A Meeting By Chance

6. Hogwarts

The invite had arrived two days ago.  Apparently there was another function and it was to be held at Hogwarts.  There was no way that Harry was going to miss this one.  

He and Draco had a date.

And although they hadn't said a word to each other since the last function, they both knew what was coming.  In more ways than one.

The theme and the wording on the invite had caught Harry's attention the minute he opened it.  He had so many ideas with what to wear, and he really wanted to blow Draco away this time, more than he had previously.

Leather and lace.

He had gone shopping and had purchased everything that he needed for the night of the function.  But he was going to bend the rules a little.  It was probably going to be very naughty of him, but he didn't give a fuck.  His sole mission was to look stunning for one man only.

He thought that everyone would wear black - a common leather color.  He didn't want to be among those, and so had opted for a dark maroon pair of leather pants.  They hugged his assets perfectly, defining his tight muscular arse and thighs.  Hugging his cock, giving it an outline op epic proportions.  The hem reaching just under his ankle bones.

Black slide on boots on his feet.  Harry decided not to wear undies tonight, for two reasons.  The leather pants were soft inside, and he didn't want the outline of them to show anyway.  And of course, he wanted to see Draco lose his shit when he saw that he had gone commando.

His shirt was black.  Long sleeved and Harry had the stiff collar pulled up.  There was no lace here, and it was transparent.  It showed off his chest and his nipples beautifully, but he had again left most of the buttons open.  The tattoo on his back and the one over his heart could just be seen, and every time that Harry moved, it appeared that the markings would move too.

He had put earrings in both ears this time, silver stars on tiny linked chains, so that every time he moved his head, they would sway.  He had tied his hair up in the man bun that he had wanted to do for a while now, making him ooze sex and passion.  There were no glasses on his face, leaving his green eyes striking.

Grabbing his wand, he left home with nerves of steel and a skip in his step.  

His thoughts turning to the blond, as it had so many times before.

Draco wasn't a one time thing.  In the beginning Harry had made peace with the fact that if Draco didn't want anything to do with him, sexually or otherwise, he would respect that.  He wouldn't like it, and he might have to leave the country to get over him, but let's not get ahead of ourselves.

He was never one to insist on being in someone's life.  

But now.  Now he was sure that Draco wanted him.  The way his cheeks got flushed every time Harry winked at him.  He had no idea what Draco wanted from life, or even from him, but the blond had to know that Harry wasn't a player.  He wanted him in every sense of the word.

Not entirely sure what Draco was getting out of their date, except maybe a good roll in sack.  If Draco didn't want to take this further, Harry was already at the losing end.  He was in love with the Slytherin, he had accepted that ages ago.  He had been for a while now, but he would like to count tonight as a win.  Even if they didn't have sex, just being in his company would be enough for Harry.  

But he was of one mind that there was definitely going to sex tonight, because the foreplay had been hot!

Arriving at his old school, he felt a bit of nostalgia come over him.  Oh the memories that he had made here, with his friends and his teachers.  The big doors were already open and it seemed that the party was in full swing.  

He walked inside slowly and saw that most of the people there had indeed decided on black leather.  Boring!!  He saw so many familiar faces, and smiled at some of them.  He made small talk with some on his way to the champagne fountain.  Then he felt someone grab his elbow.

Turning around, he saw that Pansy's mouth was open at the sight of him.  "Merlin Potter - if I wasn't into women, I would take you into a cupboard and insist that you fuck my brains out", she said with absolutely no shame.

He laughed out loud at her words, and pulled her into a hug.  "Thank you Pansy - you look hot yourself", he said and winked at her.  After a while, he excused himself saying that he had a date to find.  

Pansy begged him to tell her who it was, when he quietly whispered in her ear, "That sexy blond I was telling you about.  And if I'm late, he's going to hex my dick off", and then vanished to find him, making Pansy smile.

He moved slowly, scanning the hall.  While he was looking for Draco, everyone else had parted to make a path for him to walk, and they were all looking at him in awe.  The way his eyes would move and flit, as if he were looking for someone in particular.  His hair that looked gorgeous in a man bun.  

The chest of his that was so defined, it made people open their mouths and gawk at him in a way that had no shame.  People trying to gain his attention, but Harry wasn't phased.

He had found his prize.  The minute Harry laid eyes on him, he had stopped walking and just stared ahead of him.

There, standing at the bar with a glass of whiskey in his hand was the most beautiful look he had ever seen on Draco.  He was wearing white leather pants, and a soft pink transparent shirt, that had more buttons open than last time.  The stiff collar and the cuffs were of lace, and again there was glitter in his hair, making him shine.

His one eyebrow was raised in a snobbish manner, and Harry couldn't help but grin at the expression.  He knew - he just knew - that Draco was going to say something about the way he was dressed.

Harry picked up speed, wanting to be next to the man immediately.

"Potter - you certainly know how to make an entrance", he scoffed.

Harry had no idea what he was talking about.  "Malfoy - what are you on about?", he asked.

"Everyone staring at you - it's undignified", he said and raised his eyes.  

Harry asked the barman for a glass of whiskey, foregoing his champagne tonight.

"I don't care about them", he said in a sultry voice.  "And I'm pretty sure that they were all looking at you - you look fucking gorgeous", he said.

Draco licked his lips and thanked him for the compliment.  "And you Potter - look positively, devastatingly hot", he said after taking a deep breath, and bracing himself for the reaction.

Harry laughed out loud.  "Thank you love", he said in Draco's ear, making the man shiver from the heat, and the endearment that Harry had used.

"Love?", asked Draco in a whisper of his own, taking a sip.

Harry's eyes darkened.  "Yeah", and then bit his bottom lip in a challenge that if Draco wanted to address it, now was the time.

He didn't say anything.  They stood at the bar, each nestling their glasses and taking sips.  Paying little attention to the others at the party, the sexual tension between them was becoming thicker by the minute.  They made small talk, but the both wanted to leave.

Every time Harry would move or talk, or laugh or do anything it had Draco go weak in the knees.  A small touch on his arm here, a wink there.  And every motion or sound that came from the blond, had Harry's cock start to stir.  

"Penny for your thoughts Potter", drawled Draco.

Harry gently took some of Draco's hair and tucked it behind his ear, then leaned in and whispered, "I'm wondering what color undies you have on", he croaked out feeling very brave.

"Bold of you to assume that I'm wearing any", he whispered back, his hot breath ghosting against Harry's ear.

Harry felt his cock twitch at the words, threw his head back, and downed the rest of his drink.  Slamming the glass on the bar counter, he grabbed Draco's hand and pulled him to his chest.

"We're leaving", he stated, and again without greeting anyone, they both apparated back to Harry's home.