Drarry one-shots! <3

Showers

I'm sorry it's been ages y'all, i love ya for readin, enjoy...

Smut-- shower smut, work smut. What more can I say?

Oh, and Draco's weirdly observant.

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Harry stepped away from the shower head, turning it off with a sigh. It'd been a fucking exhausting workday, with stacks of paperwork and annoying ordinances and protocol that apparently even Harry bloody Potter couldn't get around. Luckily for him, however, the Ministry showers were the best he'd ever used, water pressure and temperature easily and effortlessly adjustable to how you needed them, never running out of hot water or soap.

Harry shook his head a little to get his hair out of his face, summoning his glasses and walking around his row to get a towel. Yet just as he rounded the corner, none other but Draco Malfoy stepped out from his shower.

So that was how Harry ended up darting around back to the row on the opposite side, placing a hand against a wall and turning on the shower once again, this time running cold water all over his body. But try as he might, he could not get Malfoy's perky arse out of his head, his pale, toned stomach and chest, and his long, shiny cock. Fuck, he thought. He was currently hard in the Ministry showers, where any of his coworkers could walk in at any time.

Just as he rested his head against the wall, contemplating his fate of rubbing one off right here or going home painfully hard, he heard wet footsteps behind him.

"Well hello, Potter."

"Malfoy." Harry gritted out, sure to keep turned away from Malfoy as he was the single last person on Earth whom Harry wanted to see that he had hard-on.

"Didn't you already shower? I could've sworn I heard the water running on this side before. And- is that cold, now, Potter?"

"How- why do you think that?"

"Because your skin looks tight. Not to mention I can see the little dial turned to blue."

Oh. Yeah.
Harry simply kept his back to the blonde, leaving his silence for Malfoy to interpret just how the fuck the man had noticed such a thing, especially from so far away.

"What can I say, Potter, I'm very observant."

Harry simply snorted.

"Now, why won't you turn around and face me?"

Harry tensed slightly, staying silent.
Apparently it gave away too much.

"Hmm... cold shower, not turning around... you couldn't possibly be aroused, could you?"

Harry tensed again, and Malfoy laughed, low and easy, like the winds in hollows of trees.

"At work? My my."

"Maybe I just don't like you, Malfoy, ever think of that? Maybe I'm just hot and needed to cool down."

"Well, if that's the case then you'll have to step out eventually, whether you like me or not."

Harry, however, did not turn around, and Malfoy chuckled, a smooth, crackly thing that made Harry's stomach knot.

"Don't worry Potter, it happens to all of us. I, in fact, am nearly hard right now from the sight of your scrumptious, plump arse staring back at me as you're hunched over."

At that Harry bolted up, whipping around to face the blonde man. His eyes were wide, movements frenzied, but Malfoy was the opposite. As Harry turned to face him a devilish smirk spread wide across his pale face, eyes shamelessly wandering down the Golden Boy's body.