Close Enough

Ch 49 The Pants

Every weekend in January, Harry spent at least one of the days out of the castle with the band; practicing for a big gig for Valentines Day. Draco wasn’t all too happy with this fact; the bond was nearly complete, everything minus the final step, and he didn’t like when his bond mate was far from him. Harry would just laugh and tell him that he worries too much, and everything is fine. Draco was reluctant to believe him, however the bond would inform him if Harry had been not telling him the truth about the situation, so he let it slide.
Whenever Harry would return to the dorm after a long session with the rest of the band, he was always in a spectacular mood. Draco quickly found that Harry was more willing to be experimental with their ‘physical’ relationship when he was in this type of mood; he was amazed when on one such occasion he got the courage to ask Harry about possibly giving him head, amazed when Harry just shrugged, smiled and said why not. That was the day that Draco found out that his mate was a natural in bed; he figured it had to do with the whole sex demon issue.
Being an experienced, sexual, seventeen year old with a very attractive sex demon for a mate who wanted to wait for a more convenient time to finish the bond, was becoming increasingly difficult for the Slytherin-Sex-God. More often than not Draco found all of the small things Harry would do in a day to be such a massive turn on that he started to think that if they didn’t mate soon it would fall off from misuse. Draco could tell, even first thing in the morning when one of these days would be, today was no different.
When Harry woke up he stretched, Draco never knew how such a simple thing could be so sexy, as he watched his mate slowly arch his back off of the mattress, nearly purring from the pleasure this action was giving him. In that moment, Draco knew that today was going to be one of those days. A soft kiss from Harry before he extracted himself from the bed, padding softly across the room, chewing his bottom lip gently as he gathered his clothing for the day and left the room for a shower.
Draco had decided long ago that his mate had no idea how hot the little things he did were. The way he would absentmindedly lick and chew on his bottom lip while he studied; the small nonsexual touches that Harry would present to him at random intervals during the day; the fluid grace that he moved with; his long lean muscles; the way his pants fit so perfectly low around his waist, thighs and ass. Draco decided that Harry knew none of these things, and that just added to his naïve innocence and wildly sexy charm. With a groan, Draco removed himself from bed to get ready for the day; wondering how he was going to survive another five months before he could mate with Harry.

On the Wednesday before Valentines a notice was posted on the board in the entrance hall; VALENTINES DAY DANCE, featured music by The Pack. Draco turned to the black haired youth next to him, scowl present on his face. “You great PRAT why didn’t you tell me?!” he asked looking almost hurt.
“It was a surprise.” Harry shrugged and put his arm gently around Draco. “It wasn’t even for sure until last week, so I figured I should just wait until the board could surprise you.” Harry chuckled, “besides, I have something better for you after the dance to surprise you with.”
“Are we going to bond for Valentines?” Draco asking in an uncharacteristically hopeful tone.
“No.” Harry giggled. “Just a surprise. One I hope you will like.”
“What is it then?” Draco asked sounding disappointed.
“Well it’s a surprise, thus I am not going to tell you.” Harry pulled himself away from Draco, “I’ll catch up with you later… I’ve got to meet Hermione… discuss the plans.” A swift kiss on Draco’s cheek and Harry was gone, bounding down the hall. With a sigh Draco made his way to the great hall for breakfast, wondering if maybe Pansy knew anything about Harry’s surprise, she and Harry had been spending a lot of time together lately.

“Pansy, do you know what Harry is planning for Valentines?” Draco asked as he slid into a seat next to her and Blaise.
“It’s a surprise Draco.” the girl replied simply, continuing eating.
“Then you know?” Draco asked, narrowing his eyes at his friend.
“Yes, I do know.” Pansy finally turned to face him, “And as you well know, I am incredibly good at keeping secrets for people.” She smiled and went back to eating. Draco shifted his gaze toward Blaise, who immediately spoke up.
“Sorry, mate. Can’t help you with that. I have not been told, nor am I likely to be.” the other boy said with an apologetic shrug.
“Well bugger.” Draco muttered under his breath, grabbing few pieces of toast and heading off toward his first class, leaving a chuckling Pansy in his wake.

When Saturday finally arrived, Draco found it difficult to concentrate on anything; mostly because now the band had arrived back at Hogwarts and had taken up residency in the common room to get ready for the dance. He found that he didn’t mind however, because once the band mates had arrived, Harry became a very lively person, who was very fun to be around.
“Cloe!” Harry screamed, running into the common room.
“What HJ?” The purple haired youth asked, smiling.
“Will you help me?” He asked, pointing toward his face. The rest of the band all shook their heads slightly and went back to what they were doing, however Draco sat looking between the two, confusedly.
“You want Cloe to help you with your face?” Draco asked Harry, an eyebrow raised in confusion.
“Um… something like that.” Harry responded shortly as he grabbed the girls hand and pulled her back down the hall with him, as he shot over his shoulder, “I’ll see you at the dance. Meet me by the doors after the show.” And then he disappeared into their room with Cloe.

The Pack was all dressed and ready to leave the dorm, all except Harry. Cord shoved Draco out of the door along with Pansy, Blaise, Justin and Hermione to meet them at the dance later saying, “Go on, there is an opening act before us and we’ll be on soon.” The Pack then turned toward the hallway, yelling for Cloe and Harry to hurry up. Moment’s later Cloe emerged with a huge smile on her face.
“Alright kids, we’ve got the glamour all worked out for the show tonight.” She said with a laugh, pulling Harry from the room and presenting him to the band. “So, how did we do?” she asked, grinning broadly.
“Wow.” “Shit Harry, you’re making me wish I was gay.” “Loki’s right, you look hot man!” Dex, Loki and Lucas all yelled in a garble of words.
“Shit, Har, if I didn’t think of you as my bother, and have a bonded, I would be at your feet begging to get into your pants.” Cord said, stepping forward to hug and kiss Cloe on the cheek.
“See, I told you that you looked great.” Cloe said, ushering the band members out of the common room. “Lets get going, shall we?”
“So… HJ…. How did you get those pants on? I mean, are they painted on or what?” Dex asked, giving Harry a playful shove as they made their way to the great hall.
“Actually, I used magic, thank you very much. I’m not the most powerful wizard since Merlin for nothing you know, now I can put pants on by myself.” Harry finished with a laugh.


I made my way into the Great Hall following reluctantly behind Blaise and Pansy; Granger and Justin had already scampered ahead of us to meet up with some other people that they said would be waiting for them. When we arrived I noticed people mingling around the stage, motioned for Pansy and Blaise to follow me and made our way up to an open area near the front of the stage, I wanted to have a good view.
“The opening act just finished, they will be on soon.” Came a familiar voice from behind me, I turned to find Severus standing there; dressed in his long, trim, black robes.
“Severus. How are you today?” I asked, smiling at the knowledge that Harry will be performing soon.
“I find myself well on this dreadful holiday, and yourself Draco?” Severus asked, his eyes alight with humor.
“I am well.” I answered, winking my godfather, “Excited even.”
“I can imagine. Should be an interesting show.” Severus commented, eyes now sparkling.
“Why do you say that?” I asked, looking curiously at my godfather, “What do you know that I don’t?”
“Well, let me say, I ran into young Mr. Potter on his way here.” Severus smiled, “Should be interesting to see how his fellow students react to his appearance.”
“What are you on about?” I asked, becoming frustrated with his cryptic answers.
“I dare say, that he didn’t want anyone to know who he was, you can imagine the student’s attitude toward him and all. Thus he doesn’t look a hundred percent like himself, and will probably, from his attire, use that to his advantage.” With that the slimy git disappeared back into the crowd, a smile tugging at his lips.
“Bastard.” I mutter, watching him leave.
“It’s time Draco!” Pansy shrieks, next to me.
“Oh Merlin!” I hear Blaise gasp, “Draco…. is that Harry?”
I look up to see The Pack now on stage. Dex with his spiked hair, spinning his drumstix in his hands; Loki strapping on his bass, while Lucas arms his guitar; Cord making her way toward the mic in the center of the stage. On the stage, directly in front of me, stood what I could only assume was Harry, MY Harry, dressed like a Sex God. His hair had green streaks, was cut shorter, still falling around his face, but now the longest part was just past his ears. His eyes were that Hazel green color that they had been at the last show, instead of their usual shocking emerald color. A tight black muscle-T, was paired with an amazing pair of what appeared to be dragonhide pants that fit Harry’s body like a glove; tightly around his slim waist, hips, pert ass, muscled thigh, but flaring slightly from the knee down to his ankles. Finishing the outfit was a pair of black Doc Martins; a thick green leather belt with no less than five chains hanging from it off of loops; matching green leather wrist cuffs about half the length of Harry’s usual gauntlets.
I was finding it difficult to breathe, “Does he have any idea how he looks right now??” I ask out loud without meaning to.
“Yes, in fact he does.” Comes Cloe’s cheerful voice from beside me. “Isn’t it amazing?”
“How did you convince him to leave the room like that?? He’s usually so reserved about his appearance… I mean gods.. look at those pants!” I ramble quickly.
“Yes, the pants are amazing. Made just for his cute little ass… that’s why they fit so well you know… and I didn’t’ have to convince him to leave the room… it was his idea.”
“Really???” I was astonished.
“Yup… something to do with you liking it.. and it being part of your Valentines gift.” Cloe chuckled.
“You know what my gift is?” I asked, still not removing my eyes from Harry.
“You’ve got that right. He’s very nervous, I hope you like it.” She said, gave me a one armed hug, and moved closer to the stage calling for Cords attention.
‘What the hell! Does everyone know except me?’ I ask myself, however soon forgetting about the issue altogether as the show starts.