So Much for No Strings Attached

Chapter 4 Unable to Resist

The only option left were his fairly new dress robes. Harry gave them considerable thought but didn't want to look like he had purposely dressed up. Or the green robes were the only decent clothes he owned which of course they were. But he didn't want Malfoy to know that! Malfoy may have liked them at the Yule Ball well he preferred Harry out of them but still. Harry planned that next Hogsmeade weekend to buy some new clothes. But until now he would have to make do with the clothes he had available to him.

Harry looked around at the other boy's trunks trying to judge which of the three were closest in size to him. There was Ron who had far longer legs than him. Then there was Dean who was even taller than Ron. Then there was Neville who was slightly wider than him. That left only Seamus who was a littler taller than Harry but not by much. Harry raided the Irish boy's trunk looking for some stylish and fairly new clothes. Harry successfully found a pair his dorm mate's jeans which he took back to his bed.

Harry then pulled the Irish boy's jeans on rolling them up a little so that they fit on Harry's smaller frame. Harry hated being short although it probably came from the malnutrition than anything else after all his parents had both been taller than him according to everyone else. Harry was pleased that shoes were easy. He had got him some for school in the summer and they still looked fine on. He may be gay but he wasn't a girl who had to match shoes to clothes. Once the black school shoes were on he decided he could just wear a plain white school shirt.

He had seen the Muggle boys around his area wearing jeans with shirts in what they called smart casual attire. That seemed perfect for an evening with an older lover. Harry had no idea what he was going to do there so the smart casual look prepared him for every eventually. Harry hoped that he wouldn't be wearing the clothes for long. That was what he had gone in for after all. Harry thought he looked far more presentable than usual. He wondered what Petunia would say to that. She always thought he looked like a ragamuffin and always compared his messy style to her Duddykinns smarts forgetting that Dudley only looked smart because she actually bought him clothes.

It had always been Petunia who looked after the boys' clothes and toys. Well Dudlsey's clothes and toys as Harry got no toys and only clothes that Dudley had already worn. But it was Vernon who was in charge of Harry's punishments whether it be the belt or the cane. If Dudley ever did anything Harry would somehow get the blame. Harry hated his life at the Dursleys and he hated the Dursleys. Harry gave himself another look in the mirror hoping that Malfoy wouldn't mind too much that Harry had come in Muggle dress instead of robes.

But they were the only decent clothes that Harry could get together so he couldn't do anything about it. Harry then re-entered the bathroom placed several Smell Nice Charms on himself and gave himself one last check over in the mirror. Harry wished he could get rid of the glasses but unfortunately couldn't and ruffled up his hair to make it messier than usual. He then sat on his bed reading the letter one last time as the clock ticked its way closer and closer to ten O'clock. Then ten O'clock rolled by.

Harry felt that familiar tug at his navel as the Portkey activated whisking him away from Hogwarts and into Lucius Malfoy's clutches. Harry who had been sitting on the bed at the time then felt himself tumble quite literally into Lucius Malfoy's arms. Harry felt he was going to die of shame at that point. Why did Malfoy have to notice his klutziness at all forms of Wizarding travel that weren't broomsticks? Sometimes he really hated himself! But he withdrew from the strong blonde's arms as if nothing had happened.