"Just have to get dressed, then we can go," Draco told him, walking down the hallway with Harry staring at his ass.

Harry quickly shook his head. Why was he acting like this? He was bright red and could barely get a squeak out of himself when he saw Draco in his boxers, exposing his muscles and abs and v-line-

Harry hit his forehead. No, bad Harry. He thought to himself

Then, he kept staring at his muscles and butt. I mean, it's natural for a straight guy to do that, right? Sure it is.

Of course it is. He just had a good butt, yanoe?

Harry sighed and sat down, waiting for Draco to come back.

"Hey Harry, which looks better? My Khakis or Black pants?" Draco called.

"It depends, are you trying to show off your butt?" He called back.

"Booty action would be nice, yes," Draco laughed.

"Black ones, then," Harry smiled.

"Okay-" Harry heard rustling and saw Draco coming down the hallway with one leg in his pants. "I'm ready!"

"You barely have your boxers on, Merlin Draco you're a hot mess." Harry giggled as he got up to help him.

"Excuse you, I can get my own pants on, thank you," Draco said when Harry pulled them up for him.

Harry buttoned them. "Uh-huh, sure-"

They both gasped when Harry lifted his head, their lips so close Harry could just tilt his head forward and they'd be kissing. Not that Draco minded that or anything. Harry's hands were still on his hips from getting his pants on, and Draco had his hands on his forearms.

"I-uh-"

Draco pulled back before Harry did something he regretted. "Your glasses, crooked see?" He tried to change the subject as he got ten off and cleaned them. "All done, shall we go?" He smiled.

Harry nodded with still wide eyes.