All I Ever Wanted

DISCLAIMER: Warning! I make no claim to any property of J.K. Rowling's, and am in no way profiting by this. I do offer her my sincerest thanks for allowing us this garden of the mind in which we play. Further Warning! This story...and likely any I ever write...are dominated by gay themes and characters. That's how it is, if this in any way makes you uncomfortable...do not read further.

"All I Ever Wanted" chap. 31 'Clothes Make The Man'


Draco sat nervously in his chair at his and Harry's table, fidgeting every few seconds. The letter lay in the center of the table, taunting him in silence. Harry would be here soon and he could see what kind of final madness would be inflicted on him by his father's status.

Only one of two possibilities could have come to pass. Either Lucius would spend life in Azkaban without parole, or he would be sentenced to the Kiss soon. Given Dumbledore's less than optimistic appraisal of things, it seemed unlikely that Lucius would live out another month.

The Kiss would sap from him everything that moved him and drove him to live and endure. Without hope, memories of happiness, or even a sense of the possibility for reprieve, he would slowly wither away, dying finally as a shell of the man he was.

Thank Merlin that Harry was there for him. Draco knew what he'd most likely have to do. Attend his father's execution as the eldest child and heir is required to do in such a case.

Noblesse oblige, my sweet ass! Lucius had been a bastard to him for so many years, but in spite of it all Draco was still very much the little boy who chattered questions in the gardens of home, utterly entranced by the tall and magical man that was his father. That part of Lucius would never really die for him. Even the events of the last weekend could never change that.

Harry entered quietly and walked straight to Draco's side, pulling up a chair and sitting beside him. Harry took Draco's hand and looked through his eyes and straight into his soul. Draco let himself float like flotsam in those oceans of green, then gave Harry a mournful kiss hello.

"Ready, love? It's going to be okay no matter what...understand?" Harry ran his hand across that downy cheek and pushed back a small lick of out of place hair.

"Yeah, it's time." Draco removed the seal from the envelope and drew the short letter from it quickly. He scanned it in seconds and set it back on the table quietly. "Wednesday. He gets the Kiss on Wednesday." Cold silence hung over them for almost a minute.

Harry took Draco's hand again and this time pulled him into a soft hug. "I'll be there if you want. At least it will be over soon."

Draco didn't cry, he just sighed softly into his lover's chest. He had no tears left, not even for Lucius. He hurt, but it was a hurt he was prepared for, and not a sudden and stinging slap to his heart, like Lucius' last words to him had been.

He wrapped his arms around Harry and just soaked up the nearness of his lover, surrounding himself with the scent and feel of Harry. Like a blanket around him against the cold of reality, Harry kept him warm in the face of inclement emotional weather, and that was more than enough.

Draco had meetings to make in Slytherin in an hour, and Harry had only a modest stack of homework. After a few kisses they split for the while, knowing they'd be together again at lunch.

Draco reached the Slytherin dorms with his calm intact, the bitter knowledge of what was coming carefully stowed away so he could function. At least what greeted him in the common room was cause for a little happiness.

One of the larger couches was completely occupied by a single couple in perfect repose. Blaise and Pansy were in the middle of a semi-public snogfest! Draco bit back a string of sarcastic comments that welled up unbidden, then walked fully into view and coughed politely.

Blaise and Pansy lazily separated and favored him with amused expressions. Blaise spoke up first while Pansy's eyes flickered merrily.

"Really, Draco...given that you and Harry have to be separated with cattle prods and fire hoses it's hard to believe you acting miffed over Pansy and I enjoying each other's company. This whole 'working together' stuff has some interesting side effects. Pansy and I have been talking all week and you might as well know we're actually going to break down and call it dating from here on in."

"I'm not miffed. First...I'm a Malfoy, we don't do 'miffed'. We're either content or leaving a trail of bodies in our wake! Since there are no bodies in my wake, I must be content...and that's all there is to it!" Draco's smile was full of wry amusement.

Pansy lolled about, getting her head comfortable in Blaise's lap, then looked up to Draco, "OOOO...I hear a big fib in there! You have more than two gears...the third is giddy queen and we all know who drives you into that gear!" She cracked herself up and started giggling into Blaise's pant leg.

Blaise looked like he was a volcano holding in an explosion of molten laughter. Draco turned a bright pink right to his ears...then he grabbed a pillow. Things descended downhill from there, as they weren't even restrained enough to keep it amongst themselves. In less than half an hour every pillow in the common room was laid waste to, and over a dozen panting casualties lay chuckling and guffawing around the room.

Eventually they got some actual business done, but the weirdly cheerful energy that was borne of a simple pillow fight seemed to linger about the room. Slytherin really was starting to change. It was slow and horribly awkward, but something very akin to trust was forming among some of the other students. Friendships that ran deeper than mere convenience were beginning to bud like spring flowers after a long hard winter.

Draco reflected on his handiwork and thought, 'This...this thing that I have done is truly good.' A little glow of pride filled him. Not the blind and arrogant pride of the past, but a soft and deeply fulfilling knowledge that he had made people happier and healthier. If hours of lectures and paperwork were what it took to feel this way, well so be it.

Harry finished his modest stack of homework and ditched his robes. It was Saturday and he was done with detention and homework. His boyfriend had just been dealt some bad news, and Harry wanted to make his day a little brighter.

He opened his trunk and sorted through the new clothes Draco had bought him. From this he selected just a few items. Dress shoes that shone like a well polished black car, black socks that were of a quality he had never before known, tailored black slacks that just seemed to fit like no others ever had, a sleek black belt with silver filigree about its ends, and last...a skin tight black turtleneck. It wasn't really a sweater, almost more like a stocking than anything else. It just slid over his arms and chest and seemed to melt onto him.

When he looked in the mirror in the bathroom Harry was pleasantly surprised. He hadn't really noticed before but in these clothes he was FINE! He needed one last touch though. Product! The messy tangle of his hair had to go. It took a bit of fumbling, but one of Draco's gels was just right for slicking his hair back close to his scalp while leaving him a little body.

Feeling dark, sexy and just a little bit sheepish about his sudden vanity, Harry started toward lunch. Wait 'til Draco saw this!

Ron and Hermione were lounging just outside the dining hall catching a brief snog before they entered that highly public room. Their embrace was interrupted when a tall and darkly handsome figure turned the corner and was approaching from the far end of the hall.

"Huh...who's 'at, 'Mione? Don't think I've seem him about before." Ron queried.

Hermione stared hard at the fast approaching young man, then her mouth gaped open, eyes wide, jaw slack...utterly speechless. It was something of a first for her. She got her tongue under control just as Ron was beginning to figure it out. "Sweet Merlin, Ron...that's our Harry!!! Harry! Look at you! I thought you were a Muggle model!"

"Blimey! What's with the get up, mate? Photo shoot on the Riviera in an hour or what? Not sayin' it's bad, just...well, bloody different!" Ron was curious as hell. This didn't look like the Harry of the last six years at all.

"You guys like? Draco got them for me. He had a tough day today. His dad got sentenced to the Kiss. I thought I'd cheer him up a bit. You know, let him see his handiwork an all." Harry posed a bit, not skillfully or campily, but at least he tried to look suave while he showed off the new look.

Hermione uttered a low growl that was very, very out of place coming from her. "Harry, if this doesn't put a smile on Draco's face it means he's dead or under Imperius! Oooo...speak of the devil...don't turn around yet...here he comes."

Draco was coming up the hall from behind Harry and could only make out the figures of Ron and Hermione talking to a tall dark clad stranger. Hermione kept cueing Harry to hold steady until the right moment. "Not yet...just a sec...almost...NOW!"

Harry turned to face Draco just as he was about to say hello to Ron and Hermione. The look on Draco's face was priceless. Shock...awe...raw and naked lust. His mouth opened...then closed...then opened again and closed one last time.

Draco attempted to speak and only a strangled squeak emerged. He began to blush furiously while Harry just smiled wide and basked in his normally glib boyfriend's silence. Then sharp clarity and resolve filled Draco's gaze. Without a word, he grabbed Harry's hand and dragged him back down the hall away from the lunchroom. Harry went along with it and just waved goodbye to Hermione and Ron as he was unceremoniously pulled down the hall.

"Draco...where are we going, love?" Harry asked plaintively.

"Sex...sex now...need sex now!" Draco answered in curt, choppy near monosyllables.

"So...you think you like this look?" Harry smirked.

"No thinking! Not thinking time! 'Specially you! Your blood is needed elsewhere!" Draco was regaining his vocabulary with every step. "You...look...fucking...incredible." They came to the door of a classroom that was generally only used in the morning. Draco yanked him through it and slammed it behind them. Then he almost jumped into Harry's arms and smothered him with kisses. Harry leaned back against the wall, letting Draco's legs wrap around his waist and just concentrated on keeping Draco well kissed and comfortably held.

Draco was insatiable at that moment, the sight of Harry looking so bloody perfect had tipped his mind completely over the edge. Their clothes never really made it all the way off; they just barely managed to fumble Harry's fly open between kisses.

Still held in Harry's arms with one arm around his lover's neck and his legs around that strong waist, Draco managed to reach a hand beneath him to unzip those slacks and slip his hand into Harry's now bulging boxers. He freed that magnificent organ from its prison of cloth and savored the sensation of its velvet soft warmth in his hand. Harry let a soft moan escape between frantic kisses. Then Harry kissed back hard and started to walk toward the desk near them.

With a caution that was admirable under the circumstances, he slowly laid Draco back on the desk and started fumbling with Draco's robes and slacks, and as soon as he got them down enough to get a good look, his erection jerked with excitement when he saw the tight black thong Draco was wearing. The front was little more than a patch of material that only barely contained Draco's weeping stiffness, the back was no more than a string and left nothing to the imagination.

Harry looked just a second longer at the beautiful pink rosebud that was completely un-hidden by that black string...then a crazy hunger he'd never felt before struck him. On a whim, he sat in the chair at the desk and tilted a confused Draco's legs higher, exposing his ass handsomely on the side of the desk. Then Harry ran his tongue along the outer edge of Draco's groin in slow circles, pausing to give tiny, delicate bites along the inner thigh. Draco made a sound almost akin to a sob while his body tensed. Harry was emboldened and slipped his tongue further into the valley of silken flesh that lay between the pale cheeks of his boyfriend's unbearably sexy ass.

With effort, Harry curled his tongue around that black string and pulled it to the left, then pinned it under his thumb, clearing the way to his ultimate goal. Hesitant and yet ravenous, he just brushed the tip of his tongue against that pink whorl. Draco's shuddering hiss and suddenly flexed muscles told him everything he needed to know. He started to just lightly daub his tongue in different spots, quite randomly, but always somewhere along the edge of that twitching and puckered little rose.

Draco shook and raved and wept from these attentions. His hands were clenching the side of the desk with whitened knuckles and his own body was violently demanding satisfaction that Harry just wouldn't give yet. That tongue drove deeper and Draco almost involuntarily found himself pushing to allow it further purchase. When that soft, pink and so generous sponge of flesh finally laved an inner band of muscles, he cried out and started to beg through the tears.

"Harry! PLEEEASE! FortheloveofMerlin! Ahhhh...just FUCK ME!!!! I LOVE YOU! I need you! NOW!"

That devil tongue moved away and Harry stood slowly, licking his palm and reaching down to soak his own quivering and pre-come drenched head with his spit. Without a word he placed himself flush against Draco's achingly hungry bottom and pressed slowly closer.

Draco was nearly crazed with lust and pushed out and back as hard as he could. His neck strained and his back arched on the desk; his teeth were clenched and his eyes were clamped shut as he fed his body the fullness it craved so madly. Despite the lack of proper lubricant, Harry made it halfway in without discomfort, and that was all he really needed.

Draco's legs were over Harry's head, shoes still on, trousers draped across Harry's back. From this position, thanks to the height of the desk, Harry had a perfect angle to work from. Still clothed save for his open fly and fully engorged erection, Harry began short, hard upward thrusts that drove right to Draco's prostate without fail. In minutes, the weeping and twitching bulge still lodged in Draco's thong burst, and darkened the cloth with jets of moisture. Harry had only started.

He held his pace until the body beneath him was a shuddering ruin; until tears of delirium ran down Draco's cheeks, until at last hearing those ecstasy driven cries, and feeling the sudden clenching around his own member that declared yet another orgasm for his partner, he let himself go...and with a few slow and satisfied final thrusts, he spilled the whole of his urgency into the miracle soft warmth of his lover's body.

Harry gently withdrew for Draco's limp and dazed body, then slid his freshly slaked manhood back into his boxers and zipped his pants. He lowered Draco's legs, which then dangled off the desk edge lazily, and stepped around to the side of the desk to look into his lover's glazed and grateful eyes. Draco was silent and breathing shallowly, pupils just tiny pinpricks.

Harry had seen this before and didn't worry. It would take a few minutes, so he busied himself casting a few Cleaning Charms to clear the mess he'd caused his lover to make in that wonderful thong. Then he started slipping Draco's trousers back into place. He'd just gotten them zipped when Draco finally looked directly at him with a weak but heartfelt smile.

Harry couldn't help himself. "So...you're saying you DO like the new outfit on me then, right?", he asked with an arched eyebrow.

Instead of the hexing such temerity should have merited, all Draco could manage in the way of comebacks was a slightly squeaky, "Um-hmm." Then he laid his head back on the desk and giggled while Harry leaned in kiss him.