Smokin' Hot

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Draco zipped up his pants and waited for Harry to do the same. They were alone in a classroom on the second floor. All the other people with detentions had long since left.

Harry felt the silence beginning to get awkward, though Draco made no motion that he felt it. He was merely rebuttoning his shirt casually as though they had all the time in the world.

It had been a good round of shagging this time, much more relaxed than the last and Harry was sure it could be attributed to their new arrangement. He was still trying to get used to it.

“Uh, Malfoy?” Harry said awkwardly as Draco finished redressing.

Draco looked at him, a bored glance. “Yes?”

“When… I mean, next time… Are we…”

Draco sighed, annoyed. “Come on, Potter. Snap to it. Don’t stutter. It’s bad form.”

Harry scowled. He was beginning to see why Hermione disliked Draco. After you got to know him, it was clear he wasn’t as perfect as everyone thought.

“Listen, Potter,” Draco said before Harry had a chance to respond. “If we’re going to do this,” he indicated with a wave of his hand and Harry frowned, “there are a few things we need to change.”

“Like what?” Harry asked cautiously, wondering what he meant.

Draco raised an eyebrow, his eyes raking obviously over Harry’s body. “Your clothes for starters.”

Harry couldn’t really argue about that. It wasn’t as if he chose the clothes he wore. Most were hand-me-downs from Dudley, and he should be grateful they gave him clothes at all. If they didn’t, he supposed he would just go naked. Not that that would be a necessarily bad thing.

“You want to change my clothes? But I don’t have any money to—”

Draco scoffed. “Think of it as a favor, Potter. Really, I can’t be seen with you if you aren’t at least going to dress decently.”

“So it’s a favor to you?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Would you rather go around in what you’re wearing now? Or we can just forget this whole thing,” Draco said, secretly hoping Harry might agree to forgetting the agreement. For the life of him, he couldn’t remember why he’d started this in the first place.

He was doing his best to act the pompous, sarcastic jerk most people thought he was. Simply because he tended to sit in the back with Blaise, yet still get excellent grades, didn’t mean he was quite as stuck-up as everyone thought. Yes, he was stuck-up, but not to the degree most people believed.

“No,” Harry said quickly. “I can get new clothes if you want.”

“Good,” Draco said shortly. “I’ll pick you up Saturday early. Be ready. I don’t like to wait.”

Then Draco turned and left Harry alone in the classroom. Harry wondered if Draco was always so demanding. He hadn’t been like this before. Harry wondered what had changed.

Deciding he didn’t really want to think about it, he grabbed his jacket from the floor and slung it over his arm, following Draco’s path out the door.

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The rest of the week seemed to go slowly for Harry, much too slowly for his liking. He was nervous about Saturday, though. He’d never really gone shopping, aside from tagging along with Aunt Petunia and Dudley to shop for things for him, and maybe grocery shopping.

He was a little scared of what this might entail. He had finally broken down on the Thursday before and told Hermione what was going on. She’d been getting far too suspicious and he figured it would be better to tell her than her figure it out herself and berate him for keeping it a secret.

Needless to say, she hadn’t been very happy.

“You do know this is a bad idea, right?”

Harry sighed. “It’s not. Really.”

Hermione gave him a calculating look. “Oh, really?” she asked sarcastically. “So what are you going to do when he’s decided he doesn’t want to fuck anymore? Are you just going to pretend that you didn’t have feelings for him?”

“I don’t,” Harry protested, and she raised a disbelieving eyebrow at him.

“Then why did you agree to this if not to try to change him? You know you can’t change people, Harry.”

“I know. That’s not what this is about.”

“Then what is it about?”

“I just want to see if maybe he’s not as bad as everyone thinks. I just want try to get him to see that maybe we have a shot.”

“So you do care about him,” she accused him.

He rolled his eyes. “That’s not the point.”

“Well, just be careful, Harry. You don’t know why he’s doing this.”

“Hermione, just because you don’t trust him doesn’t mean he’s evil.”

“It should,” she grumbled to herself, and Harry smiled.

“Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing.”

“You better,” she said, giving him a reproachful look. She sighed. “Fine. But I still don’t like him.”

“Fair enough.”

Hermione had agreed to keep quiet and not tell anyone what Harry was doing.

Saturday finally rolled around and Harry was up at the crack of dawn. He tried to stay in his room, knowing that if he went downstairs, the Dursleys would have questions for him. The air had been a bit tight ever since Eva had “broken up” with Dudley. He tended to lash out at Harry as though it was his fault. Petunia and Vernon did nothing to stop this.

At length, Harry just couldn’t take it anymore. He opened his door quietly and crept downstairs, hoping he might be able to grab something to eat and slip out unnoticed. Unfortunately, it wasn’t always that easy.

Vernon and Petunia were already up and in the kitchen. Harry pushed open the door and saw them. He tried to back away but it was too late.

“Boy!”

Harry winced and pushed the door open and went inside. “Yes, uncle Vernon?”

“What are you doing up this early?” Vernon barked, rustling his paper importantly.

“A friend is picking me up. We’re going out.” Harry knew he was treading on thin ice by being as vague as he was.

“A friend, eh?” Vernon said, eyeing him beadily. “Is he one of your kind?”

Harry rolled his eyes, knowing it would infuriate Vernon more. “Yes, he’s one of ‘my kind,’ and he’ll be here soon, so if you don’t mind.” He reached over and grabbed a roll off the table, ignoring Vernon’s indignant sputter.

“Boy, get back here!”

Harry just rolled his eyes and went into the living room. Glancing at his watch, he saw that it was nearly 9:30 AM. He wondered when Draco would get there. He was more than eager to leave his “family.”

Five minutes later at precisely 9:30, the doorbell rang. Harry jumped to answer the door before Petunia or Vernon could get there. Vernon scowled as Harry reached the door before him.

Draco stood on the doorstep, looking completely at ease. He was wearing a nice pair of trousers and a ribbed tee shirt. A pair of designer sunglasses were perched on top of his perfectly mussed hair. A set of car keys dangled in one hand while a cigarette burned in the other.

“Potter,” Draco greeted him. “Ready?”

Harry nodded and was about to step out the door, until Vernon butted in.

“Who are you?” he demanded at Draco.

Draco took a moment, taking a drag of his cigarette while looking Vernon up and down, an expression of dislike on his face. “I’m Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy. I’ll be taking Potter, here, out for the day.” He paused, watching as uncle Vernon’s face rapidly changed colors at the mention of Lucius Malfoy’s name. “Don’t worry,” he added, smirking. “I’ll take very good care of him.”

Uncle Vernon’s face turned another shade of puce at the innuendo and Harry tried not to laugh. He hid his smile and followed Draco out the door to his Mercedes parked on the sidewalk.

He slid in carefully, looking around the interior of the car. He’d never been inside a car this expensive and didn’t want to mess up anything. He watched Draco take a last drag of the cigarette before flicking it carelessly onto the Dursley’s lawn and sliding gracefully into the driver’s seat.

Draco pulled down his sunglasses and started the car smoothly, pulling quickly away from the curb and soon they were out of the neighborhood.

Harry stayed silent as they cruised down a road, houses flicking past until they hit a large main road where other cars zoomed by. He didn’t know what to say, so instead he watched out the window and wondered where they were going.

Draco glanced at Harry, who was staring out the window as the buildings grew larger. His eyes flicked over his body and he thought that Harry desperately needed some help. If he was going to hear his name in rumors with Harry Potter’s, Potter better look like he deserved to be in the conversation.

Ten minutes later, they were pulling onto a long row of expensive-looking shops such as Valentino, Versace, Calvin Cline, Ralph Lauren, and Chanel. Draco took his car to a valet parking lot and left the keys with the valet.

When the car pulled away, he turned to Harry, a smirk on his face. “So, Potter, are you ready?”

Harry glanced nervously down the street filled with high-end shops and their customers carrying multiple bags. He wasn’t sure he fit in and didn’t know where they would ever find clothes he liked.

“Sure,” he answered apprehensively.

Draco just smirked and gave his arm a tug, walking confidently ahead of Harry.

They strolled down the street, Harry peering into the windows while Draco swaggered on ahead. Harry stopped as they walked past a shoe store where the pair in the window cost nearly 40 pounds.

He was staring for several minutes until Draco came back, rolling his eyes, and dragged him away. Draco took him around a corner to a store called Abercrombie & Fitch. Harry eyed the dark entrance to the store cautiously, not quite sure he liked the look of it. He had no choice but to enter, though, when Draco pushed him inside.

“Alright, Potter,” Draco said, coming in behind him and looking around satisfactorily. “We need jeans, shirts, a jacket, and definitely a new watch.”

Harry was too shocked to respond to Draco’s statement. He was overwhelmed by the number of clothes and styles. He simply allowed Draco to pull him through the store, throwing clothes in his arms and occasionally holding up shirt and pants to Harry. He would tilt his head to the side as he assessed the clothes, then nod his head and toss them onto the pile in Harry’s arms.

Harry thought he was going to collapse under the weight of all the clothes when Draco finally pushed him into a dressing room.

“Come on, Potter, we’ve got other places to go,” Draco called through the door.

Harry quickly changed into one of the outfits Draco had picked out. It was a pair of dark blue jeans and a red t-shirt. Harry thought it didn’t look too bad. It was a little on the tighter side, but then again, everything he would try on would fit tighter compared to what he was used to.

He opened the changing room door slowly, feeling a little exposed in the new clothes. Draco watched him come out with a satisfied smirk on his face.

“Well, well, Potter,” he drawled. “Don’t you clean up nice?”

Harry glanced down, noticing how the jeans fit tighter around his hips and thighs then opened up nearer to the ground. He was used to jeans just hanging off his body, not because it was stylish, but because they were so big even a belt did little to help.

Draco moved forward, his eyes fixed on Harry’s. When he was just a few inches away, he glanced down at Harry’s waist where his hands were pulling down the shirt lightly. His eyes flicked back to Harry’s, glittering mischievously.

“Fits nice, doesn’t it?” he asked quietly.

“Y-yeah,” Harry stuttered, noticing how close Draco was; close enough to kiss him.

He didn’t, though. Instead, he grabbed Harry’s hips and swung him around, pushing him back into the changing room and swinging the door shut behind him. “Next outfit.”

Harry was left momentarily stunned by his action. He shook himself out of it quickly and changed again. They went through a similar process for the next couple outfits. Draco would inspect it and seemingly make a decision, then send Harry to try another.

Finally, he had narrowed it down to a few different styles of jeans and shirts. After they paid and walked out of the first store, Draco turned to Harry, who was weighed down by several bags.

“You still need a jacket and new shoes,” he said with an obvious glance downward.

Harry didn’t argue, only struggled after Draco as they walked back to the main street and to one of the more expensive stores.

Inside, a pleasant woman took Harry’s bags and Draco’s jacket. Draco led the way through the large store to the men’s section.

Draco stopped at a row of coats and pulled out a few. He threw one to Harry, indicating he should put it on. It was a dark brown jacket with some kind of black lining. Harry didn’t think it looked particularly good.

After he slipped it on, Draco made a disgusted face. “Take it off,” he ordered him. He grabbed it from Harry and put it back on the rack.

After a few such jackets, all having been rejected by Draco, Harry was handed a nice black leather jacket.

When it was on, Draco stepped back. “Not bad,” he murmured to himself. He reached for the edge of the jacket, tugging it straight. “Come here, Potter.”

He led Harry back to the dressing rooms where there was a full-length mirror. He turned Harry to face it and stood behind him. Looking at his reflection, Harry saw that Draco was just about an inch taller than himself. He found himself leaning into Draco’s light touch on his waist.

Draco’s gaze was light on Harry’s eyes in the mirror, but his touch was becoming less and less subtle. He slid his hands under the jacket and pushed it off Harry’s shoulders.

“Looks good,” he murmured in Harry’s ear, his eyes never leaving Harry’s. The jacket fell to the floor slowly but Harry didn’t notice.

All of a sudden, Harry was pushed forcefully to the side. He stumbled back and fell against a wall. He looked up in time to see the changing room door swing shut and he heard the lock click.

His shoulders were pushed back against the wall forcefully and he felt hot breath on his neck.

“Uh, Malfoy?” he asked uncertainly.

“Shut up, Potter.” He heard a whisper in his ear and his senses took over.

His eyes drifted closed as he felt Draco’s tongue running over his neck. He gave a quiet groan as Draco’s wicked tongue flicked over his earlobe, drawing it into his mouth using his teeth. He was punished for his noise with a sharp bite to the lobe.

Harry hissed at the momentary pain but knew Draco had a point. They were in a public changing room in a very high class shop. They would do best not to be caught. Harry could only begin to imagine how he would explain it to the Dursleys.

All thoughts of the Dursleys were gone, though, as soon as Harry felt Draco’s hands unzipping his jeans and sliding underneath them and under his boxers. He gasped quietly as Draco’s hands wrapped around his already hard cock.

He felt another warning nip on his neck for the noise, but didn’t care. He wanted to groan, curse, moan Draco’s name but knew it would be a very bad idea.

He wished he could kiss Draco, but he’d learned that that wasn’t a very good idea either. Ever since that first meeting, Draco had not allowed Harry any kind of kiss on the mouth. Harry wondered if it was a way of distancing himself.

“Draco,” Harry whispered, his breath catching when Draco’s hand gave a particularly tight squeeze of his cock.

Draco smirked at Harry, knowing what Harry was asking. He slid his hand tantalizingly up Harry’s leaking cock, spreading the pre-cum further.

He quickly removed his hand, ignoring the whimper from Harry, and pushed down Harry’s over-sized jeans. He watched with satisfaction as Harry’s eyes were glued to his hands as he removed his own jeans.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom and a small tube of lube. He saw Harry staring at him incredulously and he leaned in close.

“You didn’t think I’m not used to this. Just what did you think fuck-buddies entailed?” he drawled in Harry’s ear, and Harry could practically hear the smirk.

Harry wasn’t complaining a few moments later when Draco pushed smoothly inside his body with a minimal amount of pain. His legs were wrapped around Draco’s waist, and his weight supported by Draco’s legs.

His fingers gripped Draco’s shoulders tightly and his eyes were screwed shut. “Please,” he whispered, so close already. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold on before losing it.

Draco pulled out his cock before sliding it back in, shooting a jolt of electricity through Harry’s body. He felt Harry’s grip tighten on his shoulders and knew he would have marks there later. The thought simply thrilled him even more.

He had thought that sex in a public place would have been too much for Potter, but it didn’t seem to bother him. He, of course, found sex in public interesting and much more fun than usual. He’d just been hoping that maybe Potter would be scared and break off the arrangement.

He thrust into Harry harder, shoving him back against the thin walls of the changing room. He could feel Harry’s hot, panting breath on his shoulder. His hand grabbed Harry’s hip, hoisting him up to keep him in the right position as he slammed back into his body.

Harry was biting his lip so hard it hurt as he tried desperately not to make any noise. He gasped suddenly as Draco thrust into him again. He leaned forward, licking Draco’s neck and nibbling at the pale skin.

He threw his head back, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth as he felt his climax explode with another thrust from Draco, his hot cock sliding back into his body.

Draco felt Harry’s muscles squeeze tighter around his cock as Harry came. He heard small, barely stifled moans from the raven-haired boy. Draco felt the warm come staining his torso as Harry came hard.

“Fuck,” he cursed softly as he felt Harry’s muscles contract and knew he couldn’t hold on.

Moments later, he was coming, filling the condom. He continued thrusting as the feeling washed over him. His breathing was hard when he finally came down from his climax.

He pulled his softening cock from Harry’s body, noticing the small wince that came along with it. He leaned in, running a finger over Harry’s sweaty jaw line. His eyes were dancing and a smirk was growing on his face.

“I think we’ll take the jacket,” he said quietly, flicking his tongue over Harry’s jaw.

Harry was left speechless as Draco pulled up his own pants and stepped elegantly out of the dressing room, leaving Harry to clean himself up.


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A/N: Well, here's another chapter! Please review!