Draco's Secret
Draco meets Potter in the corridor, while having his two gorillas behind his back XDD
Draco: There you are, Potter! Come with me, I have a surprise for you.
Crabbe (to Draco): You're now friends with Potter?
Draco (blushes and whispers coldly to Crabbe): Don't be dumb, like I'd make friends with him. It's just... actually, it's not even your business.
Harry: Alright. Lead the way, Malfoy.
And they go through corridors until they enter some room.
Draco (to his gorillas): Wait outside, it's a private talk with Potter only. Make sure nobody enters.
Crabbe: Y- yes, sure.
Draco welcomes Harry inside and shuts the door, silencing it with his magic stick, so not a single sound could be heard from the outside, then comes closer to Harry.
Draco: Harry...you...you seemed to like my...my...hobby, a lot, so... So I decided... to show you my current progress. I hope you'll enjoy it.
Draco blushed really hard as he unbuttoned his shirt. The last button was done and Draco let the shirt fall off his shoulders on the floor. He remained there standing completely topless, his pale milky skin so incredibly soft and inviting, and... oh dear, Harry's eyes slid along the prettyboy's torso and stopped at something that truly looked magical to him, a very broad and very tight belt of white leather was buried so deeply inside Draco's waist that it seemed to be wrapping the boy's very backbone. Harry placed his hands on Draco's sides, caressing the soft rounded hips. They stood there for a long while, fondling each other softly. Harry just couldn't get enough of both the sight and the feeling of Draco's body.
Draco: Harry...I... I'm doing my best right now, just for you... but.. but I can't... for too long... twenty minutes is my best record in this... as much as I love it but... it's way TOO tight for me...
Harry: It's so beautiful, Draco... Do you want me to take it off for you then?
Draco: Y- yes, that would be really nice of you...
Harry bent down until he faced Draco's belt, he pulled it with his teeth, helping with his fingers until the belt finally fell down, revealing the pale boy's very pink and super tiny waistline which refused to widen even though it was now free. Harry's lips lay on the pink skin, caressing Draco's soft flesh.
Draco (sliding his hand gently through his lover's hair): Harry...
Harry just couldn't stop kissing, caressing and playing with all this softness, it felt like magic without actually being it. He kissed that rounded belly and the well defined hipbone and played with the pinkish skin of the waist that only just started slowly getting less and less tense. Harry's hands played with Draco's very well defined lower ribs, trying to enjoy every individual rib like a piece of art. Draco's ribcage indeed was a masterpiece of beauty...