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Oh, and this little drabble-y thingy that I think you'll enjoy. I was bored in Science class.
“…Potter, is that a corset?”
“…yes, yes it is.”
“Why the fuck are you wearing a corset?”
“You’ve never seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show, have you?”
“Do I look like a muggle, potter?”
“…no?”
“I should hex you.”
“No, Draco, look, I have an outfit for you too.”
“…where’s the rest of it?”
“…I think there’re shoes to it somewhere…”
“You don’t honestly expect me to go out in public in a crowd full of muggles wearing nothing but a pair of remarkably tiny golden underpants, do you?”
“You won’t be the only one doing it.”
“You think I care? If I were the only one not taunting a pissed off dragon mother, I still wouldn’t bloody do it.”
“Everyone dresses up, Draco, even the virgins.”
“I may be many things, Harry Potter, but one thing I am not is a virgin, as you well know.”
“No, they call people who haven’t seen the movie before virgins.”
“That’s stupid. I’m still not wearing it.”
“Draco…”
“You’re quite welcome to wear that thing, though. It’s doing wonders for my disposition.”
“Yeah, I can see. Your disposition is poking out of your towel.”
“Oops.”
“Whatever. Just put the damn underpants on, we need to meet Hermione and Ron up there in half an hour.”
“So make me want to go now.”
“What can I do to get you to wear the underpants?”
“Nothing, because I refuse.”
“Draco…”
“Be my slave for a month, then I’ll wear them.”
“…sex slave?”
“I guess, among other things.”
“…ok. I’ll do it.”
“…I was kidding, Potter.”
“I wasn’t.”
“…really?”
“Really.”
“…give me the damn underpants.”
A few minutes later…
“…whoa.”
“What is it?”
“Whoa…”
“What, Potter?”
“That looks…really…fucking…good…”
“…yes, Potter. I’m fucking hot. Now hand me a coat so that I don’t fucking freeze to death on the way there.”
“Hold on…”
“Potter, what the hell are you doing?!”
“Your hair is far too styled for Rocky. I’m fixing it.”
“If you were anyone else, I’d have hexed you on the spot.”
“And I love you for not doing it. Now let’s go.”
“Fine. Nice stilettos.”
“Thanks.”
“…Potter, is that a corset?”
“…yes, yes it is.”
“Why the fuck are you wearing a corset?”
“You’ve never seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show, have you?”
“Do I look like a muggle, potter?”
“…no?”
“I should hex you.”
“No, Draco, look, I have an outfit for you too.”
“…where’s the rest of it?”
“…I think there’re shoes to it somewhere…”
“You don’t honestly expect me to go out in public in a crowd full of muggles wearing nothing but a pair of remarkably tiny golden underpants, do you?”
“You won’t be the only one doing it.”
“You think I care? If I were the only one not taunting a pissed off dragon mother, I still wouldn’t bloody do it.”
“Everyone dresses up, Draco, even the virgins.”
“I may be many things, Harry Potter, but one thing I am not is a virgin, as you well know.”
“No, they call people who haven’t seen the movie before virgins.”
“That’s stupid. I’m still not wearing it.”
“Draco…”
“You’re quite welcome to wear that thing, though. It’s doing wonders for my disposition.”
“Yeah, I can see. Your disposition is poking out of your towel.”
“Oops.”
“Whatever. Just put the damn underpants on, we need to meet Hermione and Ron up there in half an hour.”
“So make me want to go now.”
“What can I do to get you to wear the underpants?”
“Nothing, because I refuse.”
“Draco…”
“Be my slave for a month, then I’ll wear them.”
“…sex slave?”
“I guess, among other things.”
“…ok. I’ll do it.”
“…I was kidding, Potter.”
“I wasn’t.”
“…really?”
“Really.”
“…give me the damn underpants.”
A few minutes later…
“…whoa.”
“What is it?”
“Whoa…”
“What, Potter?”
“That looks…really…fucking…good…”
“…yes, Potter. I’m fucking hot. Now hand me a coat so that I don’t fucking freeze to death on the way there.”
“Hold on…”
“Potter, what the hell are you doing?!”
“Your hair is far too styled for Rocky. I’m fixing it.”
“If you were anyone else, I’d have hexed you on the spot.”
“And I love you for not doing it. Now let’s go.”
“Fine. Nice stilettos.”
“Thanks.”