While Harry had always known Malfoy was attractive, the rational part of him – the part that dismissed him as an irritating, awful ferret-faced idiot – had always overridden that thought. Now, with Malfoy standing naked in front of him, it was more difficult to ignore.
Because Malfoy was gorgeous. His skin was pale but flushed from the heat of the shower, his white-blond hair darkened from the water. As he moved, drops of water rolled down his skin and he left wet footprints in the cream carpet.
FUCK!
THIS WAS HOTTT!
Harry and Malfoy both wanking. Draco's secret is out, among other things. I think Malfoy 'knew' harry was there. The imagedry of the Manor was brill, and if I post anymore of my favourite parts I might as well post the whole fic.