An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
alpha_exodus @alpha-exodus
Chapters: 3/3
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Astoria Greengrass, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-Hogwarts, Post-Second War with Voldemort, Minor Astoria Greengrass/Draco Malfoy, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Dubious Consent, Divorce, Minor Violence, Fist Fights, Love Potion/Spell, Amortentia, Love Potion Abuse, Minor Character Terminal Illness, Depression, Minor Draco Malfoy/Original Male Character(s), Anal Sex, Voyeurism, Unspeakables (Harry Potter), Unspeakable Draco Malfoy, minor prostitution, H/D Erised 2019, Open Relationships, POV Alternating, Enemies to Lovers, Asexual Character, Draco Malfoy & Astoria Greengrass Friendship, Department of Mysteries, Angst with a Happy Ending, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Veritaserum, Anal Fingering, Switching, Masturbation, Frottage, Dildos, Riding, Couch Sex, Past Harry Potter/Original Male Character(s)
The Amortentia was an accident—but only the first time.
“Potter,” Malfoy sighs, breath warm against Harry’s cheek as he kisses his jawbone, making Harry shudder. “Potter, fuck.”
Harry’s struck with the thought that it’s rather funny that Malfoy’s still calling him ‘Potter’—and for that matter, Harry’s still calling him Malfoy, isn’t he? He laughs, deep from his belly, pulling Malfoy closer still. “Draco,” he says, liking the sound of it in his mouth, “Draco.”
“Nngh,” Draco groans, pupils dilating as Harry pulls back to stare at him. “Potter, can I—”
“Harry,” Harry corrects, laughing again, sliding his knuckles up against Draco’s cheek and making his eyelids flutter.
“Harry,” Draco says, “can I—I mean, I need to, I need to kiss you—”
“Fuck,” Harry gasps, not quite sure why he hadn’t thought of that before, but now the desire burns in him, clenching in his throat and pulsing in the space between his hips. “Yes, please—”
Then Draco kisses him, and it’s like fireworks, his lips soft as they move against Harry’s own, stirring so much arousal in him that he thinks he could burst. Harry groans into it, deepening the kiss, sliding his tongue against Draco’s and panting as Draco slides a hand down to cup his arse.
“More,” Harry gasps out, pulling at the fastener on Draco’s robes. “Please, I need—I need you—”
All at once Draco looks both frightened and completely desperate. “Not… not here,” he gasps out, but even so, he’s clutching at Harry as if he’s afraid to let go.
“My place,” Harry offers, and he notices the slightest bit of relief in Draco’s eyes but doesn’t pay it any mind—he’s too focused on thoughts like now, please and yes and need you.
“Okay,” Draco says, “Yes, yes, okay,” and then he kisses Harry fiercely, very nearly distracting Harry from the fact that he ought to Apparate them out of there.
After several moments of snogging he finally remembers, and he Apparates them into his living room mid-kiss, the crack barely audible against the heavy beating of his heart. “Fuck,” he says, grinning at the sight of Draco in his flat. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
“Harry,” Draco sighs, pressing him backwards until Harry’s knees hit the sofa, and he bends obligingly, letting Draco lay him down and whimpering as Draco crawls on top of him. “You’re so—fuck…”
“I’m so what?” Harry says, grinning coyly and finally, finally pulling at Draco’s robes.
“Insufferably attractive,” Draco mumbles, leaning down to press the words into Harry’s neck as if embarrassed. “Obnoxiously good-looking, dreadfully endearing—”
Harry laughs, pausing in trying to get Draco’s robes off so he can gently caress Malfoy’s shoulder. “I love you,” he says softly, nudging at Draco’s chin so Draco looks at him.
Draco blushes, bright and pink. “Don’t expect me to say it back,” he mumbles...