Discoveries and Revelations

A/N: To everyone who reviewed this fic, thank you so much for the kind words of encouragement. Seeing what you all wrote pushed me to really start writing more and more. And to those who reviewed my one-shot Draco's Room, thank you as well. Your reviews mean so much to me! As I've mentioned before, first fanfic, so all your comments are really welcomed and appreciated. =)

A/N2: I have to let you guys know (sepecially those who just started reading this), that I started on this when Deathly Hallows wasn't out yet. However, I may reference some details of book 7 in future chapters. As to what they are, I am not sure just yet.

And now...on with the show!!!
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It's been a month since Draco moved into #12 Grimmauld Place, and he had to admit, his stay had so far been bearable, if not pleasant. Sure the other tenants of the house would still glare at him or say some nasty stuff against him, but overall, his stay his stay had been pretty okay. And it was all thanks to Harry.

Somehow, after that little ‘episode’ in their bedroom, Draco and Harry had been a bit more --- civil --- and actually pleasant towards one another. The two of them can now carry a pretty decent conversation, which pleased Draco. At least his stay in that house was not turning out to be the nightmare that he had first expected it to be.

Draco had been spending most of his time at the Black library, poring through book after book. He had heard of the vast variety of books that the library held. It was almost as legendary as Harry Potter's scar was.

At that time, he was in the middle of a particularly large tome that enumerated and explained the benefits of dragon venom when he heard Harry bound noisily into the room.

"I thought I'd find you in here," Harry quipped as he plopped noisily on the chair in front of Draco.

Draco gave him a quick once-over and went back to reading. "Where else would I seclude myself seeing as your friends and surrogate family do not want to see neither skin nor shadow of mine," Draco retorted.

"So you decided to hide here?"

Draco shrugged at the question and buried his nose further into the tome. It reminded Harry of Hermione, but the brunette did not dare say it out loud.

"I like the solitude," was the blonde's short reply.

"Fair enough," Harry mumbled.

He saw Harry peer over the book he was reading and smirk.

"Dragon venom?! How in Merlin's pants can anyone get venom from a dragon without getting burnt to a crisp?" Harry asked aloud after reading the title of the chapter Draco was reading.

Draco gave an exasperated sigh and closed the book with a heavy thud. He was now resigned to the fact that he was not going to get any reading done with Harry hovering around him like this. It was either he talk to the ponce or shoo him away. He decided on the former since Draco knew by now that getting rid of Harry was not as easy as shooing away flies.

"What do you want, Potter?" Draco drawled out, staring the brunette down with his signature death-glare.

Harry grinned at Draco as he stood and tugged at the blonde's arm, "C'mon, we're going shopping! It finally stopped raining after weeks and weeks of waiting. It's high time that you got your own clothes. Besides, I'm tired of having to do my laundry twice as much as usual."

Draco's jaw dropped at Harry's words as he let himself be dragged out of the library like a small child.

"Have you gone mad?! You know very well that I can't prance around Diagon Alley just like that! The Death-Eaters will pounce on me--and you--like lions would fresh meat! And don't even suggest Hogsmeade either! The consequences would still be the same!" Draco protested. He prattled on and on as they went up the stairs and into their room.

Harry started rummaging through his clothes and started throwing clothes at Draco, "Whoever said anything about Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade? Go on and change, you daft little prick! We're going to London...Muggle London," Harry grunted out as he continued going through his clothes to find himself something to wear. He finally found some appropriate ones and started stripping off the clothes he was wearing until he was in nothing but boxers. “I do know that we can’t ‘prance around’ the Wizarding World like that --- as you’ve so eloquently put it --- so we’ll go shop in Muggle London. That way we’ll be barely recognized,” he explained as he started to don on his change of clothes. “Pretty smart, huh?”

Draco could barely get in a word of protest mainly because he was too flabbergasted by the idea of him, a Malfoy, the only heir to the name, title, mansion and riches that went along with the name, walk around Muggle London and--SHOP?! It was an absolutely horrendous idea! He tried to speak but when he turned to start arguing with the raven-haired young man, his jaw dropped a second time. Harry was bending over the bed in only his boxers to pick up a pair of blue jeans and started donning it on. Draco couldn’t help but stare at Harry’s well-toned body, his muscles moving fluidly as he placed one leg after the other into the jeans and started buttoning himself up. He continued watching Harry as he grabbed the green shirt on the bed and started putting it on. He had to admit that he was quite impressed with the way Harry’s thin, scrawny frame had filled out through the years. Harry was now quite muscular, not to mention sexy as hell.

Draco shook his head to get rid of that last thought and grunted.

"Go on and change, Malfoy. We haven't got all day. I'd like to get there and get out before the shoppers start flooding in. And considering how high maintenance you are, it would probably take up more than half the day to finish shopping for your clothes," Harry practically snapped.

Harry's tone of voice and his words caused Draco to whirl around in irritation, a retort ready to leave his lips. The retort fell dead though when he saw the humor in Harry's face and the smirk on his lips as he tucked a beautiful, silver cloak haphazardly inside the messenger bag he obviously intended to bring along on their trip.

The little git was teasing me!

"Fine," Draco muttered in response, and he started stripping slowly and carefully folding each article of clothing he had on and placing them inside the wicker basket in the room that held all their dirty clothes.

It was now Harry's turn to watch. And watch he did. He stared at Draco as he slowly took the black shirt off and started folding it to be placed inside the wicker basket. He watched as Draco exposed inch after inch of his pale, slender body, his lean muscles moving gracefully with his every movement. Finally, he was in his boxers and Harry noticed that it took the blonde a good 20 minutes to take his clothes off.

"Merlin, Malfoy! Does it really take you so long to change?" Harry blurted out in exasperation.

Draco looked over his shoulder and smirked, "Longer actually, since I usually have my wardrobe there to pick out my clothes from."

But Harry was hardly listening to him anymore. The over-the-shoulder look that Draco gave him had his blood rushing to a certain part of his anatomy that he'd rather not think about right at that moment. And the fact that Draco finally faced sideways and he could make out just how well endowed Draco was through the thin boxer shorts that he had lent the blonde was clearly not helping him out at all. He did not want to stare at it, but he can’t seem to avert his eyes. Draco was mesmerizing, to say the least.

Harry was quite surprised he still had enough blood circulating in his system to cause him to blush so hard he could give any Weasley a run for their money. Very surprising indeed considering the very impressive hard on he was now sporting underneath his now tight jeans.

Harry stood up and started walking briskly out of the room. “I need to, er, use the bathroom for a moment. You, uh, you had better be dressed by the time I come back,” he blurted out. He shut the door behind him and ran into the open doorway of the bathroom. He immediately bolted the door shut, cast a locking spell on it and cast silencing spells all over the room.

He was practically out of breath when he was done and he lay his forehead against the cool tiles of the bathroom wall.

If the walls in this bathroom could speak, it would have already tattled on me and told my friends just how many times I’ve wanked myself dry in its confines.

The image of Draco’s almost naked body flashed in his mind once again and he groaned. His hand involuntarily traveled down to cover his straining cock and started rubbing it through the fabric of his jeans.

He could barely feel any friction through his jeans, which caused him to spit out a strained curse as he started fumbling with its buttons.

And I chose today to wear button-fly jeans, of all days!

He finally succeeded in unbuttoning his jeans and shoved it hastily down, together with his boxers. He grabbed his cock unceremoniously and started stroking himself roughly. He stroked and twisted his shaft until finally he shuddered his release. His eyes were screwed shut as he felt the violent orgasm rattle his entire frame. He slowly opened his eyes after he had finally recovered some of his bearings and grimaced at the mess he had caused. Thick rivulets of his come were all over the toilet bowl, although he felt weirdly impressed with himself to see that at least half of his ejaculation did go into the water.

Yay, me…I have nearly perfect aim! He thought darkly. He grabbed his wand, which had clattered on the floor earlier, and cast a cleansing charm all over his mess. He bent down to grab his jeans and pulled them up slowly. When he deemed himself presentable, he took down the charms he cast and walked out the door, hoping against hope that Draco was finally dressed. He didn’t think his cock would be able to take any more manhandling for that day.

He took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom and into his room. He saw Draco lounging on the bed, half-sitting, half-laying on it, reading one of the few Muggle comic books that Harry was able to bring with him. His hair was neatly in place, but Draco seemed to have forgone the slicked-back hairstyle he used to always sport. Harry had to admit, this new look made the blond look so much more---

You have got to stop thinking of Malfoy that way! He’s Malfoy, for crying out loud! Harry reprimanded himself.

Draco gave him a side-long glance and smirked. “Finally! What took you so long?”

Harry grabbed his bag from the bed and faced Draco. “Ready to go?” he asked, smoothly evading the question that the other boy had asked.

Draco flipped the comic book closed and threw it back onto the bedside table on Harry’s side of the bed. He stood and smoothed out some of the wrinkles on his shirt.

Harry gave Draco the once-over this time and smirked at the blond. “My clothes do not fit you well at all!” He blurted out, snickering. When he saw Draco glare at him, he only chuckled harder.

“Is that not one of the reasons why you are going to be buying me clothes, Potter? Stop your incessant sniggering this instant or ---“

“Or what, Malfoy? I have your wand, remember? You can’t hex me, not unless you know wandless magic,” Harry said good-naturedly. “Now, stop your incessant bitching and let’s get going!” He quipped. He took Draco’s arm and gently pulled to get him moving. They went down the stairs and out of the house. Harry pulled Draco to his side and Disapparated them both to Muggle London.
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A/N3: Hoped you all liked this chapter! Read & review! :)