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Draco in a Skirt	By : rubycrush Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6105 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Draco in a Skirt

Author: Minks

Summary: Harry sees Draco in a skirt. Nothing else matters.

Rating: NC17

Pairing(s): Harry/Draco

Author�s notes: For my horny, hyper Filia, who has a thing for Draco in a skirt...with love from her fanfic twin. Happy Birthday! ::smooch::

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or the world in which they live...I just like to think pervy thoughts about them. I am not making any money from this fan fic, it�s purely for entertainment.

Draco in a Skirt

Harry, Ron and Hermione looked around, impressed, as they entered the Weasley twins� brand new dance club, The Sticky Snitch. Harry was one of the main investors, and the twins had named it with him in mind.

�Harry!� George called, waving them over to him at the bar. �What�ll you have, mate?� He had his arm slung around Fred�s shoulder, and the two of them were flushed from the many drinks they�d consumed over the past few hours.

Harry grinned as he, Ron and Hermione seated themselves next to the twins. �What do you recommend?� he asked.

�Oh, definitely a Bucking Thestral,� Fred said, nodding wisely. �Best thing our lovely bartender here has ever come up with.� He threw a longing glance at the bartender, who was a strapping wizard with dimples to die for. �Nolan,� Fred called out. �Three Bucking Thestrals for our guests, please, and another each for George and me.�

The bartender smiled and nodded, turning to make the drinks. George laughed at Fred�s lovesick expression. �Fred can�t get over the fact that there�s someone he wants whose pants he can�t get into.�

Harry, Ron and Hermione laughed. �Losing your touch, Fred?� Ron asked, grinning.

�Of course not. It�s George�s fault for hiring a straight wizard to serve drinks at a gay wizard�s club,� Fred said, petulantly.

The group laughed again, and thanked Nolan when he levitated their drinks over to them.

Harry sipped the black liquid, enjoying the hot trail it burned down his throat. He looked around the dimly lit club at the other patrons, as his four friends discussed plans for Ron and Hermione�s upcoming wedding. His eyes lingered appreciatively on some of the young men on the dance floor, their sweating bodies showed off to advantage by their very revealing clothing.

Harry�s attention wandered over the darkened corners where couples had retreated to snog and grope each other in private, and wondered whether he�d end up in one of those corners by the end of the night, and with whom. He finished his drink, and picked up the one Nolan had just set down for him, before turning to look at the steady stream of new customers walking through the entrance.

Some of them were attractive, even sexy, but nobody really held his attention. He took a sip of his drink, still watching the door, and he suddenly choked, coughing and spluttering as Ron thumped him hard on his back, asking if he was all right.

Harry couldn�t answer. He wheezed in response, not daring to take his eyes off the door, afraid to even blink lest he lose sight of the creature who had him so thoroughly captivated.

�What�s wrong, mate?� Ron asked, looking on worriedly as Harry gasped wordlessly. �Say something!"

Harry finally found his voice. �Fuck me,� he croaked, his eyes still on the blond. �It�s Draco...in a skirt.�

Ron, Hermione and the twins gaped as they saw what had caused Harry�s flustered state. Draco Malfoy, the only living pureblood member of the Malfoy/Black family, was arguing with the bouncer at the front door, clad in a tight mesh t-shirt and a very, very short, pleated black skirt.

�Oh Merlin,� Harry whimpered, �Draco in a skirt. Shit, it�s like a fucking wet dream come true.�

�Too right,� Fred said, slowly, licking his lips in a distinctly feral manner.

Harry saw the look on Fred�s face and jumped up from his stool. �No bloody way, Fred, I saw him first,� he snapped, hurrying off to Draco�s side.

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�I don�t care about your dress code, you thick oaf,� Draco scoffed at the bouncer, who towered over him menacingly. �This is what I�m wearing. You can �.�

He was interrupted by Harry, who had suddenly appeared at his side, flushed and breathless.

�Draco, you look...fantastic,� Harry said, a crooked smile on his lips. He turned to the bouncer. �Is there a problem here?� he asked, frowning.

�Sorry, Mr. Potter, Sir, but this gentleman�s skirt doesn�t comply with our dress code...�

�What? No skirts? That�s bloody ridiculous.� Harry exclaimed, appearing genuinely shocked. �Right, we�ll be changing that rule, then,� he said, decisively. �Please let him pass, he�s with me.� Harry took Draco�s elbow and led him to a private booth, ordering them both drinks as he passed a waiter.

Draco looked at Harry in surprised amusement as they sat down. �So, Potter,� he drawled. �I suppose I owe you my thanks. I see that now the war is ancient history, your chronic hero complex seems to have reduced you to rescuing harassed clubgoers.�

�N-not all of them,� Harry stammered, gulping as Draco raised an eyebrow at him with a saucy smirk.

�How touching,� Draco purred, moving closer to Harry on the velvet-covered seat. �What makes me so special, then?�

Draco�s skirt was riding up around the tops of his thighs, and Harry felt his throat go dry at the view he had of Draco�s pale, creamy skin. He gratefully gulped down one of the drinks that appeared on their table as he forced himself to look up from Draco�s thighs into his smirking face.

�I�ve been thinking about you,� Harry blurted, finally. �For a while...months, maybe even a year. I�ve been trying to find you, and nobody�s heard from you...I even checked with Severus. And then you walked in here with...that, that skirt, and �.�

�Oh...this is one of my favorite songs,� Draco said, cutting Harry off. �You want to dance with me?� He didn�t wait for an answer, just knocked back his drink and dragged Harry to the dance floor.

Harry was flustered and confused. He had been fully prepared to pour his heart out and Draco hadn�t even bothered to let him finish. He opened his mouth to tell Draco to find him at the bar when he was ready to talk, but snapped it shut again when he saw how many other men were looking at Draco hungrily. There was no way he was leaving Draco alone for even a second. Bloody vultures.

Harry moved up close behind Draco, who was moving his body in time to the sexy, pulsing beat of a muggle song Harry hadn�t heard before. The skirt flicked enticingly from side to side, revealing glimpses of Draco�s smoothly curving bottom, and sometimes, his black g-string. Harry felt beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead, and realized he�d been holding his breath.

He tentatively pressed his body against Draco, sliding an arm around his waist to move with him. Draco smiled over his shoulder, deliberately grinding his arse into Harry�s hardening cock. Harry groaned, his eyes closing as he ran his free hand up Draco�s thigh, sliding under the skirt to rest on Draco�s hip.

Harry pressed his mouth to the nape of Draco�s neck, nipping, then sucking at the silky skin as they moved in time to the music. Draco moaned and pushed harder into Harry, who whimpered with need, turning Draco around to face him.

Draco looked into Harry�s eyes, which were dark with lust. Their bodies were pressed flush against each other, and he knew that Harry could feel his arousal through the thin fabric of his skirt. He put his arms around Harry�s neck, and lifted one bare leg to hook it over his hip, then thrust forward, making Harry gasp with pleasure. �I�ve wanted to do this for a very long time,� Draco whispered in Harry�s ear, before grabbing the back of Harry�s head to kiss him deeply, moaning in his throat when Harry firmly gripped his barely-covered arse.

The pair remained locked that way for several seconds, drawing envious looks from the majority of the other dancers, including Fred Weasley...and surprised looks from Ron, Hermione, and George...but they were oblivious to everyone else�s attention.

Harry finally broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against Draco�s as he fought to catch his breath. �Want to get out of here?� he gasped, his heart thudding.

Draco nodded, and the two of them rushed out of the club, apparating to Harry�s apartment. Harry immediately began ripping his own clothes off as soon as they arrived in his living room, and Draco did the same, starting with his flimsy t-shirt. He moved his hands to his skirt, but Harry stopped him with a disappointed groan.

�No, don�t!� Harry said, pleadingly, shucking off his pants. �Leave it on.�

Draco smirked and flung himself at Harry�s naked body, knocking him to the ground as he attacked Harry�s mouth with his own. Harry reached under Draco�s skirt and pulled off his g-string, using a wordless spell to lubricate the entrance to Draco�s arse before sliding his finger in to stretch him.

Draco moaned into Harry�s mouth, thrusting back wantonly as Harry added a second finger, then a third, curling them to slip over Draco�s prostate. Draco shook with need, sliding his fist over Harry�s leaking cock, and gasped in shock when Harry pulled his fingers out of him, urging him onto his hands and knees.

Harry pulled Draco�s hips towards him, and the skirt rode up, too short to cover Draco�s arse in his current position. Harry couldn�t resist giving one of the firm, creamy cheeks a sharp slap as he positioned his cock at Draco�s entrance, kissing Draco�s back and grinning in apology when the blond turned to look at him in surprise.

Harry thrust his cock halfway into Draco, and shuddered with pleasure at the groan it drew from Draco as well as the tight wetness surrounding him. He pulled back a little, then thrust in again, this time pushing in till he was buried to the hilt. He reached around to grasp Draco�s erection under his skirt, setting up a matching rhythm between his cock and his hand, which made Draco convulse with pleasure.

�Oh, Merlin, harder!� Draco shouted, his eyes tight shut as Harry�s cock bumped insistently over his prostate, causing him to shudder uncontrollably. Harry sped up his thrusts, ramming into Draco over and over again in series of quick, forceful jabs until he heard Draco screaming his name as he reached his climax. Harry slid deeply into Draco one last time, and the contracting muscles pulsing around his cock forced his orgasm from him in a blinding flash of ecstasy.

Harry and Draco both collapsed in a sweaty heap on the floor, neither of them able to move. �Merlin, you were incredible,� Draco murmured. �How come you never told me you could shag like that? We could have been doing this ages ago.�

�How come you never wore a skirt before?� Harry asked, sleepily, a lazy grin on his face. He withdrew gently out of Draco and laid next to him on the floor, pulling him into his arms.

�Is that the only reason you wanted me tonight?� Draco asked, coyly, as he snuggled into Harry�s side.

�Oh, I�ve wanted you for a long time,� Harry reassured him. �I just never knew how fucking hot you�d look in a skirt.�

�I look fucking hot in anything,� Draco said, kissing Harry soundly.

�True,� Harry said, with a mischievous grin. �But that won�t stop me from burning all your trousers as soon as I get the chance.
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