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DRARRY: NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS
Tags: New Yearâs Eve, New Yearâs resolutions, fluff, 8th year, very light post-war angst, cuddles.
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âSorry,â Potter mumbled. He was still smiling. âI didnât mean to make you uncomfortable.â
Draco was unable to help himselfâhe raised his chin and huffed. âIâm not uncomfortable,â he snapped, his voice squeaking pathetically. When Potter raised his eyebrows, he whimpered, âIâm not!â
Potterâs hand stroked the inside of Dracoâs thigh, almost still at knee-height, ever so slightly. Not looking away from Dracoâs face, Potter pushed his knee to the side and slowly, far too fucking slowly, leaned forward, invading Dracoâs personal space.
âThen I guess you wonât mind if I doâŠââhe crawled all the way onto Dracoâs lapââthis.â
As Potterâs fingers tangled in his hair, all common sense left Dracoâs mind. He let his leg drop to the floor, his arms blindly wrapping themselves around Potterâs torso as he held onto Potter for dear life. They were so close, Draco wasnât sure he was breathing anymore.
Potter leaned impossibly closer to him, resting his weight against the arm of the sofa. âMay IâŠâ
âYes,â Draco breathed.
The first brush of their lips felt like melting. A low hum escaped Dracoâs throat, and he was mentally getting ready to deny it had ever happened if Potter so much as snorted when suddenly, Â the git caught his lower lip between his and gently, oh-so-slowly brushed it with the tip of his tongue.
Their mouths parted with a low sound, and Draco opened his eyes a moment before Potter did. They were barely breathing.
âGod, I want you so much,â Potter murmured.
Draco trapped Potterâs hair between his fingers and brought their lips together once more.
âFive minutes!â
He barely heard Patilâs voice as it filled the room around them. He was too busy feeling Potterâs hip against his knee, shivering as their tongues brushed.
It was Potter who ended the kiss. Draco whimpered, but then Potter rested his head on Dracoâs chest and, just like that, Dracoâs fears for the new year just⊠seemed a little bit less scary.
Which was scary in itself, because it meant he was far more in love with Potter than heâd thought.
Crap.
âOi, Blaise!â Finnigan exclaimed. âSeems like youâre going to need to make a new resolution!â
Everyone giggled, and Draco pointedly looked at the hearth, feeling his cheeks heat up once again.
âIgnore them,â Potter murmured so that only Draco could hear him.
Draco let his hand caress the length of Potterâs arm. âYeah.â
âTwo minutes, lads!
Everyone talked at the same time, and Draco almost didnât hear him when Potter whispered his name against his chest.
âHuh?â He inquired.
Potter craned his neck so he was somewhat looking at Dracoâs face from his chest. âWhatâs your New Yearâs resolution?â
That annoying feeling of emptiness came flooding back, and Draco shrugged it off, saying, âI honestly have no idea.â
Potter nodded, a look of understanding on his face.
âI know what you mean,â he said. âI think the only thing thatâs certain in my life right now is that Iâm head over heels for you.â
Merlin.
âYeah, I feel that,â Draco replied casually. âHm, perhaps I should turn you into my New Yearâs resolution, too.â He smirked. âDo you think youâre worthy of such an honour?â
Potterâs smile was radiant as he shifted on top of Draco to kiss him again. âTry me.â
âFive!â the Patil twins said at the same time.
âFour!â everyone echoed. âThree! Two! One!â
Potter caught Dracoâs mouth with his.
âHappy new year!â
He smiled against Potterâs lips. It really did feel like 1999 would be a good year.


















