Sleep rumpled Draco 😍 I love your writing so so much
The things I do for my ex, Harry thought grumpily as he located the right building and climbed two floors. He’d had no intentions of starting his weekend by visiting a Slytherin lair. And yet here he was, knocking at a white door with a large, brass ‘4’ on it, holding his breath as he wondered which of the two residents of the flat would open the door, Parkinson, Ginny’s current girlfriend, or…Malfoy.
He honestly couldn’t decide which one would be worse.
When there was no answer several seconds later, he knocked again, louder and harder this time.
“I’m fucking coming, goddammit!”
Harry took a deep breath and braced himself. He hadn’t seen Malfoy since the War. And here he was on a gorgeous Saturday morning knocking on his door so he could collect cramp-relieving potions from his ex girlfriend’s current girlfriend.
The door swung open violently and Harry…blinked.
Malfoy stood there. He was still in his pyjamas. They were pale yellow and very soft looking. Malfoy’s flaxen hair was a complete mess. He had white goop in the corners of both eyes. He had pillow marks on his left cheek. He was barefooted. His Dark Mark had faded to a dull, nearly transparent grey. His mouth was very, very pink.
Harry had not been prepared for this. He felt like he needed sufficient warning to face a sight like this one. He felt giddy and breathless.
A sleep rumpled Draco Malfoy apparently left him mouthing soundlessly like a goldfish while desperately willing his short-circuited brain to work.
Malfoy remained impressively impassive. “Yes?” he said, voice thick with sleep and slightly hoarse.
“I did not catch that,” said Malfoy tonelessly.
Malfoy’s mouth thinned and he raised one, long eyebrow. “From which angle do I resemble Ginevra fucking Weasley?”
Harry had a sudden, wild urge to reach out and swipe his thumb across Malfoy’s full lower lip.
He didn’t though. He just shook his head as though trying to get rid of a buzzing fly and then tried again, clearing his throat first. “Ginny sent me. She said Parkinson has some pain potions for her.”
“So now you’re your ex’s errand boy?” Malfoy asked, with an air of honest interest. “I’m not even surprised, Potter.”
Harry scowled. “Still an arsehole, then?” he said. “Good to know.”
“Of course I still have an arsehole.” Deadpan.
Harry spluttered. “N-no, I meant– I wasn’t talking about your– I meant to call you an–”
The corners of Malfoy’s mouth twitched. “Breathe, Potter,” he drawled. And then suddenly grinned.
Reaching up, Malfoy tousled his hair up some more, his fair hair falling into his sleep-heavy eyes and his mouth wet where he licked his lips and fuck but his pyjama top rode up and was that a fucking pierced navel Malfoy had?!
“Eyes up here, please,” Malfoy said sombrely but Harry thought he looked very smug. He scowled at him again.
“Parkinson has some potions for Ginny, I need those now, thank you,” he rambled.
“Pansy’s out picking up breakfast,” said Malfoy shortly. For a moment, Harry was sure Malfoy was about to slam the door shut on his face. “I do have those potions you need right here, though.” Malfoy reached for a little paper bag on the console table near the door.
Harry accepted the proffered bag. He did not want to leave yet. Malfoy was very, very pretty and Harry was still digesting this realisation.
“I– how do you know these are the ones?” Harry asked, holding up the bag.
“Because Pansy told me she’d leave them here for you to pick up,” Malfoy replied calmly.
“How– how do you know she has the right potions in here?” Harry babbled.
Harry was sure he now resembled a troll or something. “Oh.”
“Anything else I can help you with, Potter?” Malfoy asked, smiling.
Just ask him out, screamed a rather crazed voice in his head. Just ask him out to coffee.
He’s going to laugh in your face and then write to the Prophet if you do that, said a different voice.
Just kiss him, said a third voice, sounding decidedly hysterical.
Coffee, screamed the first voice.
Lifelong embarrassment, bellowed the second.
Grab his arse, shrieked the third voice.
“Grab your coffee!” shouted Harry.
Malfoy looked completely flummoxed. “Huh?”
“Gotta go!” heaved Harry and turning around, clattered down the stairs at top speed.
He was almost at the ground floor when–
Harry looked up and saw Malfoy’s head sticking out over the bannister. He was grinning.
“Coffee sounds good,” Malfoy called and Harry missed a step and stumbled down, arms flailing wildly as be caught his balance.
“Oh?” he called up and Malfoy nodded, still grinning. Harry grinned back. “Five PM?” he asked and Malfoy nodded again.
“You can totally grab my…coffee then, Potter,” he said wickedly. And then his head disappeared and Harry heard the door close and had to focus very hard on breathing.
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