Overdrive
For @drarrymicrofic. I didn’t use the word prompt in the fic this time, which is unusual for me, but when you read it Draco’s Veela instincts are—you know what, you get it. All em-dashes and excessive italicizations are mine. 200 words. Mild noncon CW for Draco swimming in Veela hormones the whole time and Harry not knowing exactly what he’s getting into. They’re going to be very happy together, I swear!
“Listen, Malfoy, not that I’m opposed to this, but—mmm, fuck—“
That’s the idea.
The words reach Draco’s ears as if through water; muted. A hand presses against his chest, gently holding him back.
“Malfoy, I need to know you know what you’re doing and who you’re doing it with. Focus for a moment, okay?”
Draco opens his eyes. “Potter,” he rasps. “Potter, please.”
“Okay, okay.” Potter steps back, running a hand through his hair. Draco follows, unable to resist the pull. “You still don’t seem—you just showed up on my doorstep at Grimmauld Place. I don’t even know how you got through the wards, no one should be able to—“
“Veela magic,” Draco interrupts, hoping to stop the talking. “Please.”
“Please what?”
Mate.
“Kiss me.”
Draco leans in, desperate for it. Potter hesitates, but then he finally kisses him back.
They end up on the floor right there in the entryway; kissing and kissing and kissing. It’s lovely, but it’s not enough.
“Fuck me.”
“Yeah, okay,” Potter gasps into his mouth, clumsily attempting to shuck off his jeans with Draco’s weight on top of him. “If you’ll fuck me later.”
“Yes.”
That’s all it will take to seal the bond.
