A few days later Pansy silently handed him a slim package wrapped in brown paper.

Harry took it, quickly shoving it into his bag and nearly running away with a mumbled thanks. The entire day, it was all he could think about. As soon as his last class finished, he practically ran up to his tower dorm.

Once he was certain Draco wasn't there, he dropped his bag and on his desk, pulling out books and crumpled notes until he found the package on the very bottom. His hands were shaking as he pulled off the course twine and cheap brown paper to the elegant white box inside.

Harry sat on the edge of his bed, shrugging off his robes as he lifted off the lid and a thin sheet of tissue paper, revealing a pair of neatly folded knickers. Harry held it up with trepidation and felt a mixture of relief and disappointment that it was just a simple black silk bikini brief. Under that, a garter belt, also simple black silk, but with a touch of lace on the v's that held the white ribbons and garter clasps.

The door sprang open, and Draco stepped inside, looking a out of breath like he'd run up the tower, a pinch between his eyes that deepened into a furrow as he laid eyes on Harry and his box.

Harry quickly put the knickers back and futilely pressed his hands over the tissue paper, his face instantly getting hot.

"What-" Draco started, but his words were choked off by rage.

Harry shook his head, "N-".

"Going through my things, Potter?" Draco ground out, "Having a bit of a laugh?"

"No!" Harry blurted, "No, it's not-"

"Then what is it? Blackmail?" Draco stormed over and snatched the box from his hands.

Harry stood, trying to grab it back.

"Looking for-" Draco narrowed his eyes and pushed the tissue further out of the way, "...evidence...?"

"no," Harry repeated faintly, his words fading to smoke, "They're... mine."

Draco lifted the pants, then the garter belt before looking back at Harry.

With those slate grey eyes bearing into him, Harry found himself blurting out, "I know, it's stupid, I mean I'd look ridiculous, I can't even- and I'd never look as good as you, I don't know-"

"Potter."

Harry shakily reached for the box, "I just couldn't stop thinking about it and just- just-"

A cool hand caught Harry's and stole all his words away. Draco stepped closer, just a heartbeat away. If Harry leaned forward, just slightly, Draco's nose would brush across his forehead, and Harry could imagine tilting his chin up, rising to the balls of his feet to kiss him-

"Did Pansy tell you?" Draco asked.

Harry hesitated knowing there was no good explanation.

Draco huffed, "Some type of aparecium viewing spell, then? I was afraid of that."

"You- You knew I would spy on you?" Harry said.

"I saw how you were watching me. You've always been unbearably nosey. Although, I didn't think this would be the outcome," Draco said glancing down at the box in his hands, "If you want to wear them, wear them. For yourself."

Draco's gaze made him feel like his heart was going to beat out of his chest. "You wear them for yourself?" Harry repeated, staring at Draco's perfectly pressed collar, neatly buttoned all the way to the top.

"I like how I feel," Draco said.

"...How do you feel?" Harry asked, glancing up.

Draco tilted his head down, his lips brushing Harry's hair, "Powerful. Defiant. I feel like-" he breathed in, "-myself."

Harry shivered.

Draco's hand slipped away, and he took a step back, "I apologise for wrongly assuming your intentions and for yelling. It wasn't needed or called for."

Harry shook his head dismissively, "It's- It's fine." He shivered again. It felt like there was a pool of cold air where Draco had been standing.

"Pansy picked them out?" Draco asked.

Harry nodded.

Draco carefully put everything in the box as it had been and held it out, "She has good taste."

It felt as if they were dancing around something big had unknown to a song neither of them knew. It was strange and awkward, but Harry absolutely didn't want it to end.

Harry looked at the box in Draco's hands, "I don't think I can wear them."

Draco frowned.

Harry swallowed hard, charging ahead before he lost his nerve, "Because, in my dreams, you're dressing me. That's- That's what I want."

Draco's eyes darkened, "You want me-?"

Harry licked his lips. He wanted- he wanted, and so he nodded.

Draco was studying him, apprehensive but edged with hope, "I could do that." He reached out, gently tugging Harry's tie loose and pulling him close again.

Harry's breathing hitched.

"You're certain?" Draco dragged the tie down until the tail slipped free and it fell to the ground.

"Yeah," Harry said, "Yeah, I'm certain."

Draco tossed the box onto Harry's bed, fingertips slipping between the buttons on his shirt, pressing a button through the hole and slowly slid up to the next.

"Then allow me to help you," Draco said quietly. He popped open Harry's collar, pushing the cloth aside and tracing over his collarbone and down his chest, opening the rest of the buttons with agonising slowness.

Harry felt needy and impatient and was already getting hard, and it must have shown on his face because Draco's smile grew. He slid his hands over Harry's hips, thumbnails grazing across the skin of his waist and slipping below the line of his waistband as he pulled them back. He unzipped Harry's jeans, and cupping Harry's cock through his boxers with an appreciative hum.

His cock jumped at the touch, and Harry gasped, clutching Draco's sleeve to keep himself upright.

Draco took Harry's hand, running his thumb over Harry's fingers and then bringing it up to press a kiss on his palm, "Rough. I like it but..." he turned and opened his drawer on their shared bedside cabinet and took out a little pot. He took a dab of the cream inside and swiped into onto Harry's hand before beginning to massage it into his palm and then each finger in turn, "we can't have them catching on the silk." He took Harry's other hand as he finished the first.

Harry couldn't stop himself from groaning. He felt- he wanted more but inexplicably, he also wanted to see what Draco would do, to see how he would touch him next.

"There," Draco murmured, keeping hold of Harry's hand and pressing into the curve of his neck.

Harry brushed his fingers through the fine hair at the nape of Draco's neck, "Kiss me?"

Draco hummed distractedly, covering Harry's hand possessively.

"Draco,-" Harry huffed impatiently and tilted his head up, pressing his lips to Draco's. "Is that alright?" he breathed as he pulled away.

"Yes," Draco said, wrapping an arm around Harry and pulling him tight to his body to kiss him back. He tilted his head, tongue darting out to swipe across Harry's lips and Harry opened his mouth to deepen the kiss.

Harry was certain he could have kissed Draco forever and never tired of it, the entire focus of his world narrowing down to Draco's lips and tongue.

Draco pulled away, his eyes combing over every inch of Harry's face. He cupped Harry's cheek and slid up to run his fingers through his hair, pressing another kiss to his lips, "You're distracting me."

"If that's what it takes to distract you, I'd like to do it all the time," Harry said leaning forward and kissing Draco again and again.

Draco slid both hands down Harry's sides, pushing Harry's jeans and boxers down his thighs and pushing Harry backwards onto his bed in one breathless moment.

Harry grabbed the sheets, his heart pounding as Draco slowly knelt in front of him. He pulled off Harry's shoes and socks, and his jeans and pants, leaving Harry in nothing but his unbuttoned shirt with his hard leaking cock on display.

"What are we going to do about this?" Draco mused, glancing up at Harry through his lashes with a lopsided smile. He reached out and drew a fingertip up the underside of Harry's cock making it jump, "You could take care of it, of course, or I could lend a hand, or mouth."

"Merlin," Harry bit his lip until it hurt, "Your mouth?"

"I was hoping you'd say that," Draco said. He tugged on Harry's calf, "to the edge of the bed if you would."

Harry shifted forward until he was sat right on the edge, his spread knees brushing Draco's sides.

Draco slid his hands up, thumb pressing into Harry's inner thigh,his pale hands contrasting beautifully against Harry's darker skin. He leaned forward, sweeping his tongue over the head of Harry's weeping cock. Harry gasped, clutching the sheets as Draco wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, squeezing and twisting his wrist as he pulled up, and his mouth following his hand back down.

Harry's whole body twitched. Draco tongue curled around his cock as he dipped his head, moving down slowly as if he wanted to memorize the shape of Harry's cock with his mouth. Draco looked up at him through his fringe and Harry unwound his grip on the bed to brush Draco's hair from his forehead, combing his fingers through the silky strands. Draco groaned around Harry's cock, squeezing Harry's thigh as he sped up.

It took every ounce of control Harry had not to move, not to twitch his hips up to meet Draco's mouth. His breathing became ragged and caught between groans, the only word his mouth seemed to know was Draco-Draco-Draco, said like a plea or a prayer, he didn't know.

Through the haze of building pleasure, Harry tugged on Draco's hair, gasping, "gonnacome-"

Draco's mouth slipped off his cock, replaced with his hand, twisting at the top of every stroke. He licked his swollen lips, swiping his thumb over the slit of Harry's cock, urging him, "Come, Harry. Come for me."

Harry shuddered and gasped, back arching as he came with a groan, come streaking his stomach. Harry leaned forward, and Draco grabbed the collar of his shirt, pressing his forehead against Harry's. He brushed his fingers lightly over Harry's cheeks as his breathing started to slow back to normal and kissed him with lips Harry could have sworn were trembling.

He pulled away all too soon, fumbling in his robes for his wand and casting a gentle cleaning charm over Harry.

Harry let himself fall back on the bed with a thud and truly ridiculous grin.