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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
3,670
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5
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0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Third
Nott came pounding on the connecting door between their rooms while Draco was in the shower.
“Just come in,” Draco shouted, trying to be heard over the spray. He heard the door open, and Nott wandered into the bathroom. The shower curtain was almost transparent, but Draco continued his leisurely shower.
“Did you come home last night?” Nott asked. “You weren’t in your room when I got up this morning.”
“Spent the night out in clubs,” Draco said, tipping his head back to let the gel rinse out of his hair. He picked up the shampoo and poured out a bit, then starting working it into a rich lather. The scent of something spicy rose into the steaming air. “And the early morning with a woman.”
Nott laughed. “So you did find a girl last night. I knew you would.”
Draco leaned out of the shower and looked at Nott incredulously. “Is that why you offered to ask your girl if she had a friend for me?”
“I thought maybe you’d want to go the easy road, that’s all.” Nott sounded defensive. Draco smiled and ducked back under the spray.
“I did take the easy road, Nott.” Draco picked up the soap. “Lots and lots of alcohol.”
“Did she fall for the accent, then?” Nott asked curiously.
“No, actually she was a Brit.”
Nott leaned against the wall. “Fancy that.” Draco reached over his shoulder to lather his back, his muscles stretching. He’d found himself a little bit sore, but the hot water was helping. Now Nott was interested. “Was she hot?” he asked, leaning closer. Draco let the spray hit him in the chest, sending waves of suds down toward the drain.
“You know, Weasel and Potty are in town. Staying in this very hotel.” Nott was slightly taken aback; why was Draco changing the subject?
“Yeah, I saw ‘em at breakfast. Now about this witch…”
“What about her?” Draco’s expression seemed to brook no further questions about it. Nott was confused. Normally they would share their exploits with a certain amount of relish.
As Draco dressed, he reached into the pants pocket of his dirty pants to retrieve his wallet and handkerchief. The former he found, and slipped into a fresh pair. The latter he could not seem to locate. He dug through the other pockets of the cargos, confused. He patted down the breast pocket of his shirt.
“Lost something?” Nott asked, watching him paw through his clothes from the night before. Draco looked distressed.
“My handkerchief,” he said.
“You’ve got a dozen of them,” Nott said, rolling his eyes.
“Yeah, but that one was my favorite.” Draco looked up at him and sighed. “I think I left it in her room.”
“Don’t worry about it, Malfoy. Come on, I got us tickets to tour the United Nations today.”
Draco grumbled and grabbed his second-favorite handkerchief. He sprayed on a little cologne, stepped into his shoes, and followed Nott out into the hotel corridor.
“Just come in,” Draco shouted, trying to be heard over the spray. He heard the door open, and Nott wandered into the bathroom. The shower curtain was almost transparent, but Draco continued his leisurely shower.
“Did you come home last night?” Nott asked. “You weren’t in your room when I got up this morning.”
“Spent the night out in clubs,” Draco said, tipping his head back to let the gel rinse out of his hair. He picked up the shampoo and poured out a bit, then starting working it into a rich lather. The scent of something spicy rose into the steaming air. “And the early morning with a woman.”
Nott laughed. “So you did find a girl last night. I knew you would.”
Draco leaned out of the shower and looked at Nott incredulously. “Is that why you offered to ask your girl if she had a friend for me?”
“I thought maybe you’d want to go the easy road, that’s all.” Nott sounded defensive. Draco smiled and ducked back under the spray.
“I did take the easy road, Nott.” Draco picked up the soap. “Lots and lots of alcohol.”
“Did she fall for the accent, then?” Nott asked curiously.
“No, actually she was a Brit.”
Nott leaned against the wall. “Fancy that.” Draco reached over his shoulder to lather his back, his muscles stretching. He’d found himself a little bit sore, but the hot water was helping. Now Nott was interested. “Was she hot?” he asked, leaning closer. Draco let the spray hit him in the chest, sending waves of suds down toward the drain.
“You know, Weasel and Potty are in town. Staying in this very hotel.” Nott was slightly taken aback; why was Draco changing the subject?
“Yeah, I saw ‘em at breakfast. Now about this witch…”
“What about her?” Draco’s expression seemed to brook no further questions about it. Nott was confused. Normally they would share their exploits with a certain amount of relish.
As Draco dressed, he reached into the pants pocket of his dirty pants to retrieve his wallet and handkerchief. The former he found, and slipped into a fresh pair. The latter he could not seem to locate. He dug through the other pockets of the cargos, confused. He patted down the breast pocket of his shirt.
“Lost something?” Nott asked, watching him paw through his clothes from the night before. Draco looked distressed.
“My handkerchief,” he said.
“You’ve got a dozen of them,” Nott said, rolling his eyes.
“Yeah, but that one was my favorite.” Draco looked up at him and sighed. “I think I left it in her room.”
“Don’t worry about it, Malfoy. Come on, I got us tickets to tour the United Nations today.”
Draco grumbled and grabbed his second-favorite handkerchief. He sprayed on a little cologne, stepped into his shoes, and followed Nott out into the hotel corridor.