professor? ( ✓ )

chapter seventeen

"You can't be serious."

"I'm dead serious, Harry."

The dark-haired wizard stared at the outfit set on the trunk in his private living quarters. After Harry and Draco had officially reinstated themselves into the school, their luggage had been taken swiftly back to their living quarters - their original ones. Therefore, Draco was back in the dungeons, and Harry was set in the secret wall in his office, inside the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

"You want me to wear that? These are your clothes. Isn't that a bit forward?" Harry asked, holding up a rather nice set of clothing that Draco had displayed before him. It was a white, button-down shirt with black trousers, a black vest, and a black and silver bow tie.

"As I have raided your closet time and time again, yes, you are wearing this. Your clothes simply will not do in my mother's house." Draco explained, running his finger along the sleek bow tie.

"I'll look like a pompous twit!" Harry exclaimed, and the blond frowned him. "Sorry."

"You won't look like a pompous twit, you'll look like an established member of society. You'll look like someone worthy enough to date me. Mother loves a well-dressed man." Draco further explained, and Harry nodded as he recalled how Lucius had never, not once, looked disheveled. Indeed, he was an arse, but he was a nicely-dressed arse.

"You owe me for this, Malfoy." Harry sighed, beginning to pull his jumper over his head, grabbing the button-down. Draco quickly grabbed his hands, stopping him. "What?"

"Please tell me you're planning on showering before you put these on." The blond fretted, and Harry groaned. "If you're going to wear my clothes, you're going to have a clean body whilst doing so, Mr. Potter."

"Why not just take me shopping? Help me pick out some nice clothes of my own." Harry asked, setting down the shirt as he finished pulling the jumper over his head. He stood, bare-chested, and Draco glanced at his front.

The marks from their multiple make-out sessions, and the occasional hand-and-mouth-play had begun to fade, but they were still noticeable, and the blond smirked. Due to the cold temperature, Harry's nipples had hardened considerably, and Draco flicked one teasingly, causing the dark-haired wizard to glare at him.

"Mmm, it's a shame we're running late. Get your shower and get dressed. You got lucky this time." Draco ordered, stepping away, and Harry shook his head.

"I'd have gotten luckier if you stayed."

"Don't tempt me, you self-righteous punk. Move along." The blond ordered, and then moved to the mirror on the wall, carding a hand through his hair as if to make it neater than it already was.

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Harry and Draco made it to the Malfoy Manor a half hour later, and the blond couldn't help but stare at his lover the whole time they were in the magical cab. Sort of like the Knight Bus, the cab was unable to be seen by the non-magic eye, and it was roomier than your standard cab would usually be.

Harry looked good in Draco's clothes - really good. In fact, he couldn't help but think back to the night of the Christmas dance, and how nice Harry had looked dressed in formal robes, even before he had taken the Veritaserum unwillingly, which had spilled his thoughts out. He really hoped to find out who'd done that to him, as he would gladly enjoy the pleasure of having them expelled. It was probably a no-good, dirty rotten Gryffindor.

When the cab pulled around the curved drive out front of the Manor, Draco swallowed heavily and tipped their driver before heading out of the vehicle, Harry by his side. They grabbed their overnight bags, as they would only be staying a day, and the blond led his lover up the marble steps proudly. Classes were due to start the day after tomorrow, two days after the new year, and so Draco was sad at how he'd have to cut his visit undeniably short with his mother.