Patent Leather Mini Skirt

Author's note--I realize that most of you have probably lost confidence in my word when I say that the story is finished or whatever...it's okay; I lost confidence in myself. But the good news is that finally FINALLY I was able to finish this story!!!

Apparently Santa brought me plot bunnies for Christmas and the motivation to finish what I started and got stuck on. Thank you to those who have read and reviewed and have been (hopefully patiently) waiting for this part.

This is the GOOD stuff (ie the execution of the Plan) and then the two chapters that follow will be loose-end wrapping up and such. I plan to post a chapter a day, so it will be finished in two days. Finally, huh? Geez, took me long enough to finish THIS challenge! (I'm so glad that you've forgiven me, Chrissy! That really helped)

Patent Leather Mini Skirt

By the end of the day, watching Luna sashay around in that orange mini skirt had lit Harry on fire again, even though it was the first time he felt guilty about having a throbbing erection. The whispered breath against the shell of his ear, “Potions classroom…now,” didn’t help matters either, and Harry contemplated not going…for about half a second. He knew he’d have to keep his head on straight and let her down gently, and even a ‘last time’ would be traitorous to the way he felt about Draco, now that he consciously acknowledged it.

Harry arrived in the classroom to find Luna perched on Draco’s normal desk, one leg crossed sexily over the other, a small smile on her face. He walked over to her, and she reached out to pull him into a hug, which he accepted.

“Luna, we need to talk,” he whispered, and she giggled softly.

“Harry, you’re a right gentleman and a wonderful friend,” Luna pushed him back slightly and looked into his eyes lovingly. “It’s good that you’re so aroused, and I hope you have the energy to bend your true love over this desk and fuck his brains out. Stay here and prepare yourself, sexy.” Luna patted his cheek and hopped off the desk, brushing past him, leaving the room.

Harry’s mouth dropped open as he watched her leave. Her words ran through his mind, and his green eyes narrowed in wonder. She did say ‘his’…and there was an air of finality in her words. He had no idea what to say to her when she came back, so he pulled out a chair and sat down to wait, running a nervous hand through his unruly black hair.

* * * * *

Draco waited at the entrance of the Slytherin common room, twitching in apprehension. The door was cracked enough so that Luna didn’t have to know the password to get in, but not so much that Harry would know he was eavesdropping. The paranoid part of Draco kept whispering that Luna had gotten his hopes up and then changed her mind, deciding to keep Harry for herself. He twisted his hands, watching through the sliver in the door, wondering what was keeping her and torturing himself with mental images of them kissing and of Harry either laughing at him or rejecting him for what he was about to do.

Draco was ashamed to admit that he was having second thoughts, and then he thought about this morning at breakfast. He hadn’t really meant to tease Harry with the banana, but once the opportunity presented itself, he just couldn’t resist. He had liked, really liked, the way Harry stared at him, and he had wondered about that little shudder until lunchtime. The Gryffindor’s absence had been noticeable, and the Weasel had stalked over to the Slytherin table, directly across from Draco, and leaned into the blonde’s face, glaring ferociously.

“I don’t know what you did to him this morning at breakfast, Malfoy, but Harry is refusing to eat lunch. I suspect it’s your fault, and I will not hesitate to break your face if I think you’re hexing my best mate. Are we clear?” Ron’s voice was a livid hiss, but Draco rose to face him, grey eyes darkening dangerously.

“I didn’t curse him, Weasley,” Draco injected as much disdain into Ron’s last name as he could. “I don’t do that anymore, if you hadn’t noticed. Because you continue to harass me, however, I consider YOU fair game. If I thought Harry might not find out, I wouldn’t hesitate to use YOU as target practice for Unforgivables. Keep threatening me, and I might anyway. Do I make MYSELF clear?”

It was then that Granger had run over and tugged Ron away with wary glances at Draco, telling him in a not-very-quiet voice that Harry was in the library studying for Potions and that he wouldn’t be happy if he thought Ron was starting something with ‘the Slytherin Prince’. Draco sneered at Ron as he was pulled back to his own table, sitting back down to eat. The blonde didn’t have much of an appetite after that, though, and he finally gave up on trying to eat, leaving the Great Hall. He ran into Luna around the corner, who was leaning against the wall and staring at the top of the hallway wall where it met the ceiling. She glanced at him in surprise, snapping out of her daydream, and her brow furrowed when she saw the fury on his face.

He had vented to her for a few minutes, and she listened without comment, which was refreshing to Draco. It was only after he was winding down that he remembered how close she was to Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. Wait, scratch that. Ginny had stopped speaking to the Ravenclaw after the ‘Hogsmeade incident’ and generally pretended as if Luna didn’t exist. She had been giving Harry looks that were filled with a mixture of loathing and longing, furious at him for leaving her, wanting him back, but knowing that they would probably never be. She gave up on those after a while as well, putting more of her energy into badmouthing Harry and then defending herself when Draco pulled his wand.

“Draco, do you know what you did this morning?” Luna’s question caught him completely off guard and had absolutely nothing to do with his rant. “I saw you; I was watching both of you.” That’s when Draco knew she was talking about the banana thing.

“And what did you see, Luna?”

“I saw two people who want each other so badly that they can barely stand it. I watched him make love to you with his eyes from across the room, and then I saw the way he reacted to you without any type of help whatsoever. You do realize that he’s not prone to quick orgasms, right?”

“Wait, WHAT? Back up, Luna; I don’t understand,” Draco’s jaw dropped.

“This morning, at the breakfast table, Harry had an orgasm. It was small and it was silent—both unusual for him, if you ask me—and it was because of you.”

“Are-are you talking about that little shudder thing he did?” Draco was completely puzzled until he replayed the memory again. Luna nodded sagely.

“I guess I’m really the only one who has ever seen him do that, except for maybe Ginny, but that is neither here nor there,” she took note of the hardness that came into his eyes when Harry’s ex-girlfriend was mentioned.

“So what did you mean when you said ‘Harry isn’t prone to quick orgasms’?” Draco changed the subject, moving closer to her and dropping his voice.

“Just that. In our times together, it takes quite a build-up and a lot of stimulation for his pleasure. Not that I ever minded, of course, but it was quite eye-opening to watch him lose it for you in under five minutes,” she giggled naughtily. “That is why you two belong together; according to the book, Crumple-Horned Snorkacks mate for life, and I think you’ve found yours, Draco.”

Draco blushed, unsure of what to say, other than shaking his head at being compared to a Snorkack.

“It’s a good thing we planned this today,” Luna said absently.

“Why is that?”

“Harry is too Gryffindor to keep up pretenses with me now that he is confronted with how he feels about you. You wouldn’t even need the skirt. You could walk up to him wearing a robe with a Repelling Charm, and he’d still offer to shag you through the mattress,” she said, fingering the hemline of the patent leather mini skirt.

“No, no, we stick to the plan,” Draco said hastily, blanching. Luna reached up and placed her palm on his cheek.

“It will be brilliant,” she agreed, pressing his cheek in a friendly way before turning to leave as other students rounded the corner on their way to afternoon classes.

Draco snapped out of his reverie as Luna slid inside, looking surprisingly cheeky for her. Without a word, she began pulling off her boots. Draco, too, peeled off his trousers, keeping his boxers on for safety, and accepted the change of shoes. He wasn’t a prefect this year, but he still had more clout than any other Slytherin, hence the reason the common room was empty. Any Slytherin wishing to remain inside was in their room with the door firmly shut under penalty of Unforgivables; the rest were about the castle or outside and knew better than to be anywhere near the dungeons until dinner time, which was why Draco wasn’t worried about someone accidentally walking in while they were changing! Draco had offered to keep a change of clothes for her in his book bag, but Luna had shook her head mischievously, informing him that after she gave him her outfit, she planned to wear her school robes and nothing else underneath to go back to Ravenclaw! Draco had never considered going commando, much less starkers, under his robes before, but he had to give her points for bravery and creativity.

She pulled her robe on, fastening it all the way up, and then handed him the skirt and tube top out from underneath. He shimmied into both of them, pulling his boxers out from underneath in the same manner, and she cast the spells again, making his hair longer and giving him slight breasts under the tube top. The last piece was the necklace, which Luna placed over his head with a kind of reverence, and then she unexpectedly pulled him down to kiss him gently on the cheek, as if he were her brother…or sister.

While they were changing, Draco had been too relieved that she had shown up after all to enquire about any goings-on, but as soon as he was dressed, complete with a spin for a final once-over, his butterflies returned.

“Get him to say your name as soon as you can,” Luna advised. “If he thinks you’re me for too long, he’ll want to talk. Let him know it’s you right away.”

Too nervous to say anything, Draco merely nodded and slipped out the door, going back down to the Potions classroom. He was too preoccupied with thoughts of Harry to notice the bright brown eyes that watched his every move from a hidden alcove across the hall in the dungeons.

* * * * *

Harry’s head shot up as the door opened again, but instead of entering like she always did, the stunning blonde struck a pose in the doorway, staring at him with smoldering grey eyes. Harry’s stomach did a back flip as his breath caught in his throat. It was Luna…or was it? She walked into the room as if stalking her prey, and Harry was mesmerized, unable to tear his gaze away. As she got closer, there were little telltale signs that screamed ‘not Luna’, but Harry was much too enthralled to pay attention to anything other than the fact that his cock was responding rather enthusiastically as pale fingers raked through his hair, scratching his scalp just so, and Harry’s eyes closed involuntarily as waves of pleasure soared through him.

Through his narrowed eyes, he could see a flash of orange. Harry’s hand came up abruptly and grabbed the slender wrist. Before she could react, Harry had grabbed her right wrist—the one that was caressing his hair—with his right hand, spun her around completely, and pinned her against the edge of the desk, his massive erection rubbing up against the backside of the mini skirt. She gasped but immediately began grinding her bum against his front, and Harry’s breath became harsh and ragged as they frotted. He felt her slim hips under his hands, writhing and bucking against him, somehow knowing just what would excite him more. He growled unexpectedly, holding her hip in his right hand and grabbing her shoulder with his left, bending her over the desk that belonged to the blonde Slytherin. The mini skirt rode up the backs of her creamy white thighs, almost exposing buttocks, but not quite. He knew that she must’ve had the breath forced out of her when he changed positions, but she came up onto her elbows, tossing her blonde hair as she looked at him over one shoulder, her profile slightly pointier than he remembered Luna’s being.

“Who are you fucking in your fantasies, Harry?” The voice was breathless, just above a whisper. He couldn’t tell if it sounded like Luna or not.

“Wh-what?” he stalled.

“The blonde,” she breathed. “Tell me who he is. Who makes you come harder than you’ve ever come before?” Harry pulled her up roughly, crushing her against his chest as he began to pepper the side of her slender neck with kisses. His hands snaked around her waist, under the tube top to glide provocatively over the stomach muscles that quivered in anticipation.

“Draco,” Harry whispered against her neck. “It’s Draco.” And like the final piece of a puzzle clicking, it fell into place in Harry’s mind. He didn’t really notice as the hair shortened or the breasts receded—since he hadn’t felt ‘her’ up in the first place—but suddenly everything felt right now that he had given voice to his innermost desire. Draco’s body against his—Harry understood now, and he loved the feel of it, even as he tried to make sense of the sensations of a boy’s backside grinding against him in a mini skirt.

“Gods, Harry, I want you too,” Draco whimpered back, loving the sound of his first name on Harry’s lips. Harry’s hands explored Draco’s torso more insistently, sliding up his chest to tweak his nipples under the tube top before he ran them down the front of the skirt, feeling a hardness under the smooth and shiny leather that made Harry shiver, proof of Draco’s assertion.

Harry was torn between holding the boy close to him and bending him over the desk and fucking his brains out. He supposed that Draco would let him know when he was ready to be pounded, so Harry continued nipping and biting at Draco’s exposed neck, shoulder, and all of the skin in between as his hands rubbed as far down the front of Draco’s thighs as he could comfortably reach, sliding back up and over the flared hip bones, caressing the bulge through the skirt.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Harry said breathlessly, pausing only to move his left hand up to remove the beaded necklace that obstructed the back of the blonde’s neck and then take hold of Draco’s hair and bend his head forward so that he could reach the nape of his neck, perfect for receiving kisses and sensual bites that left Draco shuddering and thrusting against Harry’s palm.

“Shit, Harry!” Draco exclaimed quietly, leaning forward and placing his hands on the desk in front of him for balance, even though he still had both feet on the floor. Harry took that as his cue to bend Draco over once more, and then he fumbled for the zipper on his own jeans, pushing them down to his knees, underwear included, as he pulled out his hard and leaking prick, stroking himself from base to tip lazily. A muttered incantation, and there was a generous dollop of lubrication in Harry’s palm, which he spread over his cock and then smeared some on his fingers. Draco felt the fingers probing his entrance under the mini skirt, and he spread his legs as wide as he could, which wasn’t very wide, but Harry adeptly slipped one slick finger into Draco’s virginal passage.

Draco’s heavy breathing was the only sound in the room until he wiggled his arse against the delicious intrusion, causing the patent leather to squeak against the hard surface of the table. Harry began finger-fucking Draco, leaning forward to place love bites along the tops of his shoulders and the back of his neck, sending shivers down Draco’s spine. Harry was ready to stop fooling around, and he pulled the hem up as far as he could, spreading Draco’s arse cheeks and nudging at his entrance with the head of his cock. He pushed slowly until the head of his cock was inside the blonde’s newly stretched rosebud, and he paused, giving Draco time to adjust as he lightly dragged his nails across Draco’s shoulder blades and down the backs of the pale arms, and then he traced lightly down Draco’s spine to the top of his arse, grasping the slender hips again and pushing until his front was flush against Draco’s backside.

Draco convulsed, his upper half wavering back and forth sharply as the pleasure made his head buzz. Harry breathed heavily on Draco’s neck, causing goose pimples to rise along Draco’s pale shoulders, and he waited out the shuddering, loving the boy’s reaction. As soon as Draco paused and inhaled a ragged breath, though, Harry swung into action, bending him over the table again as he began to move back and forth, feeling his cock slide out of Draco about halfway and then plunge back into that tightness. A couple of gyrations later, Harry was battering that sweet spot inside Draco that made his grey eyes pop with surprise and roll closed in gratification. He pressed his cheek harder into the cold desk, grasping the edges for support as Harry pounded him from behind. His cock was rock hard and leaking inside the mini skirt.

The Gryffindor paused suddenly with only the head of his cock inside Draco’s body. The loss of friction made Draco whimper, and he looked over his shoulder as Harry’s hand snaked around his hip to stroke his cock over the patent leather. Harry ran his palm firmly up and down Draco’s shaft, cupping it, and then without warning, slammed hard into Draco and withdrew again. He alternated his manipulations, stroking Draco and then letting his own knuckles smack into the wood of the desk as he gave a hard thrust into Draco’s arse. The blonde was shuddering and gasping again at the change of pace, and Harry smirked. He didn’t want to end it quite yet, though.

“Get up on the desk,” Harry ordered, lust making his voice gruff. He pulled out of Draco completely, giving the exposed pale cheek a light smack. “On your hands and knees.”

Shaken by the unanticipated spank but intrigued about the change of positions, Draco obeyed without a word. Harry licked his lips, watching as the blonde knelt, knees spread and erect cock dangling underneath the hem of the orange mini skirt, and the black haired boy had to admit that the white go-go boots were a complete turn-on as well. While Draco was getting himself into the position Harry requested, Harry went ahead and removed his pants, since they would only be in the way. He walked to the end of the table where Draco’s head was, took his chin gently in his tanned and calloused hand, and lowered his mouth to the thin lips, kissing Draco warmly. His tongue brushed Draco’s sensuously, and Harry poured all of his feelings into that kiss. He felt Draco nip at his bottom lip, and then Draco whispered the sweetest words into Harry’s mouth.

“I love you, Harry.”

“I love you too,” Harry groaned back, pulling back from the kiss to smile at Draco and plant a kiss on his forehead. He walked back around to the other side of the table and slowly spread Draco’s arse cheeks once again. This time, he leaned in and licked the length of Draco’s crack, tonguing the quivering band of muscle. He pointed his tongue, pushing the tip into the blonde’s hole, feeling Draco gasp and clench. He gave the Slytherin a good tongue-fucking, using the tip of his tongue to leave hot trails of saliva inside Draco’s passage, until he was begging.

“Harry, please—please, I can’t stand it any longer. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Please?” Draco tried not to let his voice get whiny, but it was a hard habit to break. He felt Harry withdraw and climb up onto the table behind him. Draco clutched at the desk in anticipation, pale fingers closing around the beaded necklace, which he slipped on, just in case.

Strong hands were on his hips, steady and sure, and then Draco felt Harry’s flesh pressing into him, asking for entrance. Draco sighed as his muscles were gradually stretched, suddenly thrusting his arse backwards and impaling himself halfway onto Harry’s aching cock, making the tanned fingers tighten, and Harry gasped. Losing no time, however, the Gryffindor bucked his own hips forward, burying himself in the blonde all the way, and began to piston his prick back and forth, giving Draco what he asked for.

Draco’s mouth opened as he panted for breath. He loved the rhythm Harry set, hard and fast, and even though he knew he wouldn’t last long at this rate, he was ready. One of Harry’s hands snaked to the necklace, pulling it back until the beads in the front were at Draco’s creamy throat. Draco gasped some more, feeling the sensations of less oxygen stimulate him. He had a fleeting thought of relief that the necklace was charmed to only asphyxiate him to the point of arousal, and if he needed more air, it responded accordingly, no matter how hard the other person was pulling.

He heard Harry’s increased grunting and a whispered assertion that the black-haired boy was going to come, and Draco reached a shaking hand for his own rock hard prick, giving it a couple of strokes and then he was crying out as his cum splashed onto the desk below him, writhing and rocking his hips into Harry, whose back arched impossibly as he jetted his seed into Draco’s arse.

Draco groaned contentedly low in his throat, dropping his sweat-drenched forehead onto his arms as he tried to get his breathing back under control. Harry supported himself with his hands still on Draco’s hips, even though his palms were a bit slippery on the patent leather. He was still firmly pressed against Draco’s bum, and Harry let his chin fall to his chest as he shivered with the aftershocks of his incredible orgasm. He felt like laughing hysterically just to show how happy and high he was from the feelings that were flooding through him, and he reached down, pulling Draco upright by his stomach. Harry wrapped his arms around the lithe blonde, making sure that the pale back was securely against his chest as he nuzzled Draco’s delicate neck, grinning like a fool.


Author's note--I am a horrible, horrible person for making you wonderful reviewers wait for so long for this!!! Thank you to EVERYONE who reviewed!

A couple of brief comments on some reviews: yes, I admit that Samayel's writing influenced me with Luna's characterization in this fic. (He's THE most amazing writer I've ever read...who WOULDN'T be influenced by him?) However, I certainly did not mean or intend to 'plagerize' or in any way steal his characterization of her. I am so sorry that some of you thought I did.

Thank you, Samayel, for your gracious response to those reviewers, and I am so glad you're not angry with me! There is a little bit more of "Luna supporting H/D" conversation in this chapter, but again, I hope it's okay with you.

To those who were begging me to update (and who had to wait "years" for this update), I'm sorry!!! I don't deserve amazing reviewers like you!!! But the good news is that the plot bunnies found me again (or maybe it's the plot penguins, since I got penguin pajamas for Christmas) and I have finally concluded this fic.

I hope that you all have enjoyed this chapter...*cringe* I know, it was getting really campy, cheesy, OOC with the Snorkack stuff...and while I'm not super-happy with it, I also equally couldn't leave it out. If it's too cheesy (if it crosses the cheese line) I'm sorry. I hope that the hot gay teen sex makes up for it. I know people don't enjoy absurd crackfics, and I was trying not to let it get TOO out of hand...*sigh* Well, you win some, you lose some.

At least Draco still has that mini skirt!