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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
21,183
Reviews:
25
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
3
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Chapter III
III"¦
At corner of your lips
As the orbit of your hips
Eclipse
You elevate my soul
---U2
When Draco had said "˜shopping' this was not quite what he expected. Harry, seeing no other choice, followed Draco out into London. He led him through the streets at a fast pace until they were out the front of a rather posh looking store. Harry hesitated at going in but Draco's firm hand on his forearm would have no part of it and Harry was dragged on inside against his better judgment.
Once inside, Draco was swamped by three sales ladies who obviously knew him. They gushed and gurgled, their high voices grating almost immediately on Harry's nerves. Draco seemed to handle it well though, and he kept his hand on Harry's forearm, talking to the women one after the other.
"Master Malfoy!"
A great booming voice echoed through the store. Draco's face actually blossomed into a smile as a man came out from the back. He was tall, his black shirt was open half way down his chest, showing a sprinkling of light hair across his chest. His black pants were the tightest Harry had ever seen another man wear. Those eyes of his were such a dark blue they almost seemed black. Hair was silver and long, flowing silkily behind him as he strode into the room, his arms outstretched. The women's noises ceased and the scuttled from Draco, much too Harry's relief. Draco let go of his arm, opening his own arms as the older man embraced him.
"Julian."
The beautiful man pulled back though his arms were still wrapped around Draco's waist. "Look how you've grown!" He cried, his voice musical, "last time I saw you I swear you were smaller."
Dractualtualiggliggled, making Harry's eyes bulge. This was certainly a side of his nemesis he hadn't seen before.
"You haven't seen me for a few years Julian," Draco teased the older man, his own arms still wrapped around him. The ladies cooed gently and Harry began to feel distinctly out of place.
"I am sorry to hear about your mother, Draco," the silver haired man's voice lowered softly and he pressed his lips to the younger one's forehead. "She was such a beautiful person. How fairs your father?"
"As well as can be expected, and thank you, Julian." He seemed to attempt to shake the dreary mood from his shoulders. "But that is not why I'm here. Julian, this is Harry Potter."
Draco stepped back, indicating to Harry who stood uncomfortably behind him. Julian put his hands on his hips, manicured fingers tapping lightly as he studied Harry like he was an interesting bug.
"You're Harry Potter?"
How on Earth do you answer that voice with out sounding like a fool? "Yes sir."
He had not been prepared for the sudden arms around him. The guy smelt like lavender and lilac and it seemed to hit him full force along with the arms around his waist. "You're the famous Harry Potter! I've heard so much about you from Master Malfoy." Draco gave him a villainous grin, the little shit probably had told *everyone* he knew about him.
When Julian pulled back, his nose crinkled in distaste. "And I can understand why he sent you to me. Who dressed you this morning?"
"Well," Harry couldn't believe this, "they're the only clothes I have that aren't my school ones-"
"We're just going to have to change that," he clicked his fingers. "Ladies!" The women from before, plus a few extra descended on the helpless Harry, tugging at his clothes, talking about colour schemes and styles.
"Can I get you a tea, Draco?" Julian asked, as the young man got comfortable on a couch, picking up a magazine.
"That would be lovely Julian, thank you."
Harry was busy trying to fend off what were now six women, all cooing lightly, tugging at his clothing. One was lifting the sweater over his head and he let it happen, seeing no other choice. Instead he scowled at Draco, who grinned back. His shirt was next. He was grateful that they left his jeans alone, for now anyway.
When the first hand went to remove his glasses, he battered it away. He wasn't going to be blinded. It seemed they all now thought that taking his glasses off was the right thing to do and five pairs of hands reached for them together. The sixth had a pair of scissors and was going for his hair. He made some noise at the back of his throat.
"Ladies."
The sharp bark from Draco caused the six of them too halt. The blonde was staring at them dangerously, grey eyes flashing almost protectively. "The glasses and the hair are to be left alone. You may *brush* his hair, but it's not to be cut or styled in any other way. He's meeting my father, he's not going on television." He then winked at Harry and went back to his magazine.
Harry drew a thankful breath until the women ushered him into the changing room, four sets of clothing shoved into his hands, with strict instructions to try them on and model for them and Draco. Blushing furiously he squirmed out of their hands.
"You owe me big time for this Malfoy!"
The blonde could be heard chuckling lightly and Harry found himself enjoy the rich sound.
~~~~~~
At corner of your lips
As the orbit of your hips
Eclipse
You elevate my soul
---U2
When Draco had said "˜shopping' this was not quite what he expected. Harry, seeing no other choice, followed Draco out into London. He led him through the streets at a fast pace until they were out the front of a rather posh looking store. Harry hesitated at going in but Draco's firm hand on his forearm would have no part of it and Harry was dragged on inside against his better judgment.
Once inside, Draco was swamped by three sales ladies who obviously knew him. They gushed and gurgled, their high voices grating almost immediately on Harry's nerves. Draco seemed to handle it well though, and he kept his hand on Harry's forearm, talking to the women one after the other.
"Master Malfoy!"
A great booming voice echoed through the store. Draco's face actually blossomed into a smile as a man came out from the back. He was tall, his black shirt was open half way down his chest, showing a sprinkling of light hair across his chest. His black pants were the tightest Harry had ever seen another man wear. Those eyes of his were such a dark blue they almost seemed black. Hair was silver and long, flowing silkily behind him as he strode into the room, his arms outstretched. The women's noises ceased and the scuttled from Draco, much too Harry's relief. Draco let go of his arm, opening his own arms as the older man embraced him.
"Julian."
The beautiful man pulled back though his arms were still wrapped around Draco's waist. "Look how you've grown!" He cried, his voice musical, "last time I saw you I swear you were smaller."
Dractualtualiggliggled, making Harry's eyes bulge. This was certainly a side of his nemesis he hadn't seen before.
"You haven't seen me for a few years Julian," Draco teased the older man, his own arms still wrapped around him. The ladies cooed gently and Harry began to feel distinctly out of place.
"I am sorry to hear about your mother, Draco," the silver haired man's voice lowered softly and he pressed his lips to the younger one's forehead. "She was such a beautiful person. How fairs your father?"
"As well as can be expected, and thank you, Julian." He seemed to attempt to shake the dreary mood from his shoulders. "But that is not why I'm here. Julian, this is Harry Potter."
Draco stepped back, indicating to Harry who stood uncomfortably behind him. Julian put his hands on his hips, manicured fingers tapping lightly as he studied Harry like he was an interesting bug.
"You're Harry Potter?"
How on Earth do you answer that voice with out sounding like a fool? "Yes sir."
He had not been prepared for the sudden arms around him. The guy smelt like lavender and lilac and it seemed to hit him full force along with the arms around his waist. "You're the famous Harry Potter! I've heard so much about you from Master Malfoy." Draco gave him a villainous grin, the little shit probably had told *everyone* he knew about him.
When Julian pulled back, his nose crinkled in distaste. "And I can understand why he sent you to me. Who dressed you this morning?"
"Well," Harry couldn't believe this, "they're the only clothes I have that aren't my school ones-"
"We're just going to have to change that," he clicked his fingers. "Ladies!" The women from before, plus a few extra descended on the helpless Harry, tugging at his clothes, talking about colour schemes and styles.
"Can I get you a tea, Draco?" Julian asked, as the young man got comfortable on a couch, picking up a magazine.
"That would be lovely Julian, thank you."
Harry was busy trying to fend off what were now six women, all cooing lightly, tugging at his clothing. One was lifting the sweater over his head and he let it happen, seeing no other choice. Instead he scowled at Draco, who grinned back. His shirt was next. He was grateful that they left his jeans alone, for now anyway.
When the first hand went to remove his glasses, he battered it away. He wasn't going to be blinded. It seemed they all now thought that taking his glasses off was the right thing to do and five pairs of hands reached for them together. The sixth had a pair of scissors and was going for his hair. He made some noise at the back of his throat.
"Ladies."
The sharp bark from Draco caused the six of them too halt. The blonde was staring at them dangerously, grey eyes flashing almost protectively. "The glasses and the hair are to be left alone. You may *brush* his hair, but it's not to be cut or styled in any other way. He's meeting my father, he's not going on television." He then winked at Harry and went back to his magazine.
Harry drew a thankful breath until the women ushered him into the changing room, four sets of clothing shoved into his hands, with strict instructions to try them on and model for them and Draco. Blushing furiously he squirmed out of their hands.
"You owe me big time for this Malfoy!"
The blonde could be heard chuckling lightly and Harry found himself enjoy the rich sound.
~~~~~~