"Should I be worried that you're grinning like that?"

"In most cases, yes, but honestly? I'm having a great time here with you."

Feeling a blush take over his face, Draco looked away, but Harry could catch his faint reply of, "me too."

"Try these on."

It was nothing special really, but Harry thought Draco would look quite good in a pair of ripped black skinny jeans. The shirt was loose and flowing with the front open, and Harry was curious to see how Draco would react to it.

"There may be some hope for you yet darling," Draco agreed, stepping out a few minutes later.

Harry bit his lip as Draco turned for him.

"Do you think you could find me something high-waisted while I try the rest of these things on?"

"Yeah," came Harry's breathless reply.

Turning away, he knew that he was on very thin ice, and it was cracking. What's the worst that would happen if he fell through? He thought Draco would catch him, he was almost certain of it.

Harry had begrudgingly accepted his feelings for the infuriating blonde years ago. Now, he thought, there was a chance at something. One of the outcomes would be this completely blowing up in his face, and honestly Harry thought that to be very likely. What in his life didn't blow up in his face? With a resigned sigh, he knocked on the door to the dressing room that Draco was in.

"Did you find them?"

"A few different pairs, yeah. Some of them have a lot of buttons," Harry warned.

"Perfect. Wait here darling."

Now, this is where things could either go extremely well, or completely blow up in Draco's face. He saw how Potter looked at him when he tried on that shirt that was open in the front. Draco had a new approach now with a crop top he had snagged on his way into the dressing room.

The first pair of jeans Potter had picked fit perfectly. They hugged Draco in all of the right places, and he was cursing himself for not experimenting with muggle clothing earlier. His mission to completely seduce Potter would carry on.

"I'm unsure about this pair," Draco lied. "Could you tell me what you think?," Draco asked innocently.

"Step out then."

"Could you step in instead? I'm not sure if I did up all the buttons right."

Draco knew for a fact that he hadn't. It helped that the buttons snapped in on a diagonal, so the confusion made more sense.

"If you don't like them I could find a new one- oh."

Draco was checking himself out in the mirror when Harry walked in, specifically looking at his arse in the jeans.

"Do you think they're too tight with the fabric?"

Draco was going to keep up his innocent facade until he had Harry exactly where he wanted him.

"I don't- don't think so."

"How will you know unless you feel the fabric? Come here."

Harry felt his feet move on his own accord, and he let Draco grab his hands and place them extremely low on his waist.

"You can't feel the fabric if you don't move your hands Potter."

Harry looked down, and then noticed that the buttons weren't done up right.

"The buttons aren't all in the right place, that's probably why?"

"Could you fix them?"

"Fuck me," Harry whispered under his breath, getting on his knees to fix the buttons.

"Oh, I'd quite like that," Draco replied lowly looking down at Harry.

"Shit."

Draco ran his hand lovingly down the side of Harry's face, and he watched Harry's pupils dilate.

"Well?"

"Get this pair," Harry instructed as he stood up.

"You're sure with the fabric?"

Harry pulled Draco close to him by his belt loops, and let his hands travel down Draco's back. Draco involuntarily shivered, causing Harry's hands to drop to his arse.

"You're absolutely sinful Draco Malfoy," he whispered, squeezing Draco's arse before leaving the dressing room. "We'll be leaving once you're done."

Draco used magic to undress and sort his clothing. He had never left a shopping centre faster in his whole life.

The drive home was silent minus the music, and Draco was practically writhing in his seat, half hard due to the electric tension in the car. Harry knew he was speeding, but he needed to get home and sort all of this out.

Draco couldn't stop staring at him, trying to figure out what he was thinking.

"See something you like?," Harry finally asked, pulling into his home.

"Very much so," came Draco's reply as he licked his lips.

"You'll have to show me what you find to be so captivating once we're inside then."

Harry chuckled to himself as Draco quickly scrambled out of the car, arms loaded up with bags and boxes. Harry wasn't done teasing yet, and decided to take his time getting out of the car as Draco was bouncing impatiently.

Draco had no idea what to do with himself once they got inside Harry's home. He watched wordlessly as Harry wandlessly sorted their bags, leaving Draco's next to the floo.

"Help me carry mine up to my room?," Harry offered.

He had never seen Draco move so fast in his life. That sounded like an invitation if Draco had ever heard one, and he was eager to accept.

Once the packages were down, he turned to Harry with lustful eyes, who was leaning against the doorframe watching Draco.

"Well?," Draco asked.

"Well what?," Harry asked with a grin, walking towards Draco slowly.

"Are you always this infuriating?"

"Oh you know I get off on infuriating you."

"What if I gave you something else to get off on?," Draco asked boldly, walking backwards until his legs hit the bed.

"Like what?"

"You'll just have to trust me and find out then won't you?"

Harry kicked off his shoes and dropped his jacket on the floor, feeling Draco's eyes burning into him the whole way.

"I trust you Draco."

The use of his first name was enough for Draco to tug Harry into him, his weight knocking Draco backwards onto the bed. Harry caught himself with his elbows, hovering above Draco.

"Show me how much you trust me Harry. I'm a visual learner."

"So am I," Harry whispered against Draco's lips.

Draco's hands immediately found Harry's neck and pulled him impossibly closer. Harry was finding it incredibly hard to hold himself up when Draco wrapped his legs around Harry's waist.

"Let go," Draco whispered.

Once Harry was lying on top of him, Draco flipped them around and straddled Harry's waist.

"Much better," Draco declared, moving to kiss along Harry's neck, occasionally rolling his hips into Harry's.

"You're so beautiful Draco. Merlin, right there sweetheart."

"You were driving me crazy calling me that you know."

"As if you're so innocent. Purposely misdoing the buttons on those jeans?"

"I had to get your attention somehow," Draco argued, sucking on Harry's neck.

"Draco you've had my attention my years. I never knew whether I wanted to push you against the wall and punch you or snog you senseless."

"Should've snogged me sooner."

"Let's make up for lost time shall we?"

"I'll leave you some new bruises then," Harry whispered, biting down on Draco's shoulder.

"Oh yes, mark me as yours. Show me how possessive you are my darling. I want people to look at me and know who I belong to"

Draco gasped as Harry grinded up into him.

"Oh you like that do you? What else do you like, hmm? Show me. Prove that I belong to you."

Both men came undone soon after that, writhing up against each other, not quite letting one take control over the other.

"Merlin, I feel like a fourth year," Draco muttered, casting a cleaning charm over them both.

"If this is what you were doing in fourth year then I missed out."

"I've never done this before," Draco admitted, moving to get up from underneath Harry.

"Neither have I," Harry replied, tightening his arms around Draco. "Fancy a cuddle?"

"You want to cuddle?," Draco asked seriously.

"Unless you don't want to, I'm not holding you hostage."

"I thought you'd want me gone."

"I told you that I enjoy your company. This was just a bonus," Harry said softly, rubbing his thumb over a love bite on Draco's neck.

"So this wasn't a one time thing?"

"I'm hoping not, but it's up to you."

"Kiss me again my darling."

"Anything for you my love."