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Ten Things I Hate About You	By : ShadowAngel Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3034 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Harry Potter and make no money from this; I'm just playing with scenarios and characters created by J. K. Rowling of which all the rights go.

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A/N: So this is a collection of 10 DracoxHarry oneshots, the idea for which is from the movie '10 things I hate about you' which I also do not own. This is the first one and there will be nine more to follow.

Beauty Regime

A sigh came as Harry wondered for hundredth time if his boyfriend was yet ready. The blonde Slytherin had hurried away from the group almost three hours previously, claiming to need all the time to get ready for the sixth year party. Five minutes until they were due to be there and still Draco hadn’t surfaced. Harry had received an update of “he’s just doing his hair” from Blaise when he had arrived at the Slytherin common room with his friends, but that had been over an hour ago. He was starting to get impatient of waiting despite having gone through this situation many times in the last year; each time he went and asked he always got the reply of “five more minutes”. It was infuriating at times.

Hearing a sudden snicker Harry’s gaze snapped onto the dark skinned Slytherin from where he had been staring at the stairs to the dorms.

“We did warn you about his beautification regimes before you started dating him,” Blaise smirked to him from where he was lounging on the sofa, Seamus comfortably leaning back against him. “You should know by now how he takes an hour and a half each morning to get ready. And that’s for school!"

“Yeah I know, he just seems to take longer each time,” Harry smiled to the couple, a moment later he looked thoughtful before smirking a little. “Though I must admit the product is often worth waiting”. This brought about a round of laughter as well as a murmur of agreement.

A minute passed and Harry couldn’t take it anymore, standing up from the sofa. “You guys better get going so that you’re not late. I’ll go see what’s holding him up.”

“Careful, mate, or it’ll be you,” Seamus waggled his eyebrows at him with a grin as he stood with the others, then leaning back slightly into his Slytherin as a laughing Blaise stood and wrapped his arms around him behind.

“My ears, my ears,” came the immediate protest from Ron, hands going to cover his ears. He had shown support for Harry in pursuing happiness but still found it difficult to hear about anything that the two got up to.

Harry laughed and shook his head, starting to head to the staircase, “Like he’ll allow me to mess up his outfit. See you all there,” he gave them a wave and headed up to his boyfriend’s dorm.

As he climbed the stairs he allowed a bit of his annoyance out, pushing up his glasses as he once again sighed. He had been looking forward to spending some time with Draco and their friends before arriving early to the party, but instead the Slytherin had held them all up getting ready. Harry ran a hand through his hair as he pushed the released annoyance away; he had known the blonde spent ages to get ready and as frustrating and annoying as it was, it was part of his Draco.

“Dray? You ready yet?” Harry entered the sixth year dorm and then the bathroom, knowing that was where his image-conscious boyfriend would be. He saw the blonde in front of one of the mirrors, carefully styling his hair and couldn’t hold back a smile. He moved up behind him and slipped his arms around him from behind before lowering his head to kiss at his neck. “You look gorgeous, love, stop fussing”.

Draco had muttered a greeting as he continued sorting out his hair but couldn’t stop himself from leaning back into Harry’s arms. “Are you sure?” He frowned at his hair in the mirror and then at his boyfriend, eyes locking onto Harry’s in the mirror. “It doesn’t look quite right….” His hand drifted up towards the blonde fringe but was caught by Harry’s, the Gryffindor turning him around to face him before openinly looking Draco over.

“Dray,” Harry leant in to press a soft kiss to Draco’s lips, before saying softly and reassuringly, “I’ll be surprised if someone doesn’t collapse from an overload of how gorgeous and hot you look.”

Instantly Draco’s confidence switched on and he gave a smirk of pleasure at the comment, “Yes, well, someone has to look good, don’t they? Though I wouldn’t say you look too bad yourself”. He pressed in and kissed the Gryffindor intensely as he cupped his hand around the back of Harry’s neck.

“Nnn….Dray…no…we need to go,” Harry eventually managed to pull from the kiss, though he was breathless from just the couple of moments that their lips had been joined. “You’ve been getting ready so long that we’re running late, the others have already left,” Harry let out a groan as Draco’s lips decided to attack his neck instead.

“I would apologise, but I think you like the product of my time and that it was well spent,” Draco smirked against Harry’s skin at the groan that proved that yes the Gryffindor liked the look of his outfit which was designed to show off his body. “Anyway, nothing wrong with being fashionably late, and since the others have left…” He suddenly pulled away, smirking at the disappointed sound from Harry, and pulled his boyfriend through to the dorm where he pushed him onto the bed.

“Dray, now isn’t the time for this,” Harry started, but then gave a groan at the look of lust and want that the blonde was giving him. He knew they were running late but his body was betraying him, heating up and getting excited at what that look promised him.

Slowly Draco crawled onto the bed towards Harry, giving him a lazy yet sexy smile, “I must say, I do like these jeans on you, but they look a little tight, want some help with them?” He swooped down to claim Harry’s lips in a deep, possessing kiss as he easily opened the jeans which were starting to strain a little, releasing his boyfriend’s semi-hard length so that he could stroke it to full hardness.

“Ah, Dray!” Harry gasped into the kiss as he felt the long fingers wind around his thickening shaft. As if that was what it had been what it was waiting for, Draco’s tongue immediately took advantage of the parted lips and delved in deep. As his tongue continued to make Harry breathless his hand gave lazy pumps of his boyfriend’s now hard length, enjoying the groans he would receive each time his hand paused for his thumb to rub circles around the head of Harry’s shaft.

Eventually the need to breathe overcame the Slytherin and he turned his lips to attack the vulnerable neck, kissing, nipping and sucking at the tender flesh as his lips moved steadily downwards. He really enjoyed seeing what sounds he could draw from the Gryffindor, but now wasn’t the time for that. Draco may have been willing to delay his going to the party, but wasn’t willing to miss much of it, not even for sex with Harry. So without warning he slid down and slipped his lips over the head of Harry’s cock, causing his lover to cry out at the sudden pleasure. Flickering his tongue over the tender flesh of the tip, Draco sucked on the head while his hand continued the pumps of the shaft. It was only a few moments later that he sank his head lower to take more of his lover’s length before building up a quick rhythm to bring his lover pleasure, spurred on by all delicious sounds and movements of Harry.

For his part, Harry was quickly unravelled by his lover’s mouth, hips starting to buck upwards as the pleasurable heat began to increase and pool in his groin. He fell into a haze of pleasure that lasted sometime after he had released and his lover had pulled off of him, his body becoming still apart from the heavy breathing. He came slowly of his pleasurable daze to Draco kissing him softly a few minutes later. “Mm, Dray….”

Draco pulled back from the kiss to smirk triumphantly to his boyfriend, “Still eager to go to the party?” The blonde was still impeccably dressed with not one hair out of place, Harry had no idea how he did it, but one thing did catch his eye.

“I’m sure we can be fashionably late,” Harry smirked as he cupped Draco’s straining erection before tugging him into a kiss, swallowing his loud groan.

Okay, so maybe it was sometimes Harry’s fault that they were late; Draco's beauty regime wasn't the only thing to blame.

A/N: Let me know what you think, second one should be up soon (fingers crossed) – Yuki.
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