“That’s right,” Potter whispers. “You’re doing so well. So good.”
Draco is close. Right on the edge. The precipice. He wants to make it last. He doesn’t want to fall over just yet, because he knows—he knows—this is their first and only time.
He want's to enjoy this, especially after craving it for so many years.
The sound of skin on skin is sharp, obscene. Sweat slicks Draco’s face, his shoulders, his chest. Every muscle in his body is tight with the effort of holding on.
“You—fuck—you close, Malfoy?” Potter asks.
Draco can’t answer. He only tightens his grip, fingers digging into Potter’s hips, and even that is too much.
Potter leans forward, one hand braced on Draco’s chest, the other gripping the headboard. He doesn’t stop moving. Doesn’t stop moving his tight, perfect heat over Draco. Over and over, until the world narrows to the sound of his breath.
“Oh you are, aren’t you?” Potter groans. “Your cock—God—it was made for this. Could do this forever.”
Draco wishes that were true. He isn’t naïve. Potter was bored. They both were. Five weeks into a seven-week posting in the middle of Siberia, babysitting a rare Norwegian Ridgeback egg for the Russian Dragon Reserve—anyone would crack.
Especially when Firewhisky is involved.
Potter’s groan drops into something rougher as his hand slides up, fingers settling at Draco’s throat. Gentle.
Draco arches back instinctively, giving him more. Offering.
Take me.
Have me.
Keep me.
For a moment, he thinks he’s gone blind—then realises his eyes have rolled back, his vision blown white.
Potter’s grip tightens.
It’s too much.
“Fuck—fuck—fuck,” Draco pants, the sound breaking apart.
Then—helplessly—“Harry.”
Potter stills.
Draco realises what he’s said too late. He forces his eyes open, bracing himself for the look of horror on Potter’s face.
It never comes.
Instead, Potter is staring at him like he’s witnessing something holy—like Draco has split himself open and shown him something sacred. Awe. Reverence. Holy.
Then Potter moves again. Slower now. Deliberate. Less frantic. Intentional.
“Say it again,” Potter says quietly.
He rolls his hips, just enough, and Draco lets out a sound he doesn’t recognise as his own.
“Merlin—”
“Not quite,” Potter murmurs, grinning, smug and soft all at once.
“I’m—” Draco swallows. “I’m close.”
“Say my name,” Potter says, voice low. “And I’ll let you come.”
Draco doesn’t fight it anymore.
He can't.
“Harry.”
It breaks over him all at once—sharp, blinding, fire, the absolute peak of it—and Harry follows a heartbeat later, gasping Draco’s name like it’s the only thing anchoring him to the earth.
After, they collapse together in a tangle of limbs and breath. The mattress dips, the bed creaks.
For a long moment, there’s only the sound of breathing. Then Harry laughs softly, stunned.
“We’re doing that again,” he says. Certain. “And when we get back—properly back—we’re going on a date.”
Draco turns his head, exhausted and wrecked.
"We are?"
Harry nods. Confident.
"I thought..."
"What?" Harry asks.
Draco shrugs, still breathless—trying to play it cool. Because he's not sure if he heard it right. "You want to go on a date?"
Harry smirks, his gaze half lidded.
"Why?" Draco asks.
"Why? Why... why do you think I agreed to spend seven weeks out in the middle of nowhere with only you for company, Draco?"
Draco blinks. "Merlin..."
Harry grins into the pillow. “Wrong again, it's Harry," he says, wrapping his arm around Draco's body.
Draco smiles, shifting into the nook of Harry.
This is it, the highest point... and it is only up from here.
“Hey, Malfoy?” Harry hummed, glancing up from his pile of work.
“What, Potter?”
“Have you ever heard the term ‘Drarry’?”
Draco bolted up in his seat, nearly knocking over his mug of coffee.
“W-what?” he croaked, dabbing at the fresh coffee stains on his latest expense report. Who taught him that?! “No, why? What does it mean?”
“Apparently it’s our ‘ship’ name. Draco and Harry. Drarry.”
“Ship? Like a boat? Did someone name a boat after us?” Draco asked, feigning innocence, hoping his blush wasn’t noticeable.
“That’s what I said too, but Teddy says it’s some sort of new slang. All the kids at Hogwarts are obsessed with this whole ‘shipping’ thing apparently.”
Harry furrowed his brow in thought. Draco wanted to crawl in a hole.
“Anyways, I guess it’s, like, short for ‘relationship’, like they take two people they think should be together and they ‘ship’ them.”
Draco blanched.
This isn’t happening.
“Kinda funny,” Harry laughed easily, as if he wasn’t speaking into existence Draco’s literal waking nightmare. “Teds says we are the most popular ship!”
“Is that so?” Draco responded blankly, his mouth dry.
“Yeah! And—”
Oh god, there’s more?!
“—there’s this thing called ‘fan fiction’ where—”
The rest of Harry’s explanation was drowned out by the high pitch ringing that filled Draco’s ears.
I prayed every night this day would never come. And yet.
“So anyways, apparently there’s this one really popular Drarry writer whose work has been making its rounds across Hogwarts—”
No. No, no, no. That’s it. God hates me. It’s the only explanation.
“Someone must’ve gotten it off their older sibling cuz Teddy says it can get a bit saucy at times, but he insisted it was really tastefully done.”
Draco gawked at him, and for the first time Harry began to blush.
“I-I mean, it’s so awkward, right?” he laughed nervously. “but I mean, I gotta admit, I’m a bit curious. Like in a morbid sort of way, y’know? Like, I just want to see what all the hype is about.”
Harry scratched the back of his neck, looking at Draco thoughtfully before continuing.
“So you wanna read it with me?” he asked, reaching into his bag and pulling out a bound stack of paper.
Draco gaped at the booklet laid out in front of him with a title he knew all too well.
“Just the first few pages, I mean,” Harry shrugged awkwardly. “Just to see if it’s any good or whatever. Figured you’d be a good judge since you write in your free time, right?”
Draco’s eyes flickered rapidly between the pages and the curious green eyes staring back at him.
We Should Really Talk About It [Comic, E] for @dodgerkedavra
Draco and Harry move in together. Draco avoids a conversation.
Hehehe reveals are out!! I can finally share the art I made for @hd-erised <333 I’d never made a comic before, but I had so much fun and learned so much, I’m very fond <333
ach I’m never gonna finish this and it’s been too long, so here’s the half done painting inspired by Heal Thyself & based on The Agnew Clinic by Thomas Eakins
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