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Leather and Lipstick	By : Ashley41430 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 8294 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Leather and Lipstick

Rating: NC-17

Pairings/Characters: H/D

Summary: During the Seventh Year�s party at the Three Broomsticks, Harry, dressed in a black leather mini-skirt, stiletto heels, a tight red tank top, and loads of makeup, comes onto Draco. A trip to the bathroom is necessary for sex.

Author's Notes: Thanks to everyone who reviewed my other two stories, Hatred and Forever. I appreicate it a lot. I'm going to add more to Hatred soon, as long as real life doesn't keep getting in the way. Anyway, on with the story. Let me know what you think of this one if you have a minute, okay? Thanks. :)

Leather and Lipstick

Draco sipped his butterbeer casually, his grey eyes roaming over the other patrons of The Three Broomsticks with little interest. As seventh years, they were granted one late night of partying in Hogsmeade one week before the Leaving Feast, without teacher supervision, as an informal occasion to bring their years at Hogwarts to a close with a bang. It was a tradition that the teachers always pretended not to notice.

The other Slytherins were grinding on the dance floor, managing to make even the raunchiest of dancing look graceful. Draco wasn't keen on joining them, though, at least not while Millicent Bullstrode was in the center of the group. He shuddered at the thought of dancing with her and downed the rest of his butterbeer in one quick gulp, wishing he'd had the pretence to bring some Ogden's Firewhisky since Madam Rosmerta wouldn't give it to him.

He was contemplating going to get another butterbeer when The Unthinkable happened; Harry Potter sat down next to him in his booth, two nearly overflowing Ogden's Firewhiskies in hand.

"You don't look like you're having much fun," Harry commented, pushing one mug towards Draco and keeping the other safely within the confines of his delicate fingers.

Draco's mouth, usually kept firmly closed in a cold and elusive Malfoy Sneer, swung open and he gaped openly. "P-Potter?" he stuttered in a very un-Malfoy-like manner. It wasn't that his seven year enemy just sat down next to him, or that Harry managed to get a firewhisky and he couldn't, or even that Harry was offering him a firewhisky in the first place�it was Harry himself.

Harry looked�hot.

"You should close your mouth unless you plan on using it," Harry said, a light smirk settling over his lips before taking a long swig of firewhisky.

Draco's mouth faltered once more before he managed to pull it closed, and he continued to helplessly stare at Harry. This was not the Harry he'd seen for the past seven years, this was pure sex sitting right beside him. Draco's gaze swept over the kohl-darkened, mascara-enhanced, glasses-free, bright green eyes; the dark red, nearly maroon lips; the usually-messy, now-perfect hair that curled just right at the tips; the lightly flushed cheekbones; the skin tight red tank top�

Draco had never been as hard as he was at that moment in his entire life.

"I've been thinking, Draco," Harry said, purring Draco's name exquisitely, "that we've wasted way too much time fighting with each other." He leaned close to speak, and Draco breathed in Harry's breath, a sweet mre ore of alcohol and cherries, and tried not to look too enraptured.

"Don't you think maybe we should�" Harry paused, as if looking for the right word, and leaned even closer to Draco, snaking his arm around Draco's shoulders and tugging gently at the soft hairs at the nape of Draco's neck before continuing his statement, the first half of which already fled Draco's mind, "�put that behind us?"

Draco tore his eyes away from Harry and quickly gulped down half of his firewhisky, barely even wincing as it burned its way down. "Where�" Draco's words trailed off, and he forced himself to ignore Harry's fingers and focus on what he was trying to say. He managed a half-hearted Malfoy Sneer and asked, "Where are Weasel and the Mudblood?"

Harry smiled, his soft, plump lips turning upward, exposing a few beautifully gleaming teeth in the process. If Draco weren't so besotted at the moment, he would've suspected a Tooth Whitening Charm. "They're coming late," Harry said.

"Won't they be alarmed by your�attire?" Draco asked, trying desperately not to sound as flustered as he felt.

Harry smiled. "No. They've seen me like this before. They know all about it." He paused and Draco's eyes widened almost imperceptibly as the tip of Harry's tongue poked out to lick his lipstick-clad upper lip. "They also know how much I fancy you," Harry said, his voice lowering slightly as he leaned in towards Draco's face.

As Harry's lips inched nearer to Draco's, Draco realized what was going on; Harry Potter, Gryffindor extraordinaire, was seducing him, the sleekest Slytherin of Hogwarts, and he wasn't going to stand for that. He pulled his head back so that Harry couldn't quite reach his lips and put one finger over Harry's pouting, waiting-to-be-kissed lips. He took his other hand and trailed it lightly down Harry's side, a lascivious grin forming as he watched Harry's eyes flutter closed at the light contact. When his hand reached the bottom of Harry's shirt, thought, he froze for a moment when his fingers came in contact with a beautifully soft material: leather. He looked down and noticed that Harry was wearing a tight black leather miniskirt, and he swallowed down the excitement rising in his throat.

"You're quite kinky, aren't you Potter?" he said in a low voice, leaning closer to Harry.

Harry just smiled and breathed a little bit heavier as Draco's fingers trailed all over his skirt, everywhere except where he wanted them to be. Draco glanced around at the other occupants of the pub, and they were all quite engrossed with each other. No one was even giving them a second glance. His grin widening, Draco massaged the bulge in Harry's skirt with the palm of his hand, and Harry's breath hitched.

"Maybe we should go somewhere else," Draco said softly, his words tickling the skin of Harry's cheek as they drifted into his ear. "I don't think ravishing you in the middle of the Three Broomsticks is a very brilliant idea."

Harry tried to keep his excitement concealed and sound suave. "You plan on ravishing me?"

"Isn't that what you wanted?" Draco asked, allowing his finger to drift up underneath the hem of Harry's shirt to slide over his well-defined abdominal muscles.

"Of course," Harry said softly, inching closer to Draco. "Where should we go?"

"Not all the way back to Hogwarts, that's much too far. Maybe the bathroom?" Draco suggested.

Harry laughed slightly. "The bathroom? Do I look like that easy to you?"

Draco swept his eyes over Harry's body, his gaze lingering on the very short leather skirt to the long, hairless legs peeking out of it, and eventually to the black stiletto heels that encompassed his feet. "Yes."

"You're right," Harry said with a grin. He grabbed Draco's hand and tugged, then pulled him through the mass of bodies on the dance floor, ignoring the stares that he collected on his way by.

Once inside the washroom, Draco tugged Harry's hand and pushed him against the wall. With barely restrained ferocity, he covered Harry's lips with his own and pressed their bodies together. Their tongues battled sweetly for a while until Draco needed more, and he tore his mouth away from Harry's and trailed his lips down his collarbone, until he reached his neck, where he sucked quite greedily on the flesh, licking and nipping as Harry groaned and writhed beneath him.

His hands strayed to Harry's skirt. He felt around the waist until he found the zipper hiding in the back. One hand firmly on Harry's waist, he tugged the zipper down, never losing contact with Harry's neck. The skirt fell, and Draco pulled his lips away from Harry's neck to investigate down below. He smirked at the red, lace panties that Harry wore, and smiled at the obviously male parts they hid. Harry made a gorgeous picture at that moment, his lipstick smeared and hair mussed, his red tank top hitched up slightly, his obvious erection straining within his girl's panties, his eyes closed, head back, breath coming in short puffs.

Draco slid his finger underneath Harry's waistband and let his finger trail over the tip of Harry's erection. Harry inhaled sharply. "You like that?" Draco asked softly, swirling his finger gently.

Harry managed a quick nod, and Draco swiftly lowered the underwear, watching as they gathered in a heap on the floor with the previously discarded skirt. He stared at Harry's cock for a moment, his own aching inside his pants, and his mouth watered slightly. He needed to taste Harry.

He pressed his body againarryarry's for a moment, reveling in the feel of Harry's erection pressing against his, even if the fabric of his pants kept them apart, and dropped to his knees, his body sliding against Harry's with beautiful friction as he moved. Harry's hands automatically went for Draco's hair, and he fingered the soft blonde locks gently as Draco's tongue darted out to lick the tip of Harry's cock before blowing gently. Harry shuddered at the cold air against his wet skin, and pulled Draco's head closer.

Draco teased for a moment, tickling with the tip of his tongue all along Ha's e's erection, occasionally nipping very gently with his teeth, before finally swirling his tongue around the head of Harry's cock, then licking along the underside, before taking it into his mouth. Harry's breath hitched audibly, and a loud moan tumbled from his lips. Draco, encouraged by Harry's reaction and well aware that he was a genius at giving head, sucked harder and moved his jaw around, causing Harry to whimper above him.

"Fuck, Draco," Harry moaned when Draco's hand moved to squeeze his balls. Harry shuddered, and his knees buckled momentarily, but Draco kept a strong hand on his waist to keep him from falling. Harry thrust his hips forward as Draco sucked, and he tangled his hands into Draco's hair, his own head fallen backwards, his lips moving to form words that didn't quite mean anything. Every so often a loud, helpless moan would escape and Draco would suck harder, and Harry felt himself moving closer to the edge.

"Draco�I'm gonna�"

Draco sucked encouragingly, and Harry's cock twitched in his mouth until finally Harry came, groaning with the heavy release. Draco swallowed greedily and managed to absentmindedly keep Harry standing with the firm hand around his waist. Harry panted for a few minutes, trying to regain control of himself, as Draco hastily stood up and pushed his tongue inside Harry's mouth before kissing him brusingly hard. Harry put his arms around Draco's neck and pulled him closer, relishing the taste of himself on Draco.

"Maybe I should take care of this," he said, once he tore his lips away from Draco's, bringing one hand down to squeeze Draco's erection. Draco just nodded absently, close to release already just from sucking Harry off; he didn't need much more encouragement.

Harry untangled himself from Draco and pulled up his panties and skirt, pulling the zipper up quickly. Draco watched with unease, unsure if Harry was just going to leave and not take care of his erection like he'd just suggested. Harry, noticing his apprehension, just smiled at him with smeared lipstick and tugged Draco's hand. He pushed him down to the floor, then sat next to him. With perfectly manicured fingernails, Harry unzipped Draco's pants and pulled his cock out of his underwear, pushing both items of clothing down past his hips as Draco moved slightly to allow Harry to do what he wanted.

Harry wrapped his warm, sweaty hand around Draco's cock and flicked his thumb over the tip before moving his hand up and down, pumping steadily. Draco's hips bucked and he was glad for the wall behind him and Harry's idea of sitting down; he surely would've fallen had he been standing up. He briefly wondered how Harry managed to stay standing, especially in those shoes, before his brain turned to mush as Harry's lips descended on his. Harry kissed him brutally as he pumped his cock, jerking him off, and Draco reached out to pull him closer. Harry straddled him, leaving just enough room between them for his hand to reach Draco's cock, and continued to move his hand up and down, moving his lips to Draco's neck and licking and biting as Draco's cock twitched beneath his hand.

It didn't take long to push Draco over the edge, and soon his hoarse voice was moaning and saying Harry's name, and Harry moved his hand even faster until Draco came, emptying himself into Harry's soft, moist hand. Draco breathed harshly and closed his eyes as he regained control of himself, blissfully aware of Harry's lips continuing to suck on his neck, and of Harry carefully pulling his pants back up for him.

Draco opened his eyes wearily, gazing at Harry. Harry looked quite ravished; Draco was satisfied in doing such a good job of said ravishing. Draco was sure he looked much the same, minus the girl's attire. His eyes traveled over Harry's smeared lipstick, and he wondered how much of it was all over his face and neck. Fervently, he wished Harry had sucked him off so he could've seen that gorgeous lipstick all over his cock.

Harry leaned close to Draco and nipped his earlobe. "Thanks," he whispered, his words trailing into Draco's ear, before turning around and standing up, being sure to give Draco a good, long look at his leather-clad arse. Draco watched him as he started to leave before quickly standing up and grabbing Harry's arm.

Harry turned expectantly, a playful smirk resting on his face. "Yes?" he asked.

Draco couldn't help but grin, but he quickly hid it with a sneer. "I'll come back with you," he said, his voice still hoarse from the exertion he'd put on his throat.

"I think I can manage myself," Harry said teasingly.

Draco rolled his eyes. "I'm sure you can. I, however, as Head Boy, have a private room, while you, as a lowly Gryffindor, have a dorm full of horny boys, and I'm sure you would like to pay a visit to my isolated room rather than give them all a show."

Harry raised one perfectly plucked eyebrow and smiled, again exposing his teeth. "Perhaps. But maybe we should clean up before going."

Draco nodded, and began to walk towards the sinks when a hand on his waist stopped him. He turned, gazing at Harry questioningly, and Harry just stepped closer and tugged Draco close to him. "Or we could just get dirty all over again."

aco aco grinned and wondered if he'd get to see Harry's lipstick on his cock after all.

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