Harry heard the rustle of tissue paper and pushed himself up onto one elbow, watching as Draco took a stocking from the box. It had two inches of black silk at the top, attached to simple white stockings. The toe and heel were black, and there was a single, bold black seam running up the back, like a line of ink on parchment.

Draco gathered up the stocking and looked up at Harry, who lifted his foot. The fabric was smooth, sticking tight to him like a second skin. Draco's fingers skimmed slowly up his leg as he pulled them up.

Harry sat up as Draco put on the second stocking and stretching both feet out when he was done. The stockings weren't entirely opaque, Harry could still see a hint of his skin colour underneath, and the effect was striking.

Draco took the knickers out and put Harry's feet through them, "On your feet, Potter."

Harry stood, and shivered as Draco drew them up. Taking his time pulling the cool silk over Harry's arse.

"One more," Draco murmured, picking up the garter belt and undoing the little clasp at the back. He ringed his arms around Harry to put it on, grazing his hands over the silk and Harry's waist as he drew back. He took each garter clasp and attached it to the tops of the stockings, tugging them tight. The ribbons pressed to Harry's skin as the garter belt dropped tight to his hips.

Draco took a step back, looking Harry over with a hungry expression. He pulled his bottom lip through his teeth and held out his hand, "Come here." When Harry took it, Draco drew him to the centre of the room, taking out his wand and conjuring a full-length mirror on the back of the door.

Harry stared at the reflection. He let his shirt slip off his shoulders and pool on the floor, turning slowly, trying to see himself from all angles. Black and white on brown skin. The colours were nice, and the clothes were nice, but it was still him, even flushed with his hair looking properly shagged for once. He just looked like him.

Draco stepped behind him, trailing his hands down Harry's arms, "You look good."

Harry watched Draco's hands spread over the garter belt, down his hips.

"Simple and striking," Draco said, "Do you like it?"

Harry looked up and saw the mirror he had been hoping for. Draco's expression said he was beautiful. He looked as if he could drown in Harry.

"Heels," Harry said.

"What?"

"It would look better with heels, wouldn't it?" Harry suggested.

Draco summoned Harry's shoes and silently transfigured the scuffed tenners into a pair of black stilettos. He set them in front of Harry, kneeling down to help him put them on.

Harry tried to balance on the narrow heel and nearly turned an ankle, catching himself on Draco's shoulder. Draco waited until Harry was steady before standing and taking his hand.

Harry wobbled again and squeezed Draco's hand tight. He laughed, "They're not even that tall!"

"The heel's very narrow. I'm afraid I only know how to transfigure the one kind," Draco apologised, not looking guilty at all.

"We're the same height now," Harry grinned.

"What's it like not have your nose in everyone's armpit, then?" Draco teased, trying not to smile.

Harry glared at him half-heartedly, "I'm not that short!"

"You admit you are short then?" Draco raised an eyebrow.

"You're just too tall. Prick," Harry said, sliding his hand around the back of Draco's neck and pulling him into a kiss.

Draco pulled him close, kissing along Harry's jaw and down his neck, scraping his teeth over Harry's collarbone, murmuring into his skin, "Merlin, I want to fuck you."

Harry shuddered, burying his hands in Draco's hair, "I think...I want you to."

Draco's head jerked up, "You-? You do?"

"I've never- I'd like to try. " Harry's words caught in his throat in a wave of nerves and anticipation and he had to clear his throat before he could go on, "You'd stop if I changed my mind, wouldn't you?"

"Yes," Draco said without an ounce of hesitation.

Harry kissed him, "I want to see your lace." He slid his hands down Draco's side, letting his fingertips catch on the edges of the garter belt he could feel under Draco's shirt.

"Do you now?" Draco smirked, taking a step back and starting on the buttons at his collar.

Harry kicked off the high heels and undid the garter belt and let it drop, the stockings slipping off with it and pooling on the floor.

Draco stopped mid-button, glaring at the pile of silk, "You're going to ruin them."

Harry laughed and sat back down on his bed, "Says the asshole who leaves clothes and towels laying all over."

"That's different," Draco said carefully picking them up the pile, setting them back in the box, "These are tailor-made."

"They're fine. If they aren't, I can just buy another. You can even pick it out," Harry offered.

Draco's breath caught, and he looked hopeful and yet forlorn in equal measure.

Harry suddenly realised that Draco had thought this was a one-time thing, that Harry was just messing about, experimenting.

You-" Harry's brow furrowed, "I like you, you know?"

Draco's throat bobbed as he swallowed hard.

Harry felt his cheeks get hot with embarrassment and forced himself to continue before he lost his nerve, "I liked you before I saw you in stockings, even if I was too thick to know it." His expression softened, and he rubbed the back of his neck, "...and you quit talking to me because you fancied me as well?" He added softly, mostly to himself, "I hope."

Draco seemed frozen in place. He breathed out in a shudder and nodded fervently. He crossed the distance between them in two steps, bracing one knee on the bed and kissing Harry as if he might die if he didn't, and didn't stop until they were both gasping.