PICTURE PERFECT

Chapter Five


The next few weeks faded into memory. Draco completed a few more drawings of Harry, then took photographs of them to send to his mother. He didn’t want to send the originals unless there was an interest in them. He had Harry model for him several more times during those weeks, poses of him in the shower; wearing just a towel; sitting fully clothed on a window sill (which happened to be one of his favorites); more of him in bed; and various pictures of him undressing. He felt he wanted another element to the drawings, but he needed to talk to Harry about it first.

Early one morning during breakfast he received an owl from his mother, with an additional note attached to that from the muggle publisher.


To Dray,
Your mother has shown us your collection of drawings, and we are interested in presenting them in our magazine. I have also enquired at a local art gallery about placing your work on showcase for upcoming artists. They were interested, especially of your more erotic drawings. Please contact me and we can arrange a time to meet to talk over the details.

Sincerely,
Travis Cline

P.s. You may also owl me if you wish. I am a wizard living in a muggle world, so I know of your secret.



Draco immediately got up and rushed over to the Gryffindor table, letter in hand. “Harry! They like them,” he excitedly said. “They want to showcase my drawings . . . and put more in their magazine.”

“That’s great Draco,” Harry grinned, putting his arm around Draco to pull him onto his lap. “How many more drawings do you think you’ll need?” He asked.

“Not sure,” Draco replied. “Come and help me go through the others,” he said getting up and pulling Harry to his feet.


Once inside Draco’s rooms, Harry pulled Draco fully against him. “I am so proud of you Draco,” he smiled. “Your drawings are amazing and you deserve this chance.”

“Thanks Harry,” Draco said kissing him on cheek. “There is just one thing . . . ”

“What?” Harry smiled at Draco’s sudden nervousness.

“I’d like to do some pictures of a couple,” Draco said.

“Like who?” Harry asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“Like me and you . . . or maybe another couple,” Draco shrugged.

“How would you get us both?”

“Someone could take pictures, then I can draw from that.”

“Wouldn’t that make you nervous?” Harry asked.

“They could use your invisibility cloak . . . or they could be part of the pictures,” Draco quietly replied.

“Who did you have in mind?” Harry asked.

“You know I care very much for you, right?” Draco asked, kneeling between Harry’s open legs.

“Yes, I do,” Harry smiled, bringing his hand up to caress the side of the blondes face. “I care for you too. Nothing we do would change that.”

“Well . . . I was thinking of Blaise,” Draco said uncertainly.

“Okay.”

“Just okay . . . no arguments?”

“Not really,” Harry replied, shrugging his one shoulder. “Blaise seems to be a good guy, and we need to thank him for getting us together anyway.”

“I’ll go get him so we can ask him,” Draco said getting up.

“Right now?” Harry laughed.

“Why not?” Draco smirked. “Be right back.”

Harry waited a very short time before Draco came back in, pulling a grinning Blaise behind him. He smiled in greeting at the other Slytherin, then held Draco’s hand when he sat beside him on the bed. Blaise pulled up a chair and sat across from them. “So, what’s the panic Dray?” Blaise asked.

“Well . . . as you know the editor of the muggle magazine has asked for more pictures, and they are interested in showcasing some of my work in a muggle art gallery,” Draco replied.

“That’s great! You deserve the recognition Draco,” Blaise said.

“I need to draw some more erotic pictures for the gallery . . . ” Draco hesitated, “and I would like to do some pictures with more than one person in them.”

“And?” Blaise asked.

“IwouldlikeyoutoposewithHarry,” Draco rushed.

“Excuse me?” Blaise laughed, not quite catching that.

“What Draco is trying to say, is that he would like you to pose with me,” Harry grinned.

“Like in . . . sexual?” Blaise asked.

“Yes . . . and no,” Draco said. “I don’t want you two to have actual sex. That’s only my privilege,” he smirked, as he linked his fingers through Harry’s.

“When do you want to do this then?” Blaise asked.

“You’ll do it?” Draco asked surprised.

“Well, yeah . . . Harry’s hot. I’ve always wondered what he hides under all those clothes,” Blaise smirked teasingly.

Draco just shook his head amusedly at his friend. “I would like to do this in two or three nights. First with you two, and then some of me and Harry,” he said.

“How would you do that?” Blaise asked.

“I was thinking of maybe having you taking pictures of us,” Draco said looking at Blaise then Harry, “and then I can draw from those.”

“It’s okay with me,” Blaise replied.

“Okay then . . . how about we start this Friday night after supper in the Room of Requirement,” Draco suggested. They all agreed.

After Blaise left Harry and Draco alone in the room, Draco leaned closer to Harry to press his lips to his. “Are you sure about this Harry? Are you okay with it?” Draco asked.

Harry lay back, pulling Draco on top of him. “Yes Dray, I’m okay with it,” he grinned leaning up to place a kiss to the side of Draco’s neck, then nibbled on that sensitive spot by his ear. He smiled against Draco’s neck when the blonde began to thrust against him.

Draco pulled back and moved up to straddle Harry’s thighs, thrusting forwards against him. Harry closed his eyes and arched his neck back as he gripped Draco’s hips, pulling him closer, their erections rubbing together through their jeans. Draco leaned down, his breathing heavy as he nibbled onto the side of Harry’s arched neck, quickening his movements against the writhing man beneath him. He trailed wet kisses up the neck, to his jaw, then moaned when Harry’ lips latched onto his.

“Faster . . . so close,” Harry moaned, as he slipped his warm hands up the back of Draco’s shirt.

“Harry,” Draco panted, bearing down harder and faster. He slid his hand under Harry’s head, tugging on the hair until Harry arched his neck back, then leaned down to nibble and suck on the skin as the spiraling heat built up in his lower body. He thrust forwards once . . . then twice before he moaned out loud against Harry’s neck as he came.

Harry could feel the wetness press against him from Draco at the same time the teeth marked his neck. He gripped Draco’s hips tight against him as he bucked up hard, his cum soon spreading on his lower stomach in his jeans.

Their lower bodies settled as Harry wrapped his arms around Draco’s back, their breathing erratic against the others necks. Draco placed a gentle kiss to the very red hickie on Harry’s neck, then looked down into Harry’s eyes. He brought his hand up to cup the side of Harry’s face, and gave a small smile when Harry leaned into it. His thumb brushed across Harry’s bottom lip, licking his own lips as he watched Harry’s tongue dart out to lick his finger. “Harry . . . I . . . ” he began.

“Draco! I just heard!” Pansy cried out as she burst into the room, interrupting what Draco was about to say. “Oh . . . Merlin, I’m so sorry,” she said, her face flushed pink in seeing what she had interrupted.

“That’s okay Pansy,” Draco huskily said, rolling to Harry’s side facing away from Pansy. He leaned down to give a light kiss to Harry’s lips. “Later,” he whispered, then did a quick cleaning spell on their jeans before getting up.

“Yeah, I was supposed to meet Hermione and Ron in the library anyway. Ron needs help with a muggle study assignment, and asked us to help him with it,” Harry sighed, getting up from the very comfortable place in Draco’s arms.

Draco sat on the bed and watched Harry leave the room, not noticing that Pansy sat beside him. “Anything wrong Drake?” Pansy asked.

“Do you think I rushed things too fast Pans?” Draco asked.

“Not really. You’ve been crushing after him for years. In my opinion it wasn’t fast enough,” she smiled.

“It just seems so . . . unreal,” Draco dreamily said. “I never would have imagined that Harry had feelings for me.”

“Well, most of us are happy for you Drake,” Pansy said. “There’s the few that don’t like the idea of you getting together with Harry, but not as many as you may think. Most of them are just sorry that they didn’t have a chance with you,” she added teasingly.

“Thanks Pansy,” Draco grinned, giving her a brief hug. “I guess I should catch up on some assignments too, maybe work on a couple pictures before I go to bed tonight.”


Harry sat in the library, his thoughts far from the muggle assignment he was supposed to be helping with, but instead on a certain blonde Slytherin, and how he felt in his arms just a short while ago. He was startled out of his thoughts when he felt a kick to his shin. “Ow! What the hell,” he said, glaring across the table.

“Harry, I’ve been trying to get your attention for a few minutes already,” Ron said.

“Sorry, must have been daydreaming,” Harry grinned.

“About Malfoy?” Ron asked.

“Yes, as a matter of fact,” Harry said looking at his friend. “Do you have a problem with us two together Ron?”

“Not really,” Ron shrugged. “It was a surprise when the two of you walked in together in the Great Hall a couple of weeks ago, but I’m getting used to it. It’s still hard for me to understand how you can like the git . . . but it’s your life,” Ron sighed.

“That’s right Ron . . . my life, and he makes me happy. I like being with him. He’s smart . . . sexy . . . talented . . . sexy . . . ” Harry dreamily said.

“You said that already,” Hermione teased.

“Well, he is,” Harry smiled. “His hair is so soft, his skin is always warm, and the way his body trembles when . . . ”

“Enough Harry,” Ron said holding up his hand. “I don’t want to know the details,” he added laughing.

After their laughter died down, the three of them knuckled down and opened their books, Draco never far from Harry’s thoughts.


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