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Green	By : Kirkasstone Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3970 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclamer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

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Harry couldn't believe it. Ron had agreed to another rematch with Draco, 'to prove I'm really better than him', and had come so very close to winning, and then lost.

Harry's disbelief didn't stem from the fact Ron had lost, no, he'd been expecting that ever since Ron had named the game and Draco had smirked, his disbelief stemmed from the fact Ron's poorly worded prize stood, and Draco had once again chosen him.

Harry shook his head and walked down to the dungeons as they had arranged. He gave Draco's door guardian the password he'd only had for three days, and went in.

He immediately noticed that the room was devoid of Draco, and wondered where he was. He toed off his shoes, then his outer robe and his tie swiftly followed. The couch that Draco had kept around for the last week was absent, and the only place for him to sit and wait was the bed.

He sat for a while with his legs crossed, reading through the assigned chapters of The History of Magic, out of Draco's copy of the text.

Harry had almost reached an account of the Battle of Hastings from a wizarding point of view, when he yawned. He hadn't realised quite how tired he was, the Gryffindor quidditch team practice on top of nearly sleepless nights were wearing down on him. He decided to lie down and doze until Draco arrived. He fell asleep with the scent of his lover wrapped around him.

*

Harry awoke when there was a light shake on his shoulder. He opened his eyes to find Draco sitting next to him on the bed, smiling at him. Harry smiled back.

"I'm sorry I took so long; Professor Snape stopped me in that hall to discuss my 'unwise and dreadful taste in boyfriends'," Draco said, rolling his eyes. "I think he might have seen us the other night when we were kissing in the hallway," he added thoughtfully.

Harry made a face. "What did you tell him?"

"Well, I let him get what he wanted to say out of his system, then told him that it was none of his business who I go out with," Draco said, chuckling at the memory of Professor Snape's expression when he'd said that. Still smiling, he leaned towards Harry as if to kiss him, "Let's get this done so that I can get on with snogging you senseless."

Harry smiled. "I'm sorry I was asleep when you got here. I hadn't meant to do more than doze lightly... I guess I needed sleep more than I'd thought."

Draco smiled sweetly, and pressed a kiss to his lips. "It was fun to watch you sleep; you look cute when you sleep."

"Only when I'm asleep," Harry said, a blush spreading over his face.

Draco shook his head. "No, all the time. It's just more noticeable when you're asleep; you relax completely," Draco told him, brushing a hair out of Harry's face. He rested his hand against Harry's face for a moment then extended a hand to help Harry sit up.

"And just what are we doing today?" Harry said linking his hands and stretching them above his head.

"Today, we are going to put make-up on you," Draco told him, and then dissolved into snickers at the look on Harry's face.

"Aww, Draco, why make-up?" Harry whined.

"Because thanks to your best mate, I had to wear a skirt," Draco said and Harry decided that it was time to break out the puppy-dog eyes and pouty lips.

"That is not going to work, Potter. Tuck that lip back in and buck up," Draco told him.

Harry sighed. He soon forgot to be annoyed as he watched Draco stretch over the bed, his shirt was untucked and as he reached out to grab a wooden box from his bedside table a sliver of flat, pale stomach showed.

"I borrowed this from Pansy," he said as he flipped open the lid and placed the box beside him.

"What's all that?" Harry asked peering in.

"Well, I borrowed it from Pansy, and I'm going to be putting make-up on you; what do you think it is?" Draco asked him.

Harry frowned. "She doesn't know why you borrowed it, does she?"

"Of course she does."

"I really have to have her make-up on my face?" Harry said, nose wrinkling in disgust.

Draco frowned, "Yes, you do. And watch what you say; Pansy is one of my closest friends."

"I'm sorry, it's just that we've never liked each other," Harry said, giving Draco an apologetic kiss.

"It's all right, just remember that," Draco said, and started digging through the contents of the box with one hand.

Harry bit his lip. "You aren't going to make me look like... a whore or anything, are you?" he asked after a second as Draco held up a few pencils from the box and scrutinized them.

"Fuck, Harry, do you think I have absolutely no taste?" Draco said amused. Harry stuck his tongue out then grinned.

Draco put the pencils back in the box and pulled Harry around so that they were sat in the middle of the bed facing each other.

"This is not going to be good," Harry murmured.

"Suck it up Harry, it'll be fine!" Draco told him.

Harry frowned, but then Draco was cupping his face, looking him over intently.

"Hmm," he said, and moved one hand away, picking up one of the pencils again. "Close your eyes, Harry."

Harry did, and felt his glasses be slipped off of his face, heard the metal and glass click as they were folded and set to one side, then Draco's right hand was back holding his face while the pencil was dragged over his eyelids right next to his lashes, with the warning, "Stay still, Harry, I don't want to mess this up."

When both eyelids had been done, and he heard the pencil being set down in the box, he started to open his eyes.

"Hold on, I'm not finished yet," Draco said.

Harry heard more clinking and clanking as Draco returned to rummaging through Pansy's make-up box. Draco's hand moved off of his face again briefly and Harry heard a popping sound. When it was back Harry felt what he decided must be one of Draco's finger's brushing something rough over his eyelids. He couldn't decide if the rough-textured stuff was uncomfortable or merely irritating.

"Now open your eyes, Harry," Draco commanded.

Harry opened his eyes and watched Draco examine his work so far.

"Yes, I think so," Draco said, apparently to himself. "Open your eyes wide, Harry, and look up. Don't flinch and try not to close your eyes while I'm working on them, all right?"

Harry nodded, wondering what Draco was planning to do if it might make him flinch of all things.

Harry gave Draco a confused look when he picked up the pencil again. "Don't look at me like that, and do what I said!"

Harry sighed and looked up.

He understood what Draco had meant about flinching when the pencil was put against his lower eyelid, on the eye-side of his lashes. He managed not to move, but was greatly relieved when the pencil was moved to beneath his lash line. Next Draco took a tube that was filled with black goop, dipped a round, spiky brush that looked like a bit like a miniature bottle-brush in, and stroked the black fluid over his eyelashes, both top and bottom.

Harry blinked rapidly as Draco put the tube of black fluid back in Pansy's box. The stuff made his lashes feel heavy and almost as if they would stick together if he closed his eyes for any length of time. His eyes felt funny, as if they were near stinging, felt itchy where the pencil had been. Did girls really go through all this regularly?

The next thing item pulled out of the box was a pinky-brown tub, and since Draco pulled out a fluffy looking brush at the same time, Harry figured that it was blusher.

He watched as Draco twisted the top off of the tub and dipped the very end of the brush in then tapped it several times to make sure the brush didn't have too much on it.

"Where did you learn to do all this?" Harry asked.

Draco answered as he gently stroked the brush over his cheeks, watching the movement of the brush closely, but his gaze strayed to Harry's eyes several times.

"When I was little my mum let me watch her put her make-up on when she was getting dressed up to go out. It was nice." Draco paused and chuckled, "I get subjected to Pansy moaning on about how the younger girls get it wrong too, and in with her complaints she gives good tips. There, done. With the blusher anyway. Lip gloss next!"

Draco carefully put the tub and brush back in the wooden box before withdrawing a tube of red liquid. This time the applicator was attached to the lid, so that when the lid was unscrewed the red fluid was instantly available for use, no separate part required to get it to where it was wanted. Draco unscrewed the cap and slowly withdrew the wand, then just as slowly spread the sticky red fluid over Harry's lips. The gloss was so cold that Harry had an urge to suck his lips into his mouth to warm them.

Draco sat back admiring his handiwork.

"So is it over now?" Harry asked Draco.

"Yes," Draco said, pale cheeks suffusing with pink. "God, Harry, you look amazing like that."

"I do?" Harry questioned. He wasn't sure he needed Draco to answer; the way he was looking at him was almost enough.

"Very," Draco said, then pulled part of the lid of the box away. It was a small mirror, and he held it in front of Harry. "Look," he said and Harry did.

His eyes travelled over his reflection; his kohl darkened eyes; his eyelids that had a thin layer of smoky-green on them, with small flecks of green glitter sparkling and winking in the light as he moved his head to one side then the other to scrutinize the make-up. He saw how the gloss made his lips seem plumper and redder than they really were, and ran the tip of his tongue over the inner edge of his lips, tasting the gloss. "Berry of some sort," he commented.

He looked for another couple of seconds, taking in the whole look, before pulling his attention away to Draco. "I look like a sodding girl!" he said.

"No," Draco said with the air of someone who is absolutely sure they are right. "You look like a very gorgeous bloke who happens to be wearing make-up that brings his looks to nearly androgynous, crossing that line between handsome and beautiful." Draco paused.

"Can we move onto the kissing-you-senseless portion of the evening now?" Draco asked.

"That sounds like an excellent idea," Harry said, and grinned, allowing Draco to tackle him back on the bed and kiss him most thoroughly.

Draco broke their kiss to kiss along Harry's jawline. Harry sighed as Draco nibbled on his ear, tugging slightly before releasing it and moving onto his neck as Draco's fingers found and tweaked and played with his nipples.

Harry writhed beneath Draco, gasping and moaning as Draco kissed his way back up to his mouth.

Eventually they broke apart. "You've got red lip gloss smeared across your lips," Harry told Draco, and for some reason that one sentence caused them to break into breathless laughter.

As their laughter died down, Draco straddled Harry's hips, slid Harry's shirt off, then set to reducing Harry to a quivering mass of need as he licked and sucked at his chest. Harry twisted his fingers through Draco's blond hair as the boy tongued his nipples until they were taught. Harry couldn't help the groan that escaped his glossy, red lips when Draco bit down around his left nipple hard enough to leave an impression of his teeth behind. He also couldn't stop his hips grinding up into Draco, who obligingly ground down into him.

Draco kissed Harry, then moved off of him. Before Harry had time to get confused, Draco's hands were on his belt, unbuckling it and sliding it out of the belt loops.

"What're you doing?" Harry asked, startled, when he saw the almost predatory way Draco was looking at him and reaching for the fly on his trousers.

"Repaying you, with interest," Draco said with a grin, pulling down the zip and unfastening the button. "Lift your hips," he ordered and then slid Harry's trousers off, tossing them off of the bed.

Harry blushed a brighter red as he realised how much of him was about to be exposed when Draco rubbed a hand over the front of his boxers and then put his fingertips beneath the elastic waistband.

And then his boxers were gone, tossed aside like his trousers had been, and Harry was trying to cover himself up even as Draco complimented him.

"Harry, play fair; you're wonderful, let me see you," Draco said as he caught Harry's hands and moved them aside, and smoothed down the leg he'd raised.

Draco pressed a quick reassuring kiss to his mouth, then kissed and licked his way down Harry's chest and stomach. Harry watched Draco do that, mesmerised by the blonde as he drew nearer and nearer to the part of him that was most begging for his touch. When Draco looked up at him, grey eyes sparkling as he grinned before dipping his head down and taking most of him into his mouth, Harry thought it was the best thing he'd ever seen.

Harry knew that he wouldn't last long, not that he'd done this before, but the sight of Draco moving on him, and the feel of lips and tongue and the occasional light scrape of teeth, along with the most delicious suction were rapidly sending him to pieces.

Orgasm broke over him swiftly and he cried out, spilling into Draco's willing mouth.

Draco released Harry when he was spent, and slid up to lie beside Harry while Harry relearned how to breathe.

After a moment Harry licked his lips. "You're really good at that," he said with a slow, sated grin. He leant over and kissed Draco, noting the difference in taste.

Harry's grin widened as he shuffled down the bed and moved to reciprocate.

Draco cleared his throat, "You do know you don't have to if you don't want to?"

"Want to," Harry affirmed, and began to, remembering what Draco had done to him, and mimicking it back. Harry decided that looking up the length of Draco's body as he drew moans, sighs and whimpers from him could perhaps tie with the image of Draco doing this to him for the best thing he'd ever seen. He felt like grinning, even though he couldn't exactly do that, when Draco finally came, his hand tightening in Harry's hair.

*

Harry walked back to Gryffindor Tower in a daze. He couldn't bring himself to be bothered about the fact that he still had most of the make-up on, if a little smudged, and if he noticed the looks some of the students he passed gave him, he ignored them, unwilling to let the sense of peace and happiness leave him.

He walked through the common room and went straight up to his dormitory where his daze left in a hurry. Ron and Hermione were standing next to his bed, a familiar pair of red silk and lace knickers lying on the floor between them.

"Care to explain just why you have these, Harry?" Ron bit out, face bright red with anger.

Harry swallowed and tried to convince his brain to come up with a decent response. "Where did you find those?" he asked.

"Answer the question, Harry!" Ron yelled. Hermione was looking torn between telling Ron to go easy on Harry and demanding to know for herself.

Harry's brain drew a blank. After a moment under the heavy gazes of his two best friends he broke. "All right, all right, I'll tell you. Don't blow a gasket. I got them from my, my boyfriend," he said with an affirming nod after stumbling over the end of the sentence since he was unsure whether Draco would mind being called his boyfriend, they had never talked about that.

"Your boy..." Ron trailed off, his eyes open impossibly wide.

"Yes, Ron, you heard right; my boyfriend," Harry said, starting to feel anger curl up through him.

"I see," he said quietly. It was the calm before the storm. "I can't believe you Harry! Your boyfriend is Malfoy! Malfoy, Harry! And that must be who you've been sneaking off to see in the evenings for the last few weeks. God, that's why he's been choosing you- Shit, he's even got you wearing make-up for fuck's sake! It's just sick; what do you do, put on girl's clothes for each other and pretend you're straight?" Ron yelled at him.

Harry was ready to hex Ron, and only didn't because he'd gotten sloppy and was unsure which pocket held his wand.

"That is enough, Ron!" Hermione screeched as Ron opened his mouth to say more.

Harry forced his anger down, and when he spoke his voice came out cold and hard. "Actually Ron, this make-up? Your fault. If you didn't want Draco to do stupid stuff to me you shouldn't have made a bet you couldn't win! He'd even pointed out to you that you should have been more careful in your wording, but no, the great Ronald Weasley knows best, right?" Harry paused to take a breath.

"And yes, Draco Malfoy is my boyfriend, and it's tough fucking luck to you if you have a problem with it. It's none of your business who I'm seeing, and if you've got those knickers then you've been digging through my things, which are also none of your business!" Harry paused again, this time to reign his temper in. "And why are you here, Hermione? Did Ron bring you to show you my little souvenir? Did he tell you that he has a very similar pair that once belonged to Loony Lovegood shut up in his trunk? Didn't think so."

Hermione looked as if she'd been slapped, still she drew in a breath and let it out, then spoke. "Harry, don't be like this, we're just worried about you is all. Malfoy - he's bad news, Harry, his father is a Death Eater!" she said in what was probably supposed to be a soft, soothing tone of voice, but which came out patronising.

"He is not his father. I shouldn't have to tell you that. And not that it's any of your business, but he's different when it's just us, he makes me feel wanted and special to him, and for once I know that it isn't because of what I did when I was one! He tells me I'm perfect, that I'm amazing, he is wonderful and so beautiful himself..." Harry trailed off with a sigh.

Hermione softened. "I know that must mean a lot to you Harry, but be careful, you mustn't forget where his allegiances may lie," she warned. "We just want you to be all right."

Harry walked forwards and picked up the knickers. Ron didn't move or say a word as Harry walked past him, put the knickers in his trunk and cast several locking spells at it. "Don't touch my stuff again, Ron," he said and then turned to stalk out of the door.

Harry was nearly at the door and had just decided to go and see if he could hide out the night with Draco in his room, when Ron stopped him.

"Don't leave like this."

Harry paused, facing the door.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to react like that... I just did."

Harry turned his head to look back at Ron, trying to judge his sincerity.

"I wasn't snooping in your stuff; I was going to borrow a quill, mine disappeared a little after we did our homework on your bed this morning, and you know I snapped my other one in Potions and haven't had a chance to get another yet."

Harry turned around and fixed Ron with an appraising look, he was satisfied when the tall redhead fidgeted.

"They were near the top, and I was so surprised when I recognised them that I just lost it. I'm sorry, Harry, I really am," Ron finished, and Harry decided that he was being as sincere as he could be.

Harry nodded to accept the apology. "Just believe me when I say that he's a lot different with me than he has been, different to what we thought he was," Harry said, almost pleading with his friend.

"It's not going to be easy, but I'll try, I'll really try, but I can't promise you that I'll be thinking of him with sunshine and daisies and smiles in mind ever," Ron told him.

"That'll be enough," Harry said, feeling profoundly relieved that this wasn't going to be drawn out any longer. Harry smiled at his friends, "I'm insanely tired, so I'm going to go and have a shower, then go to bed." He didn't wait for them to reply before slipping off into the bathroom.

Under the hot spray of the shower Harry recalled the day, and smiled. He exited the bathroom with a grin on his face, and crawled into bed.

"And just what're you smiling about?" Seamus asked him.

Harry turned his grin towards the other boy. "Nothing in particular, I'm just in a good mood, that's all," Harry replied as he cuddled down into his blankets.

"Whatever," Seamus said and spelled the lights dim.

Harry fell asleep wondering what it would be like to sleep next to Draco, and planning a surprise for the blonde.
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