Dean Thomas couldn't believe how lucky he was. The two hottest guys from his year at Hogwarts and they'd agreed to pose for him. Together! While he knew that Harry would be happy to pose, he didn't think Malfoy would agree and he never imagined they'd agree to come in at the same time.
At first he thought Malfoy didn't know what life drawing was, but even after Dean explained the nudity Malfoy just calmly asked what time.
It was a bit of a dream come true. Even without their antagonistic history and the knowledge that they were on different sides of war, they were still a study in contrasts. Harry was tanned and had muscled up since he joined the Canons. Malfoy was pale and a touch too lean, apparently something that came with potions work. And then there was the straight, blond hair compared to Harry's messy, black mop.
Harry arrived first and chatted easily as he began to strip off, obviously completely comfortable in his own skin. Draco arrived soon afterwards as Harry was unbuttoning his jeans. Dean was surprised at how civil they were to each other. Harry gave a half smile, Draco a nod as he began stripping his robes.
"How do you want us?" Harry asked as he kicked his boxers off his foot.
"However you're comfortable to start with," he said, fully expecting to have to pose them somehow to even get them in each other's personal space.
He watched them look at each other. Draco raised an eyebrow in that way he'd perfected in third year. It was matched with a half-smile, as if he was asking something. Harry responded with a slight nod.
Then, to Dean's amazement, Harry stepped into Draco's arms and they settled onto the ground. They eased into each other, moulding their bodies with obvious familiarity. Harry's hand was in Draco's hair; Draco held Harry close as he tilted his head so they could kiss.
"You could sketch us, Thomas," Draco said, drawing breath. "Even we can't kiss forever."
Dean grabbed his sketchbook and bent to capture the moment.
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At first he thought Malfoy didn't know what life drawing was, but even after Dean explained the nudity Malfoy just calmly asked what time.
It was a bit of a dream come true. Even without their antagonistic history and the knowledge that they were on different sides of war, they were still a study in contrasts. Harry was tanned and had muscled up since he joined the Canons. Malfoy was pale and a touch too lean, apparently something that came with potions work. And then there was the straight, blond hair compared to Harry's messy, black mop.
Harry arrived first and chatted easily as he began to strip off, obviously completely comfortable in his own skin. Draco arrived soon afterwards as Harry was unbuttoning his jeans. Dean was surprised at how civil they were to each other. Harry gave a half smile, Draco a nod as he began stripping his robes.
"How do you want us?" Harry asked as he kicked his boxers off his foot.
"However you're comfortable to start with," he said, fully expecting to have to pose them somehow to even get them in each other's personal space.
He watched them look at each other. Draco raised an eyebrow in that way he'd perfected in third year. It was matched with a half-smile, as if he was asking something. Harry responded with a slight nod.
Then, to Dean's amazement, Harry stepped into Draco's arms and they settled onto the ground. They eased into each other, moulding their bodies with obvious familiarity. Harry's hand was in Draco's hair; Draco held Harry close as he tilted his head so they could kiss.
"You could sketch us, Thomas," Draco said, drawing breath. "Even we can't kiss forever."
Dean grabbed his sketchbook and bent to capture the moment.