An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 8/8
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Additional Tags: Canon - Book, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Not Epilogue Compliant, Post-War, do not copy to another site, Slow Burn, Minor Draco Malfoy/Theodore Nott, Tattoos, Bottom Draco Malfoy, Top Harry Potter, Post-Canon, Getting Together
Draco Malfoy is cleared of all charges; this is what happens next.
“This looks like chocolate,” Blaise said, holding the package up in George’s face. It was hard to tell, but George just looked…well, not furious, for a start, which was good. “Is it going to do something dreadful to me?”
“It’s going to make you want to shag,” George said.
“Oh, so no change,” Blaise said with a truly foully lascivious look as he took a bite, and Draco groaned as Potter burst into quiet laughter.
George looked a little stunned, and then intrigued.
“I refuse to watch this anymore,” Draco announced, and then looked down at his arm, which was still in Potter’s possession, and Potter was stroking his thumb over the jut of Draco’s wrist bone. “Potter you brute, unhand me.”
Potter, who Draco understood now had never properly been socialized and was also under some sort of delusion that if he wanted something he should have it, smiled and said, “No.”
Draco, who had been flawlessly socialized and was under no delusions that if he wanted something he should have it (because it wasn’t a delusion if it were true, as long as his wants were simple and easily obtained instead of outrageous things like happiness or his father’s love), stared up at him.
“You can’t just say no,” Draco informed him.
“What will you give me for it?” Potter asked, and it was so—close, here, under the stairs. Claustrophobic, really. Draco was certain the building couldn’t be up to code. Blaise would be very distraught when Draco shut down his dream of banging Weasley by bankrupting him, but Draco had a duty to his fellow citizens to—
“Oh,” Draco exhaled, because apparently Potter had decided to just take a kiss like a thief, like a terrible sneak thief and frankly Draco should have— oh . Potter’s hands were hot and settled in the small of Draco’s back and in his hair and it was.
It was—Potter pulled back and Draco took two seconds to compose himself where he absolutely did not lean in and he absolutely did not have to force his hands to unclench from Harry’s robes because he had more dignity than that.
“So do I get it back?” Draco asked, because Potter, moving like a snake, had recaptured Draco’s wrist, pressing his thumb into the palm of Draco’s hand.
“Why a snitch?” Potter asked instead, his eyes glued to Draco’s collarbone. “Are you—you’re killing me, do you know that?”
“That is demonstrably untrue and I have witn—” he broke off in a soundless rush of air because Potter had dipped his head and pressed his lips, then teeth (not properly socialized, clearly Weasley hadn’t properly trained him when they’d been dating) to Draco’s neck.
“Mate.” George Weasley’s voice broke the moment, and Draco looked up and then shoved at Potter, who moved away reluctantly and with no shame, maybe that died when Voldemort tried to kill him as a baby, too.