Fond Memories

Harry was staring at his reflection in the mirror. He was trying on a third pair of trousers- trying to pick the best outfit for the evening they had planned. He had spent most of his life in Dudley's hand-me-downs, so his wardrobe had always left something to be desired. Once he had graduated from Hogwarts and defeated Voldemort, everything else in life seemed to be rather trivial. He spent most of his time outside of work in jeans or sweatpants and a comfy T-shirt. The last pair of trousers he tried on fell to his feet and a smile spread across his face... Ironically, that was how he had gotten involved with his current lover…


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He was sitting outside a pub in Muggle London, trying to drown his boredom. He couldn't do this kind of thing in any magical villages; he was Harry Potter, after all. Harry Potter was supposed to be blissfully happy, without a care in the world. Yeah, right.

"I'm impressed Potter, you look like shite even by muggle standards."

Harry cringed as the sound of the voice hit his ears.

"What the fuck are you doing on this side of town Malfoy?" Harry asked as he looked up at Draco. They had settled their differences after the war, and were polite to each other, of course, but had never become close friends.

"Well, if I was slumming, I'd say I hit the jackpot," Draco replied with a smirk.

"Fuck you, Ferret - I'm gorgeous!" Harry said, laughing a little.

"Not quite," Draco said as he sat down across from Harry. "But there is definitely potential."

Harry raised an eyebrow at this remark, but the fact that he didn't appear offended let Draco know that there was also potential that before the weekend was over he may get the jackpot he really wanted - Harry in his bed.

He had never admitted it to anyone, but he had often dreamt of waking up in a tangle of arms and legs that included Harry. He had been attracted to him since they first met at Hogwarts. Technically, it was all Draco's father's fault. Whenever Lucius would talk about "that bloody brat" that had banished the Dark Lord, the images that had filled Draco's head were of some hideous looking child. With the way his father's face would contort when discussing Harry, a young Draco was convinced that the child must be deformed or something. On his deathbed, he would swear that he fell in love with Harry that first day. This, of course, was why he had been such a temperamental little twit for the seven years they were forced to be near each other. According to his father, he was supposed to hate Harry, but every part of his soul was telling him something completely different.

Draco's train of thought was interrupted when he felt someone pinch his arse. "What the hell? " He jumped and turned to look behind him, but there was no one even near him. As he sat back down, he looked over at Harry who was doing his best to hide his smile as he took a drink of his beer.

"Sorry," he began, "I HATE being ignored." He giggled a little as Draco tried to regain his composure.

"I wasn't ignoring you, you git," Draco replied.

"Then, when were you planning to tell me why you are sitting here?" Harry asked again.

"For the same reason any witch or wizard would be sitting in any Muggle town; I'm bored stiff and tired of socializing with the same people all the time," he replied. "However, I sure as hell can't be seen with you if you are going to be dressed like that! Come on…" Draco stood up and motioned for Harry to follow him. Harry looked at him like he was out of his mind. "What?" Draco asked. "Do you have something better to do this afternoon?"

Harry opened his mouth to argue, but the point was that he didn't have anything better to do. They ended up at the men's clothing store down the street. Draco grabbed several different outfits and shoved Harry into a changing room. He tried on a couple and modeled them for Draco, but none of them really looked all that wonderful.

Harry had just gone back into the dressing room when Draco saw something hanging on a wall that he knew would look great on Harry - more to the point, he was sure Harry's arse would look spectacular in it. He grabbed the appropriate size off the rack in front of the display and went back over to the changing room. He didn't even stop to knock on the door; he just walked in with the new clothes.

When the door opened, Harry jumped and turned to see who was walking into the room. However, Harry had just unbuttoned a pair of pants and had been about to take them off. Now they were wrapped around his ankles as he lay on the floor, face down and arse in the air aimed in Draco's direction.

"Damn, Potter, I have to admit, I am impressed, " Draco began as he walked into the room and shut the door. "I never expected you to be quite this easy." He laughed as he walked closer to Harry.

Harry could hear Draco's footsteps approaching and he quickly turned over on to his back. It wasn't that Harry was opposed to the idea of having sex with Draco; he has secretly fantasised about it for years. Of course, in his dreams "Draco" always went by some other name and had never tried to kill Harry or any of Harry's friends, but his eyes were always the same and Harry would find himself lost in those eyes if he wasn't careful.

"Give me some credit, Potter," Draco said with a smirk on his face as he straddled Harry's torso and used his arms to hold Harry's arms to the floor. "Do you really think I would just come in here and jump your hot arse without so much as a kiss first?" Harry tried to reply, but his mouth was soon covered with Draco's.

The kiss was very tentative at first. Harry could have easily broken away from it, if he had wanted to do so. From there, the kiss grew until it reached a level of passion only rivaled by that which the two of them used to show when they were fighting with each other back at Hogwarts.

Draco let go of Harry's hand a few moments into the kiss. As soon as he did so, they came up to grip the sides of Draco's head, making sure Draco did not break the kiss. Draco's hands moved down to Harry's waist and reached inside his pants -- the only piece of clothing Harry owned that seemed to fit him appropriately. As soon as Draco lifted the waistband, he could feel the heat coming off of Harry's cock. He slid his hand around it and smiled as Harry moaned into his mouth. Slowly, Draco pushed Harry's pants off of his hips and started to move down his body, leaving little bites and kisses from his neck all the way down to his thighs.

Draco made sure to look up and catch Harry's eye before slowly taking the head of his cock into his mouth. He teased Harry for what seemed like forever, flicking his talented tongue around the rim of the head, probing the slit in the tip, then running his tongue along the entire underside, all the way to the base before starting all over again. The whole time he was massaging Harry's balls with his hand…

Harry's mind was racing a mile a minute. Five minutes ago, he couldn't believe that he was shopping with Draco. Now, Draco was about to… MERLIN'S BALLS… Where did he learn to do that?!

Harry ran his fingers through Draco's hair and closed his eyes. He could think about all of this later; right now all he wanted to do was enjoy the feel of Draco's mouth swallowing his cock.

Their first session was cut a bit short as they heard the sales person making small talk with another customer on her way towards their changing room. Hurriedly, Draco got up and straightened himself. He grabbed the new outfit he had brought in with him and tossed it to Harry, then sat down and grabbed a magazine and tried to appear to be off in another world when the saleslady walked in.

"Did you find anything you like, Mr. Potter, Sir?" the lady asked. Harry stammered for a minute, still trying to regain his composure.

"Um, yes," Harry began. He looked over at Draco and saw that it was taking everything he had to keep from busting out laughing. "Stupid git!" he thought. A smile erupted on his face. "Stupid, but talented…"

"Sir?" The lady interrupted Harry's thoughts.

"Oh, yes - sorry about that. I would like to buy this outfit," Harry said as he handed her the last outfit Draco had brought into the room. He had never even really looked at it. She grabbed the outfit and went to ring up the purchase while Harry put his original clothing back on. Draco grimaced at the sight. If anything was to come from this, the first thing he was going to have to do was teach the boy how to dress!


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Harry was brought back to the present when he felt Draco's arms wrap around his waist. He looked up into the full length mirror and saw an evil smirk on Draco's face. Harry turned around in Draco's arms and kissed him tenderly. "What is that smirk for?" Harry asked.

Draco's smirk grew bigger, and he replied, "I was just remembering the first time I saw you with a pair of pants around your ankles…"