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There was nothing like spending your Saturday morning in a potions lab trying to complete a partnered project with the Golden Boy himself. He, who has volunteered to be his personal bodyguard, roommate, class partner, and overall pain in the arse by the way of golden retriever antics spiced up with a mouth that could parry sass and sarcasm against Draco with frustrating ease.
Currently, said arse pain was supposed to be returning the first round of ingredients and bringing forth the next, but apparently said task could not be done without a running commentary. Draco rolled his eyes as he measured out Dragon Star seed powder. Precision was key but letting Harry call him a pointy potions prat without the retort remarking on Harry being a dumb speckled git was just unreasonable.
He flicked his eyes up, ready to lay out his lovely reprisal when he bore witness Harry bent over digging around in the ingredient cupboard. Those stupid, frankly criminal, grey joggers that he insisted on wearing on the weekend practically no matter what, hugged his arse so damn well. Getting an eyeful, Draco craved to walk up to that arse and slid his hand over one globe and grip, just see how much he could squeeze in one hand.
Was it soft like the bottoms suggest or was it tight from the hard work Harry put into his body for stress relief? What would it be like to sink his teeth into that flesh? He’d love to make it raw with his teeth marks and soothe them over with kisses and kitten licks.
Daydreaming of the taste of Harry’s arse, Draco absentmindedly tipped the Dragon Star seed powered into the main cauldron instead of the mini one they had set up to create a liquid solution before adding it to the main cauldron. The liquid burped as dread filled Draco’s body. He whispered a quick, “Oh shit,” and the once thin and slippery blue potion turned thick and gooey shooting straight up out of the cauldron to hit the ceiling and pour down over Draco.
He gaped like a fish, trying to breathe through the downfall of thickened fluid. He could feel it slide down his back between his robes. He was rooted and blind, unable to wipe his eyes clear because he could feel that his hands were covered in the goo too. Faintly, under the goop coating his hair over his ears, he heard Harry’s boisterous belly laugh. Hands dripping, he flipped Harry off, only making him laugh harder. Sputtering goop that was trying to slip between his lips, Draco bitched, “You think you could pull yourself together anytime soon and help me?”
Harry snorted, “Sure thing, Princess.” Draco would roll his eyes if he could open them, he’d just have to settle for a delayed glare after Harry was through wiping his eyes clear. “This stuff isn’t toxic right? Do we need to get you to Madam Pomfrey?” Harry continued to wipe away the rivets off Draco’s face and around his lips. Harry’s brows were furrowed in concentration, the downtick on his lips telling Draco that despite his inability to walk away from a chance to laugh at him he was genuinely concerned for his safety.
While always pleased to be reminded that Harry did like him, in a friend capacity, of course, he could not contain the pouting grumble of his reply, “No, completely harmless, just a bitch to get off. It can only be spelled off of inorganic materials.” Harry’s eyes twinkled as he dropped the towel into Draco’s hands so he could wipe his hands off and the mirth of the situation returned to his face.
“Well, in that case,” Harry waved his wand, sending the unused ingredients back to the cupboard and vanishing the goop off the table and floor, leaving Draco as the only mess left, “let’s get you into a bath.”
Harry was grinning too much for Draco’s liking, making him huff and storm off towards their dorm. Harry snickered behind him, scourgifying the ground in Draco’s goopy wake. Draco thanked all the stars in the sky that they didn’t come across anyone on their trek across the castle. He didn’t know what he did to be so lucky, because he did know all the reasons why karmically there should have been a lineup of students to witness his crime-covered shame.
The individual bathrooms in the eighth-year dorms were without a bathtub which was unfortunate for Draco’s need for soaking. While Draco had planned on just taking the longest shower imaginable, Harry transfigured a mug into a full tub in the middle of their now, very cramped bathroom. He filled it with water and bubbles while Draco grumbled and grunted off his goopy layers of clothes. He was down to his pants when he looked up to find Harry pulling a stool into the room and sitting down beside the tub. Draco furrowed his brows and placed his fists on his hips, “What in Merlin’s name are you doing?”
“Well, I’m not about to kneel on the tile, that’ll kill,” he commented with the stupidest duh look on his stupid face.
Draco scoffed and posed a perfectly reasonable question, “Why the fuck do you think you have any reason to be a part of my bath?”
Harry snorted folding his arms and sitting back as if he was comfortable on the stool, “Your hair and back are covered in it; you’re telling me you think you can get it all yourself?”
Draco pouted and crossed his arms over his chest. Harry might have a point, however, being fully nude while Harry touched him was not going to go over very well. He didn’t suppose friends liked it when you popped a boner in front of them. Only so much imagining Snape in a bikini could be done, there was no way he was getting away without a boner.
Harry rolled his eyes. “Stop being so stubborn. Get in the tub before that stuff dries. Somehow, I imagine it gets even more permanent if it gets to cement into you. Then we’ll have to shave your pretty hair which will be a damn shame.”
Damn, he was probably right, he didn’t know what it would do dry but based on the pinching feeling he was getting in some spots of his skin, it wasn’t going to be good.
Draco stomped his foot lightly and huffed, “Fine, but close your eyes or turn around while I get in.”
Harry chuckled but humored him, closing his eyes and covering them with his hands. “You know we’re both blokes, right? Blokes who have lived in dorms with multiple boys for years now. Blokes who live with each other currently for months now. You don’t have to be prudish around me.”
Draco stuck his tongue out at him even though he couldn’t see it. He quickly stepped out of his pants and slipped into the tub. “Just because I don’t want to strip and climb into a tub right in front of your face doesn’t make me a prude,” he snipped. Draco tried to punctuate it with a pissy huff but as he sank into the perfectly warm water with a thick coating of suds and bubbles on the surface, his huff exhaled into a pleasant sigh.
“Can I open my eyes now, prude?”
“Yes, pervert,” Draco retorted, making Harry chuckled as he dropped his hands. Harry’s eyes raked over Draco, examining the extent of the goop on him.
“Dunk under the water and get your hair wet, and I’ll start on your hair while you scrub your hands,” Harry ordered.
Draco nodded and slide under, taking care to keep his body under the water, impressed with the depth Harry put in the tub that allowed him to get his whole body underneath. When he broke back through the surface, he gasped around the water running down his face. He pushed stray hairs away from his face and wiped off his eyes with the hand towel Harry passed him. Harry had to have accioed all of Draco’s soaps and shampoos over to them handing Draco the bar of soap while he poured shampoo into his hands.
Draco cringed at the excess as Harry scrubbed it over his head. However, Draco lost all coherent thoughts from the feeling of Harry’s fingers massaging through his gooey locks. Draco leaned into the pressure, his lips falling open just enough for puffs of air to escape as he found heaven in Harry’s hands. His eyes fluttered closed as Harry slid a hand along the side of Draco’s face cupping under his chin gently tipping his head back.
“Keep your eyes closed, I’m going to rinse out your hair,” he instructed softly. Draco hummed his assent, sighing again as warm water flowed over his hair directed by Harry’s wand and aided with Harry’s firm fingers scrubbing through. After guiding him to lean his head back up, Harry went in with more shampoo to deeply massaging his scalp and strands.
Draco whimpered when Harry pressed his thumbs into the base of his skull. “Never stop doing that.”
Harry laughed and pressing in deeper. “Here I was worried that I wouldn’t be good at washing someone else’s hair. Never done it before.”
“You’ve got natural talent, Harry. You should go into hairdressing. Be the Boy Who Lived to Wash Hair,” Draco mumbled with a grin, pushing his head into Harry’s hands. Harry laughed, inspiring Draco’s grin to grow wider.
“Can you imagine it? Me going up to McGonagall and telling her, ‘Professor, I’ve found my calling. My next contribution to the Wizarding World is really good hair washes’,” Harry snorted, clearly thinking about saying it to her face just to see it in person.
Draco hoped that if he did pull off trying to convince the Headmistress of such an unexpected profession that he would share the memory with him.
“You could call your place, “Savior’s Salon,” he supplied cheekily.
“My mission statement being wanting to give the people what I can’t have - fabulous hair,” Harry proclaimed.
Draco hummed, “Yeah, I think people might not take you seriously with your bird’s nest of a head. You have to that cut.”
Harry shrugged one shoulder as he rinsed the hand free of soap in the bathwater, “I can’t. It just grows back immediately.”
Draco popped open a single eye to look at Harry, “What?”
Harry cupped Draco’s chin again and tilted his head back up to rise his hair again, as he explained, “My hair can only be cut so much because it grows back almost immediately. It’s got a mind of its own. Hermione actually cut my hair while we were on the run and she had to use impediment charms to keep it in place until she was finished. She was far more successful than anyone has ever been in the past.” Harry finished his hair off running his conditioner through the strains.
Draco sighed again as Harry ran a comb over his hair, “Have you ever tried your grandfather’s hair potion?”
“What? My grandfather’s hair potion?” Harry’s voice was thick with confusion.
Draco pulled away and turned to look at Harry with a furrow to his brow, “Fleamont Potter, maker of the Sleakeasy Hair potion? He’s part of why you’re so bloody rich. Actually, part of the reason I grew up wealthy too. My father has stocks in the company.”
“I had no idea. And no, I’ve never used it before.” Harry spoke wistfully, his eyes dropped away from Draco. He reached out for Draco’s head and commanded softly, “Tilt your head forward, there’s a knot in the back of your head.” They fell quiet while he worked the teeth through the tangle. “I guess I could tell McGonagall that I am following my family business of hair care,” He said weakly like he was trying to dispel the thick atmosphere with a joke.
“That you could.” Draco thought of all the days he spent with his parents studying his family’s genealogy and history. He could tell Harry every little detail of his lineage on both of his parent’s sides including knowing the names and marriages of all of his extended family out 6 degrees and 3 removed. And Harry didn’t even know he had an accomplished grandfather. He wondered if he could get his hands on Harry’s family tree. He wasn’t sure if he could get his mother’s info but the Potter’s were an influential pureblood family. There were bound to be records of it somewhere.
He felt Harry twist his hair up and lock it against his scalp with the comb. He felt the scrub of the towel rub against the back of his neck, he had to tighten his core to prevent it from being pushed into the water as Harry scrubbed harder into his skin, trying to budge the drying grime. Draco finally kicked into scrubbing his hands, wrists, neck, and face free of the gunk, once again enjoying the deep massage of Harry’s touch. “Or you could go into massage therapy,” Draco sighed, “You have the hands of a god, Harry. Sure, at first you’d have a lineup of people just wanting to be naked and alone with the Golden Boy touching them but then the line will just as long as soon as they all realize that it’s your god-like hands that are golden.”
Harry barked out a laugh, “I don’t know how I’d feel touching naked people.”
“You seem to be touching me without aversion,” Draco pointed out with an amused lilt.
“Yeah, but I like touching you, remember? That’s what our friends harass us mercilessly about,” he teased, rolling his eyes. Harry released his amusement for concentration as he tapped his back with easy authority, “Up on your knees, I need to get more of your back.”
Draco blushed feverously determined to keep his face turned out of sight as he obeyed Harry’s orders. His cock twitched as his mind unhelpfully tortured him with replays of Harry telling him to get on his knees. Harry worked in silence as Draco measured his breathing, trying to will his boner down although it was a little bit like trying to swim up tide every time Harry’s hands replaced the rag and slid across his bare back.
Harry froze and Draco froze with him, worried Harry had picked up on the boner that Draco was fitfully trying to keep hidden under the water and blocked out of sight with where he placed his grip on the tub edge. “Draco,” Harry whispered.
“Yes?” he whispered back.
“Um, uh. Some of the goop has,” Harry swallowed hard.
“Has what?”
Trailing a finger down his spine, Harry’s voice wavered, “Has gone all the way down your back and,” Harry’s finger has stopped a few inches above his arse still mostly submerged in the sudsy water, “And down between your cheeks.”
Draco’s face flamed and his mouth went dry at a loss for how to respond. His eyes flicked up in a panic but noticed that the bathroom mirror was angled perfectly for him to see Harry’s face. His face was flushed, eyes zeroed in on the line of mess leading down under the line of water. Draco watched Harry wet his lips and take shallow breaths, want so evident on his face. He felt like he was going to throw up with nervousness about the opportunity presenting itself here. Willing the shake out of voice, Draco said, “Well, I won’t be able to see if I got it all if I did it myself.”
“Right,” Harry squeaked.
Draco leaned up higher on his knees, bending forward just enough to give Harry full access. Draco couldn’t tell if he imagined it but Harry might have whimpered as he presented himself. He felt goosebumps raise over his skin when the pad of Harry’s finger trailed down his bony spine to right where his cheeks parted. Draco bit his lip to keep from whimpering himself. Harry took the soap to his skin, petting the skin with the towel instead of scrubbing as he had with the rest of his back.
Draco prayed his panting wasn’t evident when Harry’s left hand slid down his back and parted his arse cheeks, making Draco’s arsehole completely exposed. Harry’s thumb ghosted over the area, definitely not enough pressure to clean. Draco’s eyes closed, all the blood so effectively residing in his prick that he felt dizzy. His hands gripped the sides of the tub with fevered strength, his knuckles whitening as Harry squeezed the rag over his lower bac, sending little rivers down his crack. Harry pressed against the skin above his arsehole a little harder and Draco definitely panted audibly which he took as a partial win over the whine that wanted to squeal out of his throat. He fought himself against pushing back into Harry’s hand to his arsehole that couldn’t help but flex under the attention.
After one more pass of trickling water and a ghost of a touch to the puckered hole, Harry’s voice cracked, “All clean.”
Draco shuddered, “All clean?”
Harry cleared his throat, “Yup.” Draco opened his eyes to the mirror and watched Harry pant silently behind him. He watched as his face flickered between relieved and disappointed as Draco lowered his hips back under the water.
“Harry,” Draco whispered. And his eyes flicked up and met Draco’s in the mirror with unreadable intensity. Draco turned slowly and looked him directly in the face. Up close he could see all that the foggy mirror hid. All the vibrant want was proven by the locked-in stare on his lips when Draco’s tongue slipped out to wet them. “Harry,” he whispered again, and Harry whimpered.
Quickly, before he lost his nerve, Draco grabbed Harry’s jumper and pulled him closer. His other hand took Harry’s face in his palm and guided their lips together. After a single touch, Harry ignited, pitching forward to cradle Draco’s face in his hands. As their tongues met, Draco pulled Harry closer yet, crashing him into the tub splashing water over the edges. Neither cared that he was still fully clothed and sitting twisted on Draco’s lap in the tub with his feet still hanging over the edge. Draco’s hands wandered through his hair and down his neck and shoulder’s impeded by the jumper absorbing the bathwater.
Draco plunged his hands under the water to find the hem of the jumper trying to peel the garment over his head without pulling their lips apart. Harry laughed and took over parting with his soggy jumper. “Get rid of it all while you’re at it,” Draco demanded.
Harry smirked, “Yes, sir.” When the jumper slapped to the floor, Harry leaned forward and chucked off his shoes and socks. His joggers proving to be the hardest feature from his position, so Draco had to help him back out of the tub for him to drop them off his waist. It did not go past Draco’s notice that there were no pants under those joggers. Not even his wet dreams had imagined that he had been walking around commando.
Draco wished he had moved just slightly slower so he could have really looked at his cock, but his wishes were tossed aside when Harry climbed back into the tub and threw Draco’s legs over the sides of him and pulled him flush against him. They both whined when their enthusiastic cocks touched for the first time. Harry rolled their hips together and jammed his lips against Draco’s. Harry’s pulled the comb out of Draco’s head to weaved his hand against his scalp. His other arm stayed around his waist pulling Draco impossibly closer as his fingers glided down his back. Draco whined into Harry’s mouth as one of Harry’s fingers rubbed a delightful circle around his arsehole. He gripped tight Harry’s neck holding onto dear life to sneak his hand between them and fist both their cocks. Each jerk of his fist was a rush of pleasure and a splash of water out of the tub. Harry pressed against Draco’s hole making Draco keen as the tip breached.
Draco panted into Harry’s mouth, “I’m close.”
“Me too, love.” Draco picked up speed until the sparks in his balls tightened and his cum shot out over them. So determined to finish Harry, he kept going and whimpering Harry’s name as the sensitivity grew too strong. Harry grunted and came, adding to their mess. Draco dropped his hand into the murky water and leaned his forehead onto Harry’s shoulder. Harry’s finger left his arsehole and trailed up and down his spine as they caught their breath.
Draco broke first, his body shaking as he giggled into Harry, “What the bloody hell just happened?”
Harry quickly dissolved into matching guffaws, “I think we just made a lot of people richer and others poorer.” Harry bowed his face into Draco’s neck and pressed a kiss to the skin, “God, Draco, that was…” Draco extended his neck soliciting for more neck kisses which he was rewarded. He hummed with happiness as he felt the edges of Harry’s smile in every kiss.
“Thrilling? Overdue? A good time? The first of many?” He offered starting with a teasing lilt that pinched to unsure hope.
Harry chuckled into his skin, “Definitely all of that. Especially that last one,” a mischievous rumble rolled out, “Actually…” Giving him no time to prepare, Harry strongarmed Draco’s waist to his body and pitched to his feet using the edge of the tub to propel himself forward with Draco still wrapped around him. Draco yelped in surprise and held on tight as water cascaded all over the floor. “How do you feel about round two in the shower?” Draco laughed with a life-or-death grip on Harry as Harry worked his way out of the tub and into the shower. His feet didn’t touch the floor again until they were enclosed in the shower stall.
He held Harry’s face in both his hands and kissed him senseless, “I could be amenable to that.”
Harry snorted and rolled his eyes with a grin, “My boyfriend, a sassy git.”
Draco froze. Did he really want him as a boyfriend? Could they do that? Can he have that?
Harry gave his hips a gentle squeeze and sway, “Hey, is that okay if I call you my boyfriend? I’m not really looking to be anything less if you feel the same way about me as I feel about you and I think you do?”
Draco swallowed with big eyes and summoned the same bravery as earlier to nodded furiously and cover Harry’s face with simple kisses. Harry laughed fully, letting himself be engulfed in kisses as he spun their bodies around so he could reach for the shower nozzle, drenching them once more.