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Harry stood at the end of his bed, his trunk wide open and his stance one of an irritated troll. As though sharing the same dorm room did not take the cake, he was now having to spend the holidays over at Hogwart’s to make up for the lessons he’d lacked behind in. His friends had volunteered to stay back as well, more or less Hermione had wanted to. It was evident they all needed straight O’s. He looked down on the mess spread on his bed before combing all his clothes to the foot of it with both hands to make space and slumping down in the centre.
He closed his eyes, settling his mind for his first normal holiday where there weren’t going to be any more serious reckonings—except there obviously is going to be.
He looked over to the other side of his room much neater than his own and it immediately put him off. How could someone be so uptight all the damn time? Malfoy had not been even remotely awful to room with, given his quite cold attitude and demeanor the blond kept it down. Kept to himself, Occasionally glared in an old fashioned manner at Harry into clearing his cluttered mess which was breaching over to his side. Regardless, Harry at times considered it was not very much a mess even when it looked like a darn nest—Harry might as well be promoted to being a niffler.
It piss Harry off for all the wrong reasons—or right as he thinks it to be. Hermione and Ron were not saved off Harry’s rants about it, the rants started on most things people would dream of in a shared dorm —like having it all to themselves half of the day. In rows sometimes Malfoy would only return not until a lot later to rest and then shower and dress and be off before the little mop of shagged bedhair even managed waking up. It seemed to his friends that Harry had taken serious offence to such luxuries of having a dorm mate who keeps utterly clean on their side, keeps it low with begrudging respect regardless of their past and leaves Harry space. Very problematic of him; but it went unsaid decidedly in a mutual silent agreement among them all.
Even Ginny had started rolling her eyes by what seemed like it had no end. Merlin she’d almost dated the bloke though she admired Harry dearly still, so did Ron and Hermione but they’d chuck the first thing in an arms length his way to make him stop and move along.Bairn o’ fortune.
He terribly missed his cluttered, messy Gryffindor shared dorm which made him feel less alone. Harry had also picked up on how fit Malfoy looked recently whatever he did further annoying himself over it, the git with his aristocratic genes was something after all Harry thought bemused but did not allow his head to linger a lot around it. The tension was mental.
It’s not like Harry needed the attention anyway, a small noise which came off like an apparation sound startled Harry as he instinctively rolled on his stomach to see: his wand at ready. A package had appeared, in a very well familiar gift wrap Harry was too well versed with. It was time for their yearly knit sweater from Mrs Molly. Harry had found himself grinning spread with joy each time receiving it, unfortunately they couldn’t receive it in person this year. He immediately scurried to the package and brought it back to his bed, setting it after carefully confirming the Weasley initial on it with an additional scarlet heart drawn over—slightly poorly it seemed Mrs Molly was trying new things, …..never mind the new addition to their holiday packing.
Harry felt excitement ring through him and decided to shower and freshen up, he couldn’t wait to try on his sweater specifically after his favourite old one got worn out over the years. Harry simply couldn’t stand outgrowing the sweet sweaters with his name’s initial on it. He’d worn the last one until the threading came off its sleeve hem.
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Harry padded out of the restroom drying himself off with a woollen towel he so liked not minding the exposure of skin, he’d had the room to himself anyway. He chucked the wet towel onto his bed carelessly slipping on his old kecks first then using drying and styling charms on his hair Ginny so much as begged him to attempt.
Not much difference one could beg to differ or Harry couldn’t tell if the charms did anything at all, the wait was over he draped his hands onto the package and clumsily ripped it open. Slightly slowing down with a confused expression forming at the emerald folded sweater inside it. Has it been folded odd somehow? He thought. Without missing a second more, Harry pulled out the sweater slowly scrutinising he knew where the collar went but the rest of the clothing’s design was—well whatever it was his. Harry was going to have at it and try it on. A piece of clothing fell out of the flap…. knit kecks? His ears stained pink well motherly love Of course Mrs Molly must’ve meant well …except that when Harry bent and picked the clothing up it had occurred to him for a brief moment that they looked a bit too small to be what he thought it to be. A little laced look to it but then remembering Ron’s ball outfit that’s probably nothing strange —right?. Never one to judge. Harry should just try it on after all it wasn’t like Mrs Molly would’ve known Harry’s kecks size. Nothing strange.
Harry slid the kecks he wore previously off and tossed it over the wet towel on his bed, blimey another pile in the making Harry grinned at the thought of how it’ll piss a certain uptight git off. why should he care he was barely around for that to be a bother. Harry slid on the woollen knit clothing they fit over him perfectly but a lot more shorter looking as though his normal kecks had ridden up shrinking twice its size, Harry flushed at the sight of his own body in it. At least it was warm and soft in the right bits he could partially see his cock through the little laced bits of it and quite liked it. Harry further outstretched his hands onto the next final piece as he squeezed into the emerald sweater, too small—Harry thought at first as he further lowered the clothing it fit more like a glove then ever of the previous sweaters before. No sleeves? Where are the—The sweater reached high over the start of Harry’s thighs like a short sweater dress over the knit presumably kecks less knicker almost covering it partially complementing it . What an odd design.. …suddenly cold air still hit his skin more specifically the back of it he reached a hand back to check and there it was. It couldn’t be ? Had the sweater malfunctioned?.
Harry’s brow knit in dread of having accidentally spoiled his holiday gift as he got his wand and spelled “Multicorfors” softly before the makeshift mirror on his bedside , hoping it fixed it somehow. Harry glanced at his lower half, his cock peering underneath the thin layer of the emerald sweater half hard from the cold from the reflection on the mirror, he could wear the pants later he needed to bloody make sure he hadn’t spoiled his sweater. Harry tried the spell one more time hoping it works this time as the loose hastings on Harry’s either side get tied back in a bow behind him just over the small of his back. Harry took notice of how the sweater accentuated his body’s planes making it seem more voluptuous than it is as he anxiously turned his back with his neck craned to look over at what the spell had done. Harry’s breath was knocked out of himself at the view in surprise, the sweater was backless closed low almost down over exposing the starting of the supple swells of his ass. He drew his hand back on himself, feeling it. What was going on? Harry felt as though he had been pranked with multiple doses of the Confundus charm. He quickly turned back to face the mirror in a haste trying to undo the bow tie on the back as he carefully tugged on it: still not planning on further bollocksing it up, eyes occasionally lingering on how the emerald sweater looked on him. It complimented his features, hair and eyes….. if only it wasn’t this oddity of a design. Harry sighed and tried one last time, hands drawn to his back holding on the bow tie. When he heard the door open and his mouth dried.
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Draco Malfoy had entered the room —so quickly. Harry hadn’t even had the opportunity to so much as turn and stood frozen in place.
Malfoy stepped in as the door closed behind him on a sped whim and immediately froze on the spot. Harry sodding Potter stood by his bed before a makeshift mirror desk wearing what looked like a sort of torn sweater, terribly torn—spectacularly torn. The turtleneck around his neck leaving his arms sleeveless and his back completely open all the way down low to his-and the bow the damned bow that hung over the small of the Harry’s back invitingly as if taunting to be opened all in emerald green as though Harry was planning on being the Slytherin house’s ponce. Malfoy swallowed hard his eyes in a conflicting glare as his gaze raked down his body. Harry must’ve frozen too because neither of them moved for a bit too long until Harry had done the pleasure of twirling around on his heel slowly as if hesitant, his face flushed looking so small… so embarrassed.
“Hey-“ Harry managed as his hands fell to his sides. “This is —Malfoy”
“Just what are you doing. Potter.” Malfoy sternly replied in a cold drawl his gaze hardened and heated not even bothering to hide the way it lingered all the way down to the his exposed thighs and legs and the woollen underwear piece that slightly exposed itself like a tease as he gathered his breath blood flowed south regardless. He waited.
“I’m …stuck”
“I need help” Harry added firmly after, his body reacting to the scrutiny not used to being so exposed. He hoped his cock was not as visible as he felt it to be, squeezing his thighs together. “It won’t…won’t come off..”
Silence.
“Do it yourself, you’ve got a wand” Malfoy spoke in a deceptively calm manner his eyes betrayed.
“I can’t—you’ve got to help me” Harry spoke half way complaining feeling a kind of heat spread in his stomach he couldn’t tell. “You’ve got to I don’t want to ruin this-“
“Please” Harry regretted saying such a thing immediately, his fists clenched on his sides. He shouldn’t have to sound so pleading he wasn’t asking for a lot he wasn’t asking for-
“Alright” Malfoy said as he strides over and Harry immediately turns to show Malfoy the bow fastening on his lower back he was stuck with. Watching him intently from the mirror before him, hopeful. Harry’s pulse quickened with every step Malfoy took, their eyes met for a moment as Malfoy looked at Harry’s face from the reflection. Harry felt hot and bothered with every passing second he’d taken notice of how perfectly the blond towered over his own frame. Malfoy tugged onto the bow fastening, making Harry’s breath hitch so small he’d almost succeeded covering it up to pass as normal breathing.
“This…it’s knotted Potter” Malfoy stated low, so close behind him it made Harry’s hair stand on the ends of his neck. Harry found himself just watching from the mirror as he felt the heat radiating behind him squeezing his legs together. Malfoy’s hand brushed ever so slightly his knuckles rubbed on his skin in an attempt of tugs as Harry flinched at the feel of it, making the blond glance over to watch his face from the reflection. Harry swallowed this time. “I..” Harry tried as he felt Malfoy's hand now firmly pressed onto the small of his back completely experimentally —involuntarily Harry pressed his legs together so tight for pressure.. his cock felt bloody spectacular. It was the cold….. it was the cold he told himself his nipples peaking through the thin fabric the sweater was fucking obscene.
Something unspoken passed between them as Malfoy’s other hand slipped under the little dress sweater. Cold hands leaving a trail of fire at their wake tracing skin on skin as Harry held back on a sound and bit his lip, his eyes following the silhouette of Malfoy’s hand on him from over the dress as he felt a finger slip under the hem of the soft underwear.
“Is..is it not coming off?” Harry asked tentatively as he felt his hands on himself—on the small of his back then caressed a lot lower, Merlin Harry’s legs were going to give out from the sheer tension his hands darted over covering his cock.
“..doesn’t seem to,” Malfoy’s eyes studied, then raked at Harry’s form in the reflection, his eyes dark as if he would tear the little dress right off the boy this very second, retreating his hands off him. Harry’s eyes followed down lower on Malfoy’s body behind him before averting back to his own.
“I’ll try differently” Malfoy declared before stepping back, Harry relaxed slightly. The very next moment Malfoy had leaned lowered himself down with his face against his lower back, the Slytherin was using his teeth on it bloody hell. “Careful-“ Harry murmured, his breath falling short as his chest rose with uneven intensity, feeling Malfoy’s own hot breath against his skin Harry felt himself leak slightly from the anticipation.
Harry felt his hands on either side of his hips holding him in place, Malfoy’s lips brushed up against the small of Harry’s back momentarily trying to undo the knot and Harry moaned indignant and audible, one hand flying to his mouth in realisation and alarm. Malfoy froze in place for a second frustrated. The blond went for it and kissed the starting of Harry’s cleft down the supple flesh of his ass cheeks roughly. Harry’s knees gave out and he fell forward holding himself steady by the desk before him he could still see Malfoy from the reflection his eyes flicking to his clothed hard on, he licked his lips and shamelessly moved pushing back against the hot mouth that placed wet rough kisses on his vulnerable skin. Malfoy lifted the dress out of the way and pulled the soft underwear down using his mouth in a lewd manner as Harry further bent over steadied on the furniture before him exposing his flesh pink trembling pucker pulsating to Malfoy.
Malfoy drove into it impatiently kissing, teasing and sucking it open with his tongue. “Please…” Harry pleaded not knowing what he meant by it himself as he closed his eyes at the intrusion. Spreading his legs more by the minute. Malfoy relentlessly kissed and coerced the ring of muscles to relax and open for him as Harry cried out of pleasure he’d never imagined such a spot could elicit. Such—his thoughts were broken when Malfoy slid his tongue inn deeper hot wet intruding into him Harry was being rimmed senseless he’d come just by being tongue fucked, heat and shame pooled at the bottom of his stomach as he looked at his reflection with dazed eyes. Malfoy stood back up, spinning Harry to face him immediately, taking the boy's lips seductively as Harry moaned into it eyes glossed and unfocused slightly as he closed them to feel Malfoy’s body before him his hands falling to the his chest between them in a bracing manner. Before he knew Harry was being wordlessly walked back until he fell onto his bed with all his mess having pushed to the foot of it gladly.
The dress sweater rode all the way up exposing Harry’s cock smeared in his own pre cum and the underwear that hung low on his leg erotically alluring. Harry took it off giving the blond a view as Malfoy leaned in hovering over. The duvets dipping under his weight needy eyes met him. Malfoy’s hand darted out and gathered the sides of the sweaters together to the middle of Harry’s sternum in a line exposing his nipples and supple small chest on either sides, Circe the clothing was absurd and driving Malfoy insane and out of it, he leaned down to suck over the pale chest calling out to him invitingly, draping his tongue over the soft perky nubs over and over again Harry’s legs fell open around Malfoy naturally. “..Mal-“ Harry’s breath hitching hard as he moaned at his teeth grazing over his nipple. Fuck.
“Draco…call me Draco” Malfoy spoke eyes serious and cold as he leaned back up to Harry’s open wet mouth, kiss swollen as he bit onto it breathing hot and ragged.
“…Draco” Harry whispered, small, almost shy as Malfoy stripped his shirt off the hard planes of his body draped in faded lines of scars that made Harry almost cum immediately. Next went the trousers as the kecks deftly came off. Merlin, Harry had already clocked it before but Malfoy was substantial, he’s going to tear he thought to himself.
Malfoy pumped himself, the veins flexing as the skin on it moved along as he loomed on top of Harry who was holding the duvets for dear life bracing himself , “again” Malfoy panted out “say my name again” he ordered in a low growl and Harry obeyed.
“Draco …” uncertain needy green eyes greeting Malfoy’s again. As Malfoy cursed under his breath a few profanities shocking Harry before using his wand for a spell and ramming into the boy all at once impatiently. Harry felt so full and stuffed that there was no room for doubt, that Malfoy was up into him all the way —the way his navel bulged out, incredibly lewd. Harry’s mouth fell open as he cried loudly at the sensation, chanting Malfoy’s name as he took Harry on his very messed bed pinning him down, arranging him however he liked and doing it to his deepest contentment. Tears stained Harry’s cheeks as he clawed down Malfoy’s back helplessly just taking it, welcoming it and enjoying it. He was being shagged to his deepest darkest desires, cuming times after times in rows, if he’d known it felt so good he’d shut up and bent over decades ago.
The dress sweater was reduced to a pathetic rag, Harry found Malfoy lingering around more often than not after the said ‘accident’… they did not talk about it, just wordlessly snogged and shagged whenever they’d wanted to. Whenever the air in the room had felt too thick …the weather was too warm, too cold or ..anything that’d just be reasonable enough for an excuse. Harry noticed on a whim it was mostly at times when he’d cleaned up after himself oddly and he kept at it like a good shag loving slut, anything for the cold ice prince to melt and talk sweet filthy nothings in his ear from time to time and beat it till it swells loved, closing inn on itself.
And weeks later Harry still seethed, when he looked at Hermione wearing a sweater with a huge “H” initial on its front in the eighth years common room couch, as he connected the the dots and recalled Ron’s apologetic awkward smiles thereafter that he always gave when he fucked up. A misplaced mishap, a blimey good one but he wasn’t going to admit it... He now could pull off wearing Malfoy’s shirts anytime he wanted. The high end, soft silks and so on. To be fair, it would be because often his own had always ended up wrecked beyond recognition in comparison to Malfoy’s. Even down to his uniform shirts at times with widowed buttons and sleeves, even torn mid fabric, seams out. He wasn’t going to admit anything ever—Except he was going to have it hard launched as Malfoy nonchalantly came over to the empty couch Harry now occupied and deftly laid his head right over the boys lap eyes on his book, leaving a dozen mouths gaping at the sight.
Ronald Weasley will learn to do better.