microfic may day 14: burning
microfic may 15: future
drarry. slightly nsfw. 227 words. (apologies I am playing catchup)
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Draco was in his lap. Harry was burning up, hands on waists and muscles tense. He was borderline frantic with the weight draped over him, panting into the open mouth pressed against his.
His hands travelled down, settling in between the dip of Draco's waist and the slacked waistband of his dress trousers. He pushed down, hips pressing back up into the space between them—
A yelp. Draco let out a yelp.
The both paused, frozen in the moment.
Harry panicked, eyes blinking rapidly as he examined the scene for what possibly could've gone wrong.
"I'm sorry—" "It's just—"
The words were clumsy and overlapped, but they released the moment of tension nonetheless.
Draco knocked his forehead against Harry's with a groan.
"Well, its just-" he blinked and waved a hand. "Y'know..."
"I know what?" Harry gave reassuring rub against his back.
"I've seen the map." He stared right at Harry then back down into his lap. "I've just... never been boots to the ground."
And Merlin, Harry couldn't hold it in. A giggle? No raucous laughter.
Draco was flushed red, head buried into the crook of Harry's shoulder, but even he let out a breathy chuckle that landed right on Harry's skin.
They had the simultaneous thought, not that either of them knew, that the future would be fine, so long as it looked like this.













