@microficmay prompt: saunter. WC: 457
"Potter, you have got to loosen up!" Malfoy barked from the front row where he was sitting watching Harry make an arse of himself.
"I'm not one of your godsdamned models, Malfoy!" Harry paused in his walk down the runway to glare down at the other man. "I can't just come in here and look like I belong up here."
Harry fidgeted with the sinfully low waistband of the skintight gold trousers that were all the clothing he was wearing. He was going to kill Pansy for roping him into this nonsense. He was all for charity but this fashion show was turning into more than he'd bargained for.
"You're the Saviour, you belong everywhere." Malfoy snorted. "Besides, it's easy. Just relax. You are sexy when you stop walking like you are late for the train."
As Malfoy's words sank in, a slow smile spread across Harry's face. "You think I'm sexy."
Malfoy rolled his eyes. "This is not exactly a news flash, Potter. You've been on the cover of Witch Weekly more times than any other person."
"Right, but you think I'm sexy." Harry sauntered forward until he came to the end of the runway then let his fingers trail over his bare chest, back down to the waistband of the trousers. He saw Malfoy swallow hard then clear his throat.
"Yes…ummm…just like that." His eyes were glued to the play of Harry's fingers over the snap of the trousers. "Do it just like that tomorrow night and donations will come flooding in."
"If you want me to do it like that I'm going to need something from you." Harry crouched down and beckoned Malfoy closer with a crook of his finger.
When Malfoy was standing before him Harry let his gaze rove over him. Malfoy had turned out bloody fit. His pointy features had matured into sharp cheekbones and a jawline that begged to be touched. His grey eyes no longer appeared cold; instead they were the steel you would test yourself against.
"What is it, Potter?" He tried to sound exasperated but it came out a little too breathy.
"I'm going to need you to stand right here, so I can see you." Harry reached out a single finger and traced it down the side of Malfoy's face. "To give me the proper motivation to look sexy."
Malfoy's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. "Me?"
"Mmmhmmm…" Harry hummed, "and after, perhaps I'll deserve a reward for my performance?"
Harry watched the black almost completely overtake the grey in Malfoy's eyes, then a smirk curl his lips.
"I think perhaps something could be arranged," he said. "If you're good."
Harry bit his lip and looked at Malfoy through half-lidded eyes. "I can be so good."
