When his uniform was laid out, Draco began to take off his jacket. He slowly eased it off his shoulders and set it aside. Next he pulled at his tie. Facing his trunk, he didn’t turn his back on Millicent. He was fine with giving her a bit to look at. He was hardly modest and he wanted to see if she would steal a glance or two or three…
Draco laughed. “Only if you wanted something else from them besides wit, good looks and any sense of decorum and grace,” he remarked snidely. “Though, at least they know who holds the real power around her,” Draco mused. “That speaks highly of them, at least.” Their devotion to Draco was absolute and well known.
Seeing her slide her dress down, Draco tried to spy her bra and knickers. Unbuttoning his shirt, he revealed a slim body that had a fair amount of definition for a teenager especially around his abdomen.
Taking his time, Draco slid off his pants next. Beneath, he wore a pair of expensive white silk boxers that were just a tad on the tight side. He kicked off his shoes and began setting his discarded clothes aside and folding them.
Of course, he stood there in just his boxers and black socks while he did.