An Interesting Shopping Trip

An Interesting Shopping Trip

"Do you want to go shopping?" Draco asked Harry as he sipped his Butterbeer.

Harry wrinkled his nose at the suggestion.

Draco rolled his eyes and said, "Come on, It'll be fun. I'll buy you some clothes. Merlin knows how fat your cousin will be by the time you see him. You need to be prepared."

Harry smiled at his boyfriend and stood up. "Well, you do have a point. Dudley's as big as a whale at the moment."

They paid for their drinks and walked out of the Three Broomsticks and into the sunny high road of Hogsmeade.

"So, er- where do we go?" Harry asked, clueless where to start. He had taken his black cloak off and loosened his tie, revealing a bit of his collarbone. Mmm, yummy, Draco thought.

"Hmm?" Draco tore his eyes away from Harry and answered, "We'll go to Wizard wear for Teens first. It's this way."

He led Harry down the street and stopped outside a trendy-looking store. They entered, and the black-haired boy just stopped and looked around for a while, whereas Draco was making his way towards a section of the store called 'Muggle Wear'.

"Harry?" the blonde called out. He turned around and smiled. "Come on, it's not that scary. I'll pick out some stuff and you can try it on."

"Alright," Harry said, catching up with him. "What did you have in mind?"

"Well, your pants are really just too baggy. Not that I mind, though," he said meaningfully. "But you'll look better with these."

With that, he deposited four pairs of pants into Harry's arms and pointed him to the dressing room.

"Anything you say, babe," the dark-haired teen grinned.

Harry spent a few moments in the dressing room surveying himself in the mirror. He opened the door and asked, "Well?"

Draco took an appreciative stare at Harry and said, "Very good. Nice color, suits your skin tone... very sexy indeed."

Harry smiled and winked, closing the door again and trying on the second pair of pants. Black denim, stylishly designed to accent somebody's backside.

Draco glued his eyes to Harry's arse as he turned around and said, "You'd better buy that one, Potter." He asked, squeezing Harry's buttcheeks. Harry closed his eyes and leaned against Draco. "You know why?

"W - Why?"

"Because," Draco replied, leaning close and putting his mouth close to Harry's right ear, "I want to be the one that takes them off you tonight."

Harry's eyes widened and he turned around, capturing Draco's lips with his own in a possessive kiss.

"Mmm," he murmured. "I'd like nothing better."

The two stopped snogging for a second when Draco pulled away and breathlessly said, "Can you do me a favor?"

"Anything."

"Can you..." Draco looked around for something. He spotted a pair of black leather pants and handed them to Harry. "Try these on? Please?"

"Draco, this is leather."

"Just try them on. You won't have to buy them. For me, ok?"

Draco looked so damn cute that Harry just had to lean in and kiss him once again.

"Alright," he said, going back into the dressing room.

Exactly one second after Harry opened the door of the dressing room, Draco's mouth went dry and he practically slammed his mouth against Harry's. Instantly, Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's waist and pulled them both inside the dressing room, closing the door behind him.

"Mmm... oh gods, Harry..."

Harry grinned and continued gently nibbling Draco's earlobe. Draco pulled Harry's shirt out of his pants and ran one hand over those perfect abdominal muscles that he'd seen so many times before.

"Wait... not here," Harry said quietly. "What if someone hears? Let's wait till tonight, ok?"

He kissed Draco gently now, waiting for the answer.

"You're right," came the breathless reply. "Tonight."

***

"Oi, Potter! You look hot. Want to go get some Butterbeer with me?"

Harry turned and looked across the street. Blaise Zabini had clearly noticed his change of wardrobe. Harry was just about to say no to his offer - when Draco cut in.

"Back off, Zabini, he's mine," Draco yelled to him.

They continued walking, Harry desperately trying to ignore that somewhat lusty comments being directed at him.

"Hey, Harry, what's up? You look...different," a Hufflepuff fifth year girl asked.

Draco turned towards her and her friends and yelled, "Stop making passes at my boyfriend!" Then he aimed the Malfoy death glare at them and they scattered.

"Why the bloody hell is everyone hitting on you?" he snarled, throwing daggers with his eyes at the various people openly checking out Harry.

"No idea," Harry replied, pushing Seamus' arm off his shoulders. "Seamus! Stop it; you know I'm with Draco!"

Seamus opened his mouth to speak, but Draco pulled out his wand and narrowed his eyes to two molten slits of fury.

"Everybody, listen!" he directed at the crowd now forming around Harry. "If I see one more person hitting on my boyfriend, I'll bloody rip out your tongue and shove it up your arse!! AND THEN I'LL GET MY FATHER TO FINISH YOU OFF! UNDERSTAND?" he spat.

There was silence. Then someone yelled, "Potter, I want to have your babies!"

Two rather tall Slytherin seventh-years started making their way towards Harry, lust obvious in their eyes. One grabbed the front of Harry's new shirt and was about to kiss him, when Draco shouted, "Densuago!"

"Harry, are you ok?" Draco asked, still keeping his wand up.

"Yeah," Harry replied, trying to get away from the crowd. "Get away from me!"

Three extremely beautiful girls stepped toward Harry, unnoticed by Draco, and started whispering devilish things into his ears. Harry's eyes widened, and at that moment, Draco turned around, spotting his boyfriend apparently enjoying himself with them.

"Harry..." he trailed off.

Harry realized what that must have looked like and hastened to tell his boyfriend that it was wrong. Draco looked hurt, and it tore his heart to see him like that.

"Draco, no! It's not what it looks like," Harry tried to explain, raising Draco's lowered chin to meet his eyes. "You know I only have eyes for you."

And then he kissed him. Hard and passionate, right in plain view of the crowd. There were lots of disappointed groans when Harry announced, "I'm not available to anybody but Draco Malfoy. NOT available, got that? Not now... not ever," he finished, looking into Draco's eyes.

Draco melted under Harry's stare and nodded his head.

The two wizards walked down the street towards Hogwarts hand in hand.

***

"So... you really meant it?" Draco asked.

Harry looked up. "Meant what?"

"When you said you only have eyes for me," Draco replied, sitting down on his bed next to Harry.

Harry kissed Draco's temple and replied, "Of course. I love you."

Draco smiled and planted a kiss on Harry's lips. "Love you, too."

"Did you mean what you said in the store?" Harry asked, a smile twitching his lips. "About you being the one to take the pants off me tonight?"

"I plan to do just that," Draco whispered before snaking a hand up Harry's thigh.

"Glad you said that," Harry said. "Because..."

And he pulled the pair of black leather pants from his shopping bag.

***