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Consequences of Redemption
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Chapters: 19/19
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Not Canon Compliant - Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, On the Run, Camping, Romance, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, it’s literally just the two of them, Redeemed Draco, i mean mostly, Angst, Identity Issues
When Draco makes an impromptu decision to rescue Harry Potter from Malfoy Manor, the two find themselves completely alone and facing the looming climax of the war against Voldemort. Harry must start from the beginning with Draco–and starting over has more consequences than either of them anticipated.
He saw Harry at the kitchen window, his back turned, just like the first time Draco had walked in on him like this.
This time, though, Harry turned at the sound of Draco entered and when Draco saw his face, he stopped dead in tracks.
There was a roaring fire in his eyes, blazing almost dangerously Draco’s way. The green was stronger than Draco had ever seen it, but it was not a fire of anger, or even heroism. There was something else burning in those irises, in the way he held himself and the way he stared at Draco.
He saw determination, and he saw desire.
“Harry—“ he began, but Harry interrupted, voice low and quite different than Draco had ever heard it.
Alexander. Right. That happened.
“Yes,” he answered. “Harry—“
Harry was on him in an instant, crossing the room quickly and walking Draco back against the doorway.
Draco’s entire system flooded with shock and he opened his mouth to say something—he wasn’t sure what—but he couldn’t get a single syllable out before Harry Potter leaned down and actually, really, completely kissed him.
Holy mother of Jesus CHRIST.
And of course, it wasn’t by any means gentle, or sweet, or anything that Draco would have imagined kissing Harry would be like.
It was insistent, demanding, hard, and hot.
Draco’s rational thought gladly abandoned him as he twisted a hand in Harry’s hair, his eyes falling shut and Harry seemed to take this as an incentive and curled an arm around Draco’s waist, pulling him away from the wall and pressing him more into Harry’s body.
He inadvertently let out a soft moan as Harry slipped his tongue into Draco’s mouth, making him shiver against the other boy. Draco entangled his tongue with Harry’s, grasping at him blindly to try and get as close as possible.
He grabbed Harry’s hip and the brunet stuttered a bit, gasping into Draco’s mouth as Draco grinded his hips against him.
Harry’s fingers, still on his back, slipped under the hem of his shirt and he trailed the cool skin of his fingertips over Draco’s bare back, making goosebumps rise on his skin and sending a thrill of sparking electricity through his nervous system. Draco’s other hand moved from Harry’s hip to his neck and he ran his fingers down the skin there, bringing them yet closer and trying to blindly feel every inch of the boy in front of him.
His heart was still pounding, his body in an overwhelming state of shock and longing, and he hadn’t felt this since he was fourteen.
And even that hadn’t been the same. That had been hesitant, and exploratory, and foolishly hopeful.
This…this was rogue and desperate and it was beyond Harry’s obvious jealousy—it was beyond the both of them.
It was the penultimate of their relationship, it seemed, of their all-or-nothing dynamic. Less than a week really together, talking and knowing, and they were lighting each other on fire in a way neither of them could have predicted.
And as Harry pulled away finally, completely out of breath and eyes full of Draco, he only confirmed this thought.
They stared into each other’s eyes, winded and undone, drowning suddenly in the extremity of their situation.
I could lose him tomorrow, Draco thought, the wave of alarm and fear and raw, raw feeling rushing through his entire being as he exhaled shakily and wrapped both arms around Harry’s waist, simply holding him there.
“I know,” Harry breathed, looking slightly amazed with Draco for whatever reason. “I’m sorry.”
Draco shook his head, bringing one hand up to cup Harry’s jaw, leaning forward to kiss him gently.
Harry obliged, tightening his hold on Draco. This kiss had lost the fire and explosion of the first, and as they kissed each other and erased the tension they had been carrying in both of their bodies, they pretended unconditionally that nothing else in the world existed.
And it was a bad idea, really completely idiotic, and it was far from perfect. But it was their luxury.
