PICTURE PERFECT

Chapter Three


Draco was rushing around in the Room of Requirement, making sure everything was set before Harry was to arrive. He had remembered this room from his fifth year when Harry had held his defense classes in them, and thought it would be perfect. He hoped it wouldn’t freak out Harry too bad when he saw the large four poster bed at the one side. When he was thinking of what he wanted in a room, his thoughts automatically went to Harry and himself tangled up in the sheets, touching . . . kissing . . . licking . . . tasting . . .

He was startled out of his musings when he heard the door open and close behind him. He looked around and almost dropped the tray of charcoal onto the floor. Harry was wearing black leather pants and a black T-shirt that clung to his quidditch toned body. His eyes seemed to be a deeper green against the blackness of his clothes. Over the past year Harry had grown, both in height and in strength, and also had a corrective spell done on his eyes so that he didn’t need the glasses anymore.

“So, do I pass inspection?” Harry smirked as he tried to get the blondes attention.

“Oh . . . yeah, you look great,” Draco replied, flustered.

“So, how should we do this?” Harry asked, looking around the room and smiling to himself when he saw the bed.

“First, I think I’d like you just leaning against the wall . . . maybe crossing your arms against your chest,” Draco said, sitting down on the stool facing his easel. He waited until Harry positioned himself against the wall before picking up his drawing pencil. ‘Merlin . . . he looks good,’ he thought to himself as he did the preliminary outline.

“So, how long do you want me for?” Harry asked, looking at Draco.

‘Forever,’ Draco thought to himself. “If it’s all right with you, I have ideas for about eight to ten pictures,” he replied, not meeting Harry’s gaze. When he did look up, another picture played in his head. He got up and went to Harry.

“Something wrong?” Harry asked.

“No, it’s just . . . maybe lose the shirt,” Draco suggested, standing back. He watched Harry slowly pull the shirt over his head, then licked suddenly dry lips as he hungrily drank in the bronzed, toned skin, the wide shoulders, and the muscled abs. The sun from the window glinted off the gold hoop in Harry’s nipple, making him silently groan to himself as he fought the urge to give it a tug with his teeth.

“Draco,” Harry grinned, “better?”

“Yes,” he answered hoarsely, “much better,” he quietly added as he went back to his easel.


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Draco woke up the next morning, his body still humming from the orgasm he had had before he woke up, the image of Harry underneath him still imprinted in his mind. He reached for his wand and did a quick scourgify spell on himself, then thought back to the previous afternoon. They had spent hours yesterday afternoon, getting to know a little more about each other while Draco’s hands flew busily against the paper. They had agreed to sittings twice during the week, and each day on the weekends, depending on their studies and quidditch schedules. He didn’t know how much he would be able to take, being able to see . . . and touch Harry, as he copied his likeness to paper. His dreams last night was of him peeling those tight leather pants from Harry’s body, tasting the skin as it was revealed to him. He closed his eyes and still saw that image in his mind, and found his hand wandering under the covers, to stroke his Harry induced erection.


Harry woke up in much the same predicament as Draco that morning, his cum cooling on his warm stomach. Just the thought of how Draco looked at him, the way his tongue darted out to lick his lips, made him hard again. He smiled to himself as he pulled out the jeans Draco requested that he wear, then went to take a quick shower. He wanted to see that look of want in the blondes eyes again when he looked at him, and knew what he was planning would do just that.


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Draco stood in the middle of the Room of Requirement, wondering where Harry should be for the next sitting. His mind made up, he went over to the magically enhanced stereo and turned up the music a little, then went to his easel to work on the drawing from the day before.

Harry came in quietly and was surprised to hear Draco listening to muggle music, very loud muggle music, and smiled to himself as he saw Draco nodding his head to ‘Voodoo’ by Godsmack. He came up behind Draco to see the drawing of him in leather almost finished. He waited until Draco’s hand wasn’t anywhere near the paper before making his presence known. “Hello Dray,” he huskily said by his ear.

Draco turned his head sharply, startled by the sudden appearance of Harry behind him. His breathing hitched as he realized how close Harry was to him. ‘Just a little closer,’ he thought to himself, willing Harry to close the distance.

Harry smiled in satisfaction, seeing the interest in Draco’s eyes, then stepped back. “Where do you want me today?” He asked, looking around the room.

Draco sighed, either in relief or frustration, he wasn’t sure. He got up from the stool and walked Harry over to the four poster bed. He looked down to see that Harry was wearing an old, faded pair of jeans and a loose T-shirt. “You need to lose the shirt, shoes and socks,” he instructed as he went over to get a clean sheet of paper ready.

Harry quickly did as asked, then waited for the next instruction. He leaned against the bed post and slid his hands in his pockets until Draco was ready. He was not disappointed to see Draco look at him with that same want he saw yesterday. “So how do you want me?” He asked.

“Actually, just like that is good, but hook your heel at the bottom of the bed frame.” He waited until Harry did as instructed. “I want this picture to look like you just woke up,” he added. He then stepped closer to comb his fingers through Harry’s hair, messing it up even more than usual while grinning. “Better . . . ” he began, then stilled when he saw Harry’s eyes darken with lust.

“Kiss me Dray,” Harry huskily said, leaning towards him more.

Draco’s hands tightened their hold in Harry’s hair and pulled him closer. They both moaned at the contact from their first kiss, Harry pulling Draco closer as he deepened the kiss. After several minutes, Draco reluctantly pulled away from the intoxicating taste of Harry’s lips. “We should get started,” he breathlessly said as he stepped back.

“I thought we already had,” Harry smirked, wanting Draco in his arms again.

Draco couldn’t help returning that smirk, as he shook his head and went to sit down, thankful that he wore a long shirt to cover his obvious arousal. He looked over at Harry and thought the swollen kissed lips just added to the whole picture, and thought a hickie would have been a nice touch also, but refrained from going over to do just that. “All right,” he sighed heavily, “can you please unzip the jeans, letting the boxers show . . . and maybe put your one arm up to hang onto the bed post.”

Harry reached up to hold onto the bedpost with the one hand, closing his eyes as he leaned his head back against the post. His other hand went to the zipper of his jeans and slowly drew it down, and was not disappointed to hear a pencil drop to the stone floor.

Draco watched transfixed as Harry slowly undid his jeans, and grew achingly hard as he noticed that Harry was not wearing boxers. He followed the dusting of dark hair down Harry’s navel, to the darker pubic hair, and silently moaned to himself at the sight. Once the jeans were unzipped most of the way, Harry hooked his thumb in the opening, letting his hand cover his erection, making the jeans ride a bit lower on his hips. “Perfect. Try to stay still for a while,” he softly said. ‘Gods . . . he looks so fuckable,’ he thought as he began to draw.

Harry tried not to think about Draco watching him, drawing him. He tightened his hold on his jean-covered erection and tried to think of anything not related to the blonde that sat so close to him. ‘Hmm . . . Hermione and Ron . . . Hagrid and Filch . . . ohgods . . . disgusting . . . yep . . . down a little,’ he thought to himself, as he kept willing his erection to soften.

After awhile his body was getting a little stiff from his prone position, and the faint sound of pencil against paper became quieter. Harry jumped in surprise when he felt a pair of warm wet lips on his lower stomach. He looked down to see Draco kneeling before him, his lips and tongue moving on the exposed skin at his zipper. “Draco,” he moaned, lowering his foot to the floor, and tangling his fingers in the long blonde hair. He felt warm hands tug the sides of his jeans down, then those same hands moving up his legs to grip his hardened cock. He held his breath as Draco’s tongue flicked against the weeping head. “Gods . . . Dray . . . more,” he moaned.

Draco was only too happy to oblige as he slipped the head of Harry’s cock into his mouth, while his tongue swirled around the engorged head. He continued to tease around the crown with his tongue as his hand started to stroke the length. The hand that was not occupied with Harry’s cock was holding Harry’s hips still as he slowly took him deeper.

“Fuck . . . Draco . . . make me cum,” Harry groaned hoarsely, already close to the edge. “I need . . . ”

Harry’s pleading was cut off from the loud moan he gave as Draco took him deep into his mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of his throat. Draco moaned as he felt his own orgasm building as he quickened his pace on Harry’s cock. He reached down to palm his own cock through his pants as he moved faster, sucking harder on the cock he’s wanted to taste for so long. He thrust his hips forward as he came, his mouth stilling on Harry, the moans vibrating along Harry’s shaft.

Harry thrust into Draco’s mouth when he heard the moan, knowing that Draco came at that very moment. He gripped handfuls of Draco’s hair as he cried out, his cum soon coating the back of the blonde’s throat. He moaned as Draco pulled back, flicking his tongue around the head once more, then pulled him up for a passion-filled kiss, his taste not unpleasant to his tongue. “That . . . felt . . . so . . . good,” he panted against Draco’s lips. “I want to taste you now,” he said as he trailed kisses along his jaw.

“Next time,” Draco grinned, licking his lips. “Right now I need to finish yesterdays drawing then I have a transfiguration assignment I need to do.”

Harry pulled him in for another kiss, then let Draco step away from him. “So, what do you need me to wear for the next sitting?” He asked as he tucked himself back in and zipped up his jeans.

“Nothing,” Draco smirked, “and I promise it will be more comfortable to sit still for the next one.”

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