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Catch Me if You Can	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 35576 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Harry opened up his history book and grinned, finding a note in it.
Draco again.
“My Beloved Harry,
This weekend is a Hogsmeade weekend, and I want to take you out. Wear your best dress robes, and don’t try to ask me where we’re going beforehand, because I shan’t answer you.
Your Mate,
Draco Lucius Malfoy
Head of the Malfoy family”
A date? Harry felt a giddiness rise up inside him at the thought. This time, Draco had planned the date. He wouldn’t question him about it, but that didn’t stop his curiosity. Where in Hogsmeade could they go that required dress robes? ‘Well,’ he thought to himself, ‘I suppose I’ll find out.’
*****
Harry sighed, pushing around some of the bubbles in his bath. He’d tried to get Draco to join him, but the blond was working on homework, and had gently shot down his offer, so Harry was in the bath, alone, pouting over his solitude.
Draco’s voice came through the open door as he sighed—loudly.
Harry ducked under the water for a few moments to wet his hair, then popped back up and blinked in surprise. “Draco?” He asked, as the blond pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside.
“I’m as finished as I’m going to get with thoughts of you in here, all naked and wet and slippery. Figured I’d join you, after all.” Draco said, as he slipped off his trousers.
Harry grinned widely as the Slytherin slid into the tub, grabbing the bottle of shampoo from the rim of the tub where Harry had set it. He raised a brow, then looked around. “Alright, when did you start using my products?” He asked, when he realized that Harry’s were still in the shower area, far from the tub.
Harry flushed. “I like the way it smells.” He explained.
Draco just grinned and shook his head. “Well, that explains why it’s not lasting as long as it used to.” He said in resignation.
Harry grinned at him. “Well, I usually only use it when I’m alone. And that’s not all that often.” He defended.
Draco rolled his eyes. “It’s often enough. And why, when you know it’s wasted on your untamable mane?” He complained.
“It smells like you’re with me. The scent reminds me of you.” Harry told him, leaning in and burying his face in Draco’s hair and inhaling.
Draco chuckled. “Alright, then. You can pay for it once in a while. It’s expensive stuff, you know.” Harry nodded as Draco poured some into his hands and lathered it up, then buried his soapy hands in Harry’s hair, massaging gently. “Trust you to use my expensive products for soppy reasons. ‘Smells like you’re with me,’ indeed!” He teased with a smile on his face.
Harry just leaned into the massage, moaning. “Merlin, Draco, that feels so good!”
Draco carefully shaped Harry’s soapy hair into devil horns, then laughed. “Now, that’s a look for you!” He said smugly.
Harry frowned and conjured a mirror. Then, he snorted and began to chuckle. “Really, Draco, devil horns? Who’s the devious one here?”
Draco raised an eyebrow. “I have no idea what you mean, Love.” He said, then ducked under the water to wet his own hair.
Harry just set the mirror down and rinsed his hair, then shook his head to somewhat dry it just as Draco came back up. “Ack!” The Slytherin cried, holding his hands in front of his face. “Harry!” He snapped.
Harry stopped and laughed. “What? You were already wet, what’s the big deal?” He asked.
Draco looked around, noting that the entire area around the tub was now splattered with water. "Did you have to do that? It’s no wonder your hair’s always a mess, if you treat it like that.” He muttered, reaching for the shampoo.
“Nope, my turn to play with your hair.” Harry said, grabbing the bottle.
Draco scoffed. “My hair’s a bit too long to defy gravity, so you’ll hardly be able to shape it as I did yours, but do as you will.” He allowed.
“I just want an excuse to bury my hands in it.” Harry said, lathering up his hands and doing just that.
Draco sighed in pleasure, closing his eyes as Harry massaged his scalp. “Mm, yes, that feels wonderful.” He purred.
Harry chuckled at the reaction, massaging for a few minutes.
Draco pouted when Harry’s hands left his hair. “Already done? I really like it, you can keep going, if you want.”
Harry snorted. “No, I’m quite done.” He said.
“Fine, then.” Draco said, rinsing his hair. “Stand up on the ledge.” He ordered, picking up the sponge and the bottle of soap he brewed himself. “I suppose teaching you to brew your own would be a disaster, but I’ll try if you insist on using mine. I have to make this myself, you know.” He said in a put-upon tone.
Harry stood on the seat at the edge of the tub, looking down at Draco. “You make it yourself?” He asked in surprise.
Draco poured a small amount onto the sponge, then sighed. “Yes, Potter, I make it myself. It’s my own personal recipe, from third year.” He added a bit smugly.
Harry sighed as the sponge smoothed over his chest and shoulders, then lower, gliding over his cock swiftly, before moving onto Harry’s legs. “Draco.” Harry pouted.
“Nope.” Draco said with no remorse. “We must get clean before we get dirty, Potter. Turn.” He said briskly.
Harry sighed, but turned so that his back was facing Draco. The sponge again moved over his shoulders and back, dipping in between his cheeks, but not lingering, as it moved to glide over the backs of his legs.
“Alright, and rinse.” Draco said in satisfaction. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it all better later.” He promised at Harry’s frustrated face.
Harry sighed and grabbed the sponge out of Draco’s hand. “Your turn. Up.” He ordered.
Draco smirked and stood, revealing that he was already hard.
Harry gulped, but washed Draco just as quickly as Draco had washed him, paying no special attention to any areas that might be begging for it. “Turn.” He ordered when he was done with Draco’s front, and then had to bite his lip. Draco’s arse was very nice, and it was now right in front of his face. He gave in to the urge to lean in and give it a sharp bite.
Draco shrieked, and turned his head. “Did you just bite me?!” He asked in disbelief.
Harry grinned up at him. “Yes, I believe I did.” He said, then began washing Draco’s back as the blond huffed, turning back around.
“Don’t do that again.” Draco said firmly.
Harry just smiled. “Yes, Master, whatever you say, Master.” He teased.
“I’m serious, Harry.” Draco said.
“It was right there, I just had to.” Harry explained as he washed the Slytherin.
Draco huffed. “Next time you want to do that, make sure it’s not in the bath! I could have fallen!” He said.
Harry finished washing him. “I suppose that’s true.” He said. “Rinse.”
Draco got off the ledge and rinsed his body, then grinned. “Biting my arse, eh?” He asked, pushing Harry up against the edge of the tub. “What was the reasoning? Marking me as yours?”
Harry grinned, rubbing himself against Draco. “Would it make you mad if I said yes?” He asked.
Draco closed his eyes and groaned, then leaned in to kiss Harry deeply. “Not a bit.” He whispered against the Gryffindor’s lips. “You’re allowed to be possessive if you want. Merlin knows, I certainly am.”
“Mm, nearly insane with it.” Harry agreed, echoing Draco’s words from after their first date.
“And don’t you forget it.” Draco confirmed. “We should probably get out.” He said, hips rolling against Harry’s.
Harry wrapped a leg around Draco’s waist. “Don’t want to.” He said, throwing his head back.
Draco grabbed him, wrapping the other leg around his waist and pinning the brunette to the edge of the tub, grinding against him. “Fine, then. Right here works, too.”
Harry moaned, as Draco moved against him, their cocks trapped between their bodies as they rocked together. “Merlin, Draco, yes!” He panted.
Draco groaned, laying his head against Harry’s shoulder. “I’m going to come, Harry.” He warned.
Harry just nodded. “Me, too.” He agreed.
Draco reached down with one hand, wrapping it around both their cocks, and Harry shouted, coming hard as Draco moaned his release.
Harry sighed, letting his own legs support him again. “Now we should get out.” He said happily.
“I don’t think I’ve ever come quite that fast.” Draco commented.
Harry grinned. “I think the washing each other might have had something to do with it. We were both pretty worked up already.” He said.
Draco chuckled. “You can work me into a right state just with some of the looks you give me. Saucy little thing that you are, and all.” He said in obvious amusement.
They got out of the tub and grabbed towels, drying each other off in companionable silence. Their eyes, however, were speaking volumes as they roved over each other’s bodies.
“You should grow your hair out.” Draco commented as he dried Harry’s hair the rest of the way.
Harry raised an eyebrow. “You think so? With how messy it is?”
Draco snorted and shook his head. “Actually, added length might just tame it some. And it’s your right, as the Head of an old Pureblood family. It’s traditional.”
“Is that why you started growing yours out?” Harry asked. “But your dad was only in Azkaban until just recently.”
Draco smiled. “I was still the acting Head. Well within my rights to look the part.” He said.
“I think you look sexy with longer hair.” Harry said, throwing the towel aside and wrapping his arms around the blond. “It’s a good look for you. For me, I’m not so sure.”
Draco smirked. “You can try it. If you don’t like it, we can always get it cut.” He pointed out.
“I suppose I could try it out. Why are you so set on it, anyway?” Harry asked.
Draco leaned in and kissed Harry, then raised his head. “I just think it would look good on you. That’s all.”
Harry snorted. “I think I’d look an awful lot like Snape. Except with messier hair.” He said wryly.
Draco made a face, and Harry laughed.
“What? You can see it, can’t you?” Harry asked.
“Hardly. The man is my Godfather, Harry, please don’t put images in my head that should not be there!” Draco said, covering his eyes with one hand. “Merlin, that image is burned into my brain now!”
Harry laughed. “What image?” He asked.
Draco sighed, moving his hand. “Severus naked.” He said, then sighed. “Thank you very much for that.”
Harry doubled over, howling with laughter. “Oh my God, that’s priceless!” He choked out.
Draco rolled his eyes. “I just hope I can get the image out before we go out on Saturday. He’ll be chaperoning us, you know.” He said.
Harry blanched. “What, you mean he’ll be with us?” He asked.
Draco nodded. “Yes. Not at the same table, but at one next to ours. I already made sure the restaurant knows that I’m Courting, they’re used to doing things this way, so don’t worry, it’s not unusual for them. And that’s all I’m going to say about the matter.” He finished with a smirk. “No more hints about our date.”
Harry snorted. “I wasn’t trying to get hints, you prat.” He said.
Draco smiled. “Now, let’s get some homework done. I refuse to let my grades suffer, even if I happen to have an irresistible mate.”
“Fine.” Harry sighed.
*****
“So, my mother wanted me to invite you to the Manor for Christmas. Do you want to come?” Draco asked, setting down his quill and blowing gently on his essay to dry it.
Harry looked up from his book in surprise. “Sure, I guess. I’ll have to owl Mrs. Weasley and tell her I won’t be going there this year, though.” He said.
Draco smiled. “I’m sure she’ll understand. You’re going to be marrying into my family, after all. You should meet all the members of it before that happens. As it stands, that’s just me and Mother.” He said with a shrug. “Besides, it’ll be terribly boring without you. I have to go through Father’s business dealings and decide which ones we’re going to continue and which we’re not. Or, rather, which I’m not. It’s entirely my decision now.” He sighed.
Harry grimaced. “Sounds wild.” He remarked dryly.
“Oh, I’m sure I’ll have ever so much fun with it.” Draco drawled. “On the upside, I’ll get to introduce you to my way of life. You’ll never go back to the Weasleys afterward.” He said smugly.
Harry raised an eyebrow. “Draco, be nice. I like the Weasleys. They’ve never been anything less than welcoming to me. Besides that, I’m pretty much a member of their family, anyway.” He pointed out.
“I suppose you are, aren’t you? Then again, how could anyone not love you?” Draco asked with a smile.
Harry grinned. “It’s impossible! I’m just too cute to not love.”
Draco chuckled. “So we’re going to make my mother fall in love with you too, right?” He asked.
“Of course.” Harry answered.
“Good.” Draco pulled out another roll of parchment and laid it out on the desk. “So, twelve inches on why animate-to-inanimate transfiguration is so tricky, hm?” He tapped the end of his quill against his lips. “I think I need to read something first. There’s a point I’m not too sure about.” He muttered, pulling out his transfiguration book.
Harry just smiled. Draco didn’t talk to himself too much when they had first started going out, but he was getting more comfortable with Harry, and he’d started doing it more over the past few weeks. Harry found it adorable, though he’d never tell the blond in exactly those words. He’d likely end up on the business end of Draco’s wand with the blond reminding him that ‘Malfoys are never adorable.’
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