Eye Catching
Title: Eye Catching
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual situation
Word count: 705
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written as a gift for digthewriter
Summary: Draco passes on a shirt at Twilfitt and Tattings, but when he can't stop thinking about it, he returns to buy it. Problem is, someone else bought it first.
"It's perfect for you, darling."
Draco studied the shirt in the window of Twilfitt and Tattings. The silky material was a swirling pattern of black and a dark, bold green. "It's...eye catching," he finally said.
"Buy it," Pansy urged him.
"I don't know, Pans," said Draco. "It's a bit outré for me." Indeed, Draco much preferred subdued clothing in black or gray with the occasional foray into midnight blue. The only patterns he wore were on his ties. And his pants, but no one needed to know about that.
"That shirt would look smashing on you," Pansy insisted.
Draco sighed. "I'll think about it."
~*~
Draco had told Pansy he'd think about buying the black and green shirt simply to mollify her. However, he found he did keep thinking about the shirt. Maybe it was time he was more adventurous in his wardrobe choices. Besides, he was scheduled to meet up with Harry sodding Potter soon to discuss plans for the Ministry's annual Equinox Ball. Wearing such a shirt would surprise Potter, and Draco did enjoy keeping his nemesis off-balance.
~*~
It was gone.
When Draco hadn't seen the shirt in the window of Twilfitt and Tattings again, he'd walked inside to find it. The shirt wasn't there. When he described it to the clerk, she remembered seeing it.
"I know just the one you mean," she said. "It must have sold on a day when I wasn't here. Too bad, ducks," she tutted. "It would have been smashing on you."
Draco thanked her and left, feeling oddly bereft. He tried to console himself with the fact that he hadn't liked the shirt all that much to begin with.
~*~
Draco's Floo chimed, and Potter's head appeared in the flames.
"Malfoy, may I come through?"
"Of course," Draco replied, enlarging the fireplace and stepping back.
Potter emerged, flicking at a bit of ash on his shoulder.
"Let me take your coat," said Draco. He waited while Potter unbuttoned his outer coat and removed it.
"YOU!" Draco cried, upon seeing what Potter was wearing. "You stole my shirt, you odious troll!"
Potter's mouth fell open. "Wh-what?" he managed to stutter.
Draco was livid. "You're wearing my shirt!"
"I am not!" Potter protested hotly. "I bought this at Twilfitt and Tattings just this week!"
"I saw it first!"
"Then you should have bought it first!"
Draco slung Potter's coat aside and lunged at him. "Give it to me, you arsehole," he growled.
Potter tried an evasive maneuver, but he tripped over the ottoman and fell back. Draco pounced on him, tugging at the coveted shirt.
Fists and curses flew as they rolled around the floor. Draco ended up sprawled beneath Potter. Both of them were panting and sporting wood.
"Fuck it," Potter muttered, and he bent his head and seized Draco's lips in a torrid, punishing kiss.
~*~
Potter rolled away, and Draco indulged in a languorous stretch. If he was honest with himself, he and Potter had been heading for rough and tumble sex for years now. Draco hadn't reckoned on it being quite so rough and tumble, and he certainly hadn't imagined they'd shag on the floor of his parlor.
"That was-"
"Don't ruin it, Potter."
"Git." Potter sat up and searched for his glasses. He settled them on the bridge of his nose and began looking for his clothing. He came up with a pair of hot red pants with SEXY written on the back in black.
"Malfoy, you sly devil."
"I told you not to ruin it, Potter." Draco sat up and made a half-hearted grab for his pants. He scowled when Potter smirked and twitched them out of reach. Draco spied the black and green shirt nearby, and he snatched it up.
"I want this shirt," he insisted mulishly. I earned it, he thought to himself.
"Yeah, all right, I reckon you earned it," said Potter. "I want these pants in trade."
Draco thought it over. He knew where he could get another pair of SEXY pants, but as far as he knew the shirt was a one-off. "It's a deal," he said, holding out his hand.
Potter clasped Draco's hand, gave it a single shake, and then used his grip to reel Draco into another torrid snog.
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual situation
Word count: 705
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written as a gift for digthewriter
Summary: Draco passes on a shirt at Twilfitt and Tattings, but when he can't stop thinking about it, he returns to buy it. Problem is, someone else bought it first.
"It's perfect for you, darling."
Draco studied the shirt in the window of Twilfitt and Tattings. The silky material was a swirling pattern of black and a dark, bold green. "It's...eye catching," he finally said.
"Buy it," Pansy urged him.
"I don't know, Pans," said Draco. "It's a bit outré for me." Indeed, Draco much preferred subdued clothing in black or gray with the occasional foray into midnight blue. The only patterns he wore were on his ties. And his pants, but no one needed to know about that.
"That shirt would look smashing on you," Pansy insisted.
Draco sighed. "I'll think about it."
~*~
Draco had told Pansy he'd think about buying the black and green shirt simply to mollify her. However, he found he did keep thinking about the shirt. Maybe it was time he was more adventurous in his wardrobe choices. Besides, he was scheduled to meet up with Harry sodding Potter soon to discuss plans for the Ministry's annual Equinox Ball. Wearing such a shirt would surprise Potter, and Draco did enjoy keeping his nemesis off-balance.
~*~
It was gone.
When Draco hadn't seen the shirt in the window of Twilfitt and Tattings again, he'd walked inside to find it. The shirt wasn't there. When he described it to the clerk, she remembered seeing it.
"I know just the one you mean," she said. "It must have sold on a day when I wasn't here. Too bad, ducks," she tutted. "It would have been smashing on you."
Draco thanked her and left, feeling oddly bereft. He tried to console himself with the fact that he hadn't liked the shirt all that much to begin with.
~*~
Draco's Floo chimed, and Potter's head appeared in the flames.
"Malfoy, may I come through?"
"Of course," Draco replied, enlarging the fireplace and stepping back.
Potter emerged, flicking at a bit of ash on his shoulder.
"Let me take your coat," said Draco. He waited while Potter unbuttoned his outer coat and removed it.
"YOU!" Draco cried, upon seeing what Potter was wearing. "You stole my shirt, you odious troll!"
Potter's mouth fell open. "Wh-what?" he managed to stutter.
Draco was livid. "You're wearing my shirt!"
"I am not!" Potter protested hotly. "I bought this at Twilfitt and Tattings just this week!"
"I saw it first!"
"Then you should have bought it first!"
Draco slung Potter's coat aside and lunged at him. "Give it to me, you arsehole," he growled.
Potter tried an evasive maneuver, but he tripped over the ottoman and fell back. Draco pounced on him, tugging at the coveted shirt.
Fists and curses flew as they rolled around the floor. Draco ended up sprawled beneath Potter. Both of them were panting and sporting wood.
"Fuck it," Potter muttered, and he bent his head and seized Draco's lips in a torrid, punishing kiss.
~*~
Potter rolled away, and Draco indulged in a languorous stretch. If he was honest with himself, he and Potter had been heading for rough and tumble sex for years now. Draco hadn't reckoned on it being quite so rough and tumble, and he certainly hadn't imagined they'd shag on the floor of his parlor.
"That was-"
"Don't ruin it, Potter."
"Git." Potter sat up and searched for his glasses. He settled them on the bridge of his nose and began looking for his clothing. He came up with a pair of hot red pants with SEXY written on the back in black.
"Malfoy, you sly devil."
"I told you not to ruin it, Potter." Draco sat up and made a half-hearted grab for his pants. He scowled when Potter smirked and twitched them out of reach. Draco spied the black and green shirt nearby, and he snatched it up.
"I want this shirt," he insisted mulishly. I earned it, he thought to himself.
"Yeah, all right, I reckon you earned it," said Potter. "I want these pants in trade."
Draco thought it over. He knew where he could get another pair of SEXY pants, but as far as he knew the shirt was a one-off. "It's a deal," he said, holding out his hand.
Potter clasped Draco's hand, gave it a single shake, and then used his grip to reel Draco into another torrid snog.