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Draco had started to wear skirts, everyone at Hogwarts had talked about it, even Rita Skeeter had written an article about it “recently exonerated Death Eater Draco Malfoy starts wearing skirts within Hogwarts!!”. Harry found all this ridiculous, and he protested several times, “A man who wears skirts? It's ridiculous !" but as Hermione had pointed out the problem was not “a man who wears skirts” but “Malfoy who wears skirts”. Indeed Malfoy wasn't the only one wearing them, there was also a fifth year Hufflepuff and Harry didn't really care. The real problem was Malfoy in a skirt, well no that's what he said the real problem was his cock which reacted every fucking time Malfoy entered a room and even more so now that the weather was getting drastically colder. Indeed the weather was freezing but Malfoy persisted in putting on his stupid skirts even though his legs, so long and as white as snow that Harry wanted to bite them, were covered in goosebumps. So to remedy this his very dear 'friend' Blaise Zabini, with whom Malfoy had a friendship far too uninhibited and a thousand times too tactile for Harry's taste, had started rubbing his thighs to warm him up. It was systematic, as soon as they were next to each other Blaise had a hand on Malfoy's legs. Sometimes Malfoy even had his legs on Blaise's thighs, who never hesitated to touch all the skin at his disposal.
Today Malfoy had left his feet on the ground but Blaise did have his hands on Draco's beautiful thighs. It was too much for Harry.
-Why is he touching him like that, seriously?? Harry almost shouted, dropping his fork onto his plate with a sharp snap.
Hermione followed her friend's gaze and was not surprised to find Draco and Blaise.
-Because he's wearing a skirt and it's cold.
-And ? Harry retorted with a frown.
-His legs are cold.
-Are your legs cold? Ron asked Hermione.
-It happens.
Ron gently placed his hand on his girlfriend's thigh and not receiving any prohibition he began to gently warm her up. Harry got even angrier.
-Why would Blaise do that to Malfoy?!
-They are friends.
-I don't warm Ron's thighs even though he is my friend!
-You could do it. Hermione replied.
Harry and Ron looked into each other's eyes and then a look of disgust appeared on both their faces.
-No ! They replied in unison.
-Hey Potter! Blaise calls out to him from the other end of the Great Hall. Harry raised his head, everyone was looking at him, he turned his face towards Blaise and saw his smirk and Malfoy...who was laughing into Blaise's neck.
-If you're so jealous of me, come and warm him up for me! You'll see it's a full-time job, he's constantly freezing!
Harry blushed, they had heard him. Everyone had heard him... Malfoy had heard him.
Ron and Hermione started laughing. And soon the whole room was laughing. After several minutes of laughing Draco got up and walked towards Harry.
-Are you interested in the job?
-No !
Draco looked at him in silence.
-...yes.
Draco leaned into Harry's ear.
-Good thing, I'm completely frozen and my former employee was never able to warm me up properly.
-Me ! I can !
Draco sneered and headed for the door. Harry stood there in his chair, speechless.
-What are you doing buddy? Go ahead !
Harry went there. While running. If he had had to crawl to get there, he would have crawled.
After that Draco forgot what 'being cold' meant.