Patent Leather Mini Skirt

Author's note--Part Two, as requested! I hope you enjoy the randomness of the chapter and all. I know that everyone is probably thinking "black" or "white" patent leather mini skirt, but I basically picked a color that was so off-the-wall (and went well with blue, since that's Ravenclaw's color). It just seems like something Luna would have.

And I sat down to execute the Plan, and then this little surprise cropped up (you'll see what I mean). BUT the Plan is currently being executed in Chapter 3, and I must say...*fans self* it's gonna be GOOOOOD! I hope you like it.

Chrissy: I don't know what else to say other than I am so sorry. I really wish you would write your idea, too, because I'd really like to read it. Obviously I didn't intend for this to happen (I hope you know that), but now that it has, what can I do to rectify it?

Patent Leather Mini Skirt

“Oh my god, why in Merlin’s name would you EVER wear this?” Draco squeaked in horror, holding up Luna’s orange patent leather mini skirt as if it were a dead rat. After their plotting, Luna promised not to wear it and to deny Harry for a few days to ensure that he was primed and ready for the Big Day. Draco had stolen up to Luna’s bedroom in Ravenclaw, and they were going through her wardrobe, trying to decide what he should wear. Now that she showed him THE skirt, he DID remember seeing her in it a time or two. He shuddered involuntarily as he thought about Harry and Luna…doing ‘it’…while she was wearing THAT! Draco prayed that it was because Harry didn’t have his glasses, was color blind, or too horny to care. “It should be a crime to wear this color!”

“I’ve had no complaints,” Luna said mildly, raising an eyebrow. “It’s good for one thing, really. It’s only semi-comfortable after a fashion.”

“Luna, sweetheart, please do not use the word ‘fashion’ when referring to this,” Draco admonished. “Unless you’re talking about how OUT of fashion it is.”

“Do you or don’t you want to get laid?” she teased, and he acquiesced.

“How are we going to do this?” Draco wondered, casting another doubtful look at the small slip of orange before tossing it onto the bed and glancing around for shirt choices. Luna’s room at Hogwarts was very different than her room at home; there were no faces painted on the ceiling, for one. The other difference was that Luna Lovegood was somewhat of a slob, and there were clothes strewn all over the place, amongst quills, books, and parchments—evidence of homework—as well as half-finished drawings of what Draco supposed were Snorkacks and Blibbering Humdingers. Draco had nearly gone into shock when they walked in, thinking that Luna’s room had been ransacked, but Luna had merely floated over to an unidentified pile of clothing and pulled out the patent leather orange abomination, neatly folded, from the bottom of a heap, handing it to Draco.

Luna wandered absently to her wardrobe and stared into it until Draco began shifting nervously, wondering if she had detached from reality for good. Luna suddenly reached in and pulled out a dark blue tube top. Tossing it to Draco and ignoring his uncertain expression, she began looking for her white go-go boots. When she held them up triumphantly, Draco nearly had a conniption.

“You want me to wear blue, orange, and white IN PUBLIC??? Lovegood, how on EARTH did you manage to get laid? It’s unthinkable! It’s irrational! It’s completely, utterly mental!” Draco grabbed his blonde hair and seemed on the verge of hyperventilating. Luna watched him with an amused and dreamy smile on her face, and then she crossed the room to her trunk and rifled through it. She held up a chunky necklace of large round beads all strung together: blue, orange, and white. Draco cocked his head, pacified once more, and stared at Luna as if trying to decipher what was going on inside her head.

“Okay, Luna, okay! You win! I concede. That necklace makes the outfit work,” Draco admitted.

“It also makes for heightened pleasure, if you like a little bit of sensual choking,” Luna cooed, batting her eyelashes sweetly as Draco’s eyes widened. He didn’t think he’d ever get used to the randomly x-rated things that fell from Luna’s tongue at unexpected times. “Of course, they’re charmed so that you can’t kill yourself or your partner by choking them to death.”

“Lovely,” Draco muttered, grinding his palms into his eye sockets as he tried to get the image of Harry naked, groaning and writhing in pleasure as he thrusted over and over again, fisting the hair of his lover and pulling ever so slightly on the necklace…

“And then there’s the matter of breasts,” Luna continued, and Draco’s fantasy died a gruesome death, his cock wilting.

“Come again?” Draco looked up at Luna suspiciously. “As in, I don’t have breasts because I’m a guy.”

“True, but you’ll have to have them, at least at first, until Harry’s so busy pounding your cute little arse through the wall that he doesn’t notice.” Fantasy back. “Plus, if you’ll be wearing my tube top, you should at least look passing good in it.”

“No one will SEE me in your tube top, save Harry!” Draco cried. “And even if they do, they’ll be so busy screaming and holding their eyes from seeing that skirt to notice whether or not I have breasts!”

“You’ll need to shave your legs, of course,” Luna decided to ignore Draco’s theatrics. “And armpits.” She took her wand down from behind her ear and rummaged in her desk drawer until she found two half-burned candles. She Transfigured them into breasts about the same size as her own and brought them over to Draco, requesting politely that he open his shirt. A quick couple of Sticking Charms later, and Draco pulled the tube top on to see how it looked, muttering to himself. Luna scrutinized him, the tip of her tongue poking out between her lips, and she would step in, placing both hands over Draco’s cups (complete with nipples) and maneuver them around, pushing one down slightly or angling the other a different way. Then she would step back and check until she was satisfied. Draco felt oddly violated to have her touching his fake breasts, and from the way she chuckled at the look on his face, she knew how he felt.

Draco also wiggled his way into the orange patent leather mini skirt, sucking in his already slender stomach so that he could get it zipped up properly, his eyes widening comically as he tried to walk and could barely move his thighs. Luna made him sit on the bed, she zipped his feet into her boots, and as a finishing touch, added the necklace. Draco had to make sure his cock was tucked snugly against his abdomen, and he realized that he probably shouldn’t get TOO hard while his front wasn’t obscured from view, since the bulge was noticeable. Luna aimed her wand at him and mumbled a couple of incantations that grew Draco’s hair out to her own length.

“Now, the spells on your hair and chest will break as soon as he moans your real name,” she said, and Draco arched his eyebrow, unaware that Luna could do such unusual magic. When he asked her about it, she shrugged and said that her mother used to experiment. Draco then remembered hearing about how Luna’s mother had died when one experimental spell went wrong and dropped the subject, not wanting to cause Luna any sadness. The Ravenclaw stared at him, frowning, and Draco was just about to apologize when Luna suddenly dispelled her charms and stuck her hand down the front of Draco’s tube top, removing the wax breasts. Draco let out an embarrassing screech, which was, thankfully, ignored.

“I don’t like these,” she said, Untransfiguring them back to candles. She tapped her lip with her wand while thinking, and then she pulled the tube top back into place and spelled it. Two authentic-looking lumps rose under Draco’s shirt, and Luna smiled in satisfaction.

“The spell will still break when he says your name, but now at least you don’t have to worry about candles in the middle of ‘it’,” Luna pulled a smaller trunk out from under her bed and placed the candles in the middle compartment reverently. Draco cupped his own chest, glancing doubtfully from his chest to Luna and then to his own reflection. He turned this way and that, admiring his figure. Luna nodded approvingly.

“Alright, so tomorrow after classes but before dinner, right?” Draco wanted to make sure that they were on the same page, since you never could quite tell with Luna sometimes. She had opened the book to one of the more detailed illustrations of the Crumple-Horned Snorkack and was tracing it lovingly with her finger.

“Hmm? Oh, yes,” Luna replied dreamily. “I will wear that tomorrow all day and tell him to meet me in the Potions lab after everyone is gone.”

“Then you’ll excuse yourself, come to the Slytherin common room, and we switch,” Draco finished, peeling out of the mini skirt and boots while Luna went back to her book. She didn’t answer, and the blonde frowned, changing back into his own trousers. “Luna? Luna? Hey, earth to Luna! You want to remove the spell so that I can take this thing off? And the hair too.” Draco turned and held his arms out, expecting to be obeyed.

Luna blinked a couple of times and stared at him, unblinking, with a semi-stern expression. Draco stared back, starting to get annoyed, until he realized.

“Oh, sorry. Please, Luna?”

The Ravenclaw broke into a grin, reaching for her wand. Once the spell was disabled, Draco changed his shirt, rearranging his hair to fall perfectly, as always. He gave himself another once-over in the mirror and turned back to the girl who was about to hand over her sort-of boyfriend.

“Luna, what if it goes wrong? What if he’s not interested?” Perceptive as always, she pulled him into a hug, reaching up to stroke his head awkwardly.

“What if he is?” she countered simply, and Draco nodded against her shoulder. She had seen straight through to his insecurities and soothed his worries in her own Luna-logical way. They broke apart with a mutually understanding smile, and she escorted him out of Ravenclaw.

“Thank you, Luna,” he whispered before he left. She nodded to him and disappeared back inside the portrait. Draco glanced around furtively and crept quietly back to Slytherin, full of apprehension and a careful hope for tomorrow.

* * * * *

Harry was worried about Luna. She hadn’t seemed interested in doing anything the past few days, and all of his attempts to initiate had been rebuffed in the kindest way possible. She was also spending a lot of time with Draco Malfoy, and if Harry really examined why that bothered him, it was more because he was jealous of HER getting to chat with the blonde Slytherin, more so than the other way around. Sure, at first he had been slightly concerned, but he knew that Luna didn’t have the capability for deception to be cheating on Harry with Draco.

She also knew how he felt about Draco, and she herself had encouraged him to just tell Draco. She seemed confident in how Draco would react, but Harry just couldn’t get over his fear that Draco would either laugh, hex him, reject him, or some combination thereof. He sometimes thought that Draco had something on the tip of his tongue, but then, Harry was pretty sure he was imagining things. At least they were still peaceful, despite Ron and Ginny’s futile attempts to make Draco strike first. Harry was quite proud of the Slytherin for resisting that temptation when, in the past, he would’ve used it as an invitation and then some.

The stress and sexual tension he felt for Draco was starting to get to him, just when Luna apparently seemed to need space. Harry couldn’t figure out any other reason, and he was getting rather desperate. Wanking didn’t satisfy, but thinking of Draco brought more relief than NOT thinking of him.

Luckily he was already seated at the Gryffindor table during breakfast when Luna walked in, wearing her ‘shag me’ orange patent leather mini skirt. Harry’s mouth watered instantly and his cock hardened noticeably under the table. He had just enough presence of mind to appreciate the overall effect of the blue tube top, orange skirt, and white just-below-the-knee boots before he had to look away, lest he blast through the tabletop and splatter the ceiling.

Harry looked anywhere and everywhere other than the Ravenclaw table, and his gaze automatically slid to the Slytherin table where he locked eyes with one Draco Malfoy. For a split second, Harry’s green eyes, burning with desire, were fused with Draco’s smoldering grey ones before the blonde broke eye contact, fumbling for the first piece of food he could get his hands on, trying to pretend that he hadn’t been caught staring. His hands closed around the banana that was innocently sitting in front of his plate, and Draco tried very hard not to blush as he peeled it quickly and shoved the tip into his mouth, happening to glance back at Harry as he did so, and froze.

The Gryffindor was staring at him blatantly, mouth hanging slightly open, and Draco could practically feel the atmosphere around them crackling with intensity and sparks, even though they were across the room from each other. Harry suddenly blinked several times, and his Adams apple bobbed roughly. His cheeks turned scarlet as he looked down at his plate, and then his black head rose sharply to stare at the Weasel and Granger, sitting across from him, in confusion. Draco supposed that they had finally noticed ‘something’ was happening, even if they didn’t know what, and had asked Harry about it. He only hoped the Golden Boy could still think enough with his brain to come up with something, since he was fairly confident Harry’s blood was pooling elsewhere. Draco’s certainly was.

Harry managed to reply sort of coherently to Hermione’s concerned question. His mind was racing with sexual overload. Seeing Luna had helped, but Harry had no idea whatsoever what had possessed Draco to close his lips around a phallic symbol, looking back at Harry as he did, but Harry had never seen anything more erotic in his entire life, including all of his time with Luna. His cock was so hard, it hurt, but he wasn’t sure he could get up and leave the table without everyone seeing. It was quite the predicament. Harry folded his arms on the table, swallowing hard, as he tried to come up with a plan.

His gaze kept straying back to Draco; he watched the blonde nibbling at the banana and practically groaned. After being sexually deprived for nearly a week, the smallest thing turned him on, he realized. Even his former rival innocently eating breakfast. Harry slowly licked his lips as he watched the banana disappear into Draco’s perfect mouth, with his thin, pale pink lips closing around the shaft, his strong jaw muscles pulsing, the way his porcelain, manicured, and wonderfully soft hands held the base. And then there was his throat! Slender, perfectly sculpted, with a slightly visible bob to it, pale—everything about Draco was so delicate and pale—and so exposed…

Harry locked eyes with Draco again as the blonde let his own lust shine through his gaze this time, and the Slytherin very deliberately swallowed the last bit of the banana he had been chewing and licked his lips sensuously. Draco then gave Harry a wink and an arched eyebrow, and he watched Harry’s mouth drop open as his face turned red, and then the Gryffindor gave a weird sort of shudder. Draco saw an involuntary look of shock came over Harry’s face just before he buried it in his hands, shaking his head. He cocked his blonde head, confused, and saw that Weasley was leaning forward and frowning. Granger reached across the table, her fingertips brushing Harry’s forehead, and the Savior of the Wizarding World exploded into action, jumping up from the table, giving it an accidentally violent shove, and left the Great Hall at a dead run.

* * * * *

Harry’s hand very nearly slipped into his pants as Draco continued to eat the banana, since his cock was tighter against his jeans than he’d ever felt it before. It ached fiercely, and Harry was getting desperate for relief. He didn’t miss the hidden message in Draco’s eyes, the swallowing of the banana at precisely that moment, or the way he practically purred as his tongue ghosted over his lips, and Harry caught his groan just before it escaped. Relentlessly, Draco had then had the gall to wink at Harry, and then that damn eyebrow.

Harry supposed that Draco had no idea what kind of affect his perfectly arched eyebrow had on him, but it was enough that Harry’s body spasmed a little as his cock jumped in his pants, unleashing a small flood into Harry’s underwear. Harry covered his face with his hands, unsure of whether he was dreaming that he just had an orgasm, silently, surrounded by every single person who lived at Hogwarts, due to his former nemesis merely eating breakfast. Ron and Hermione had definitely noticed something was off, and they were firing questions at him. Hermione reached across the table, intending to feel Harry’s forehead to see if he needed to go to Madam Pomfrey, but Harry couldn’t take anyone touching him at that moment, unless it was Draco. He pushed away from the table and left before anyone could see his pants or suspect. In a small corner of his mind, he knew that he was wearing robes, but he still needed to get away so that he could get his body and hormones back under control.

As Harry spelled his pants clean in the privacy of his room, he caught sight of Ron’s orange Chudley Cannons poster and groaned. That reminded him of Luna in her orange mini skirt, and Harry realized that he wasn’t being fair to his Ravenclaw friend. She deserved better than a guy who banged her while thinking of someone else, and Harry decided that he’d have to break it off with her and get his head straight. She had told him as much already, and she didn’t seem to mind when his mind wandered while they were in the act. Harry, however, was much too Gryffindor to continue with that now that it slapped him in the face. There was no denying the attraction he felt to Draco, especially in light of the fact that he came without any physical stimulation, just visual. For the time being, however, he was satisfied sexually and able to think more clearly, and he realized he was about to be late for his first class if he didn’t move it!

Author's note--Okay, so I didn't mean to make Draco into QUITE the whiny, insecure little bitch that he might seem to be...I think of him as being insecure but not showing it, and the fact that he looks to Luna for some comfort (maybe kind of like he was with Moaning Myrtle in HBP?) shows how close they've gotten, that he trusts her enough to open up.

I figured Luna for wearing outrageous color combinations, and Draco for being the 'haughty little bitch' who is horrified by anything that doesn't come from [insert name of high-class fashion designer here] *giggle* And I hope you liked the banana scene! I don't know where it came from, but I promise that Luna WILL be changing out of the mini skirt and Draco WILL be in it and getting fucked by Harry in the next chapter!

Cheers, and thanks for the reviews so far! (As always, review if you want...not expected but very much appreciated, nonetheless)