to pose for me,” Draco said, warming to the idea.

“Whatever,” Harry shrugged, “can I see some of your other work?”

“I suppose,” Draco said, “when?”

“Now is as good a time as any,” Harry smiled as they continued to walk to the school.


Once Harry entered Draco’s private rooms, he looked around and was surprised to see how homey it was. There was a large fireplace that was lit to ward off the chill of the dungeons, with several pictures of his house mates and mother on the mantle. In front of the fireplace sat a large couch in a deep green color with a handmade looking quilt draped across the back. On the table in front of the couch, there were stacks of books, magazines, and sketchpads.

He followed Draco to a smaller room where there were pictures lined up against the wall, some finished, and some still waiting for the finishing touches before they would be complete. Harry’s gaze caught onto one particular picture that was set up on an easel. He moved towards it, to take a closer to look. It was him in his fifth year sitting by the lake, looking like he was deep in thought as he was petting a large black dog. “Sirius,” he quietly said, feeling saddened still from the loss of his godfather. “When did you do this?” Harry asked, looking at Draco who stood at his side looking at the picture also.

“As you may have guessed, it was in our fifth year. You looked so troubled that day, but I could sense the comfort the dog . . . or should I say your godfather . . . was giving you,” Draco said giving him a small smile.

“How did you know?”

“I saw him transform that night by the whomping willow when Peter Pettigrew first got away, when he saved you from Professor Lupin as he was changing into his werewolf form,” Draco said.

“And you didn’t turn him in?” Harry asked surprised.

“Why should I have? I knew that he was innocent,” Draco replied.

Harry looked to the picture again and smiled as he remembered the precious few, happy times he had with Sirius. “I will pose for free if I can have this picture,” he said looking at Draco.

“But . . . ” Draco began.

“Please Malfoy . . . Draco, it would mean a lot to me. Besides I don’t need the money,” Harry said, “I’ve got enough to last me a lifetime.”

“Alright. It’s yours. So when can you start?” Draco grinned.

“Whenever.”

“How about tomorrow afternoon?” Draco asked. “I’ve got a few ideas in mind on what I would like to draw. Have you got anything in leather?” He grinned.

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