enough
350 words | M for brief smut mention | small injury
thank you to bee @softlystarstruck, my beta beloved, for the extra pair of eyes 💛 written for the @drarrymicrofic prompt 'paper'
Harry stares Draco down from across the classroom as the new Transfiguration teacher drones on about the limitations of Reparifarge on magical creatures.
He keeps staring as Draco smirks, lips pulled thin and cruel as he slowly drags the edge of the parchment along the edge of a long, pale finger.
Pain slices through the bond and down his own finger, and Harry's knuckles go white around the edge of the desk. Bastard.
He holds Draco’s gaze. Had enough?
A pale eyebrow quirks in reply, the drawl clear in Harry’s mind. You wish.
A tongue flicks out to lick the wound, pink and wet. A sharp inhale mingles with a soft exhale. Pale lips part and Harry clenches his own hand as warm breath curls around the finger inside his fist. Draco’s now-familiar, wounded layer of being skitters over the surface of his own broken skin, broken self, a blanket of barbed wire.
Harry grits his teeth, the sucking heat of Draco’s mouth on his finger tantalising and taunting. The ghost of the Sectumsempra scar prickles, pulling at the skin across his chest.
Draco gives a sardonic smile, the scar on his lip pulled taught. Had enough?
Harry grins, sharp and sweet, adjusting his tie before subtly pressing a thumb into the hollow of his throat. The place he knows Draco likes to be pressed when Harry fucks into him fast and harsh as they trade softly whispered insults in the dead of night.
You wish.
Draco blanches, a roiling double shot of hatred and lust from them both muddling together in Harry’s gut. A heady cocktail poured neat from the bond.
It races through Harry's bloodstream, and he feels alive again.
