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Title: One Night at the Leaky
Author: birdsofshore
Rating: Teen
Length: 12439
Summary: Harry should have known better than to accept a drunken dare. Especially when Malfoy was sitting right there, looking like that and wearing those bloody tight trousers.
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Theodore Nott Additional Tags: Hogwarts Eighth Year, Room-sharing, wanking, Voyeurism, Frottage, Really so much wanking, Intercrural Sex, kissing in corridors, inter-house fraternisation, Wandless Magic, A little angst, some h/c, Magical Injury, Pining, Jealousy, Enemies to Lovers, Desperation, Inexperience, Premature Ejaculation, First Times, the sexual appetites of teenagers, Community: hd_erised Summary:
Harry never expected to spend eighth year listening to Draco Malfoy wanking.
Excerpt: That night, in bed, Harry realised he was listening out for what Malfoy might be up to. He was knackered, again, but he sort of kept himself awake, just to see if it would happen again. He didn’t think he would have noticed, this time, if he hadn’t have been expecting it.
Malfoy’s movements were pretty slow and quiet, and it was only the occasional hitch of his breath that made Harry sure he was listening to more than Malfoy simply falling asleep.
The thing was, after years of sleeping in dormitories, it wasn’t as if he’d never overheard this kind of thing before. If it had been Ron, or Dean, or whoever, Harry would have just ignored it, not thought anything of it at all. But this felt different. He kept quiet, trying to ignore his own cock, which was telling him it had been a long time since he’d brought himself off in the shower that morning, and resigned himself to waiting for it to be over.
Then Malfoy’s voice came in the dark, low and slightly irritated. “I know you’re listening.”
This time it was Harry’s turn to freeze. But he hadn’t done anything wrong. He was just waiting for Malfoy to shut up, so he could go to sleep— “No I bloody wasn’t.”
“For god’s sake, why don’t you get yourself off as well, instead of lying there huffing at me,” Malfoy said. “Maybe then we can both sleep.”
Harry’s cock seemed to think this was a fantastic idea, and for some reason that made Harry crosser than ever. “Piss off. Not everyone is like you.”
“What? Not everyone likes a good wank before they go to bed? I’m pretty certain you’re wrong there. I think just about every eighteen-year-old boy on the planet does.”
“Maybe I don’t want to do that in public,” Harry said.
“In public? What are you talking about?” Malfoy asked. His voice was still breathy, despite his annoyance. As though he’d been really close when Harry interrupted him. “I was actually being quiet, but if you’re determined to lie there listening…. Maybe you’d have less of a pole up your arse all the bloody time if you’d let yourself have one off the wrist when you needed it.”
Harry’s cock twitched even as his face flushed with anger. It was the way the crude words sounded in Malfoy’s snooty voice. Harry was just really wound up, from having to share a room with Malfoy, and not being able to sleep very well. There was all of the weird stuff that he couldn’t get used to, like seeing Malfoy coming out of the shower every morning and that bloody spicy ginger smell which he was pretty sure was Malfoy’s cologne. “Do what the hell you like, Malfoy. I wasn’t listening anyway. But if it bothers you so much, I’ll use a pillow.”
Harry shoved his head under the pillow and pushed it against his ears so he didn’t have to hear any more. But it was too hot, and there wasn’t enough air, and the whole thing seemed ridiculous, so Harry came out again, and—
Bloody hell, Malfoy was making more noises. They were still kind of quiet, but Malfoy didn’t seem to be holding back so much any more.
There were long, deep sighs, and then a hoarse groan, and, fuck, Harry was hard, properly hard, just thinking about what Malfoy must be doing to himself to make that kind of noise.
At first Harry thought he would just listen, and then, as Malfoy carried on, Harry thought there was no way that Malfoy would know if he joined in. Malfoy was much too into it, and Harry could be quiet. Really quiet. He slipped his boxers down and his cock bounced wildly, brushing against the sheets, and even that felt bloody good. Harry wrapped his palm around his shaft and gave one, slow, experimental stroke, and then instinct took over and he started to wank in earnest.
Malfoy was definitely far too wrapped up in his own pleasure to notice. He made a small, high sound like “Uh-uh”, as if he was not far away from coming, and Harry sped up his own pace. He never needed very long to bring himself off, and the quicker the better in this situation. Harry was quiet. So quiet, as his fist flew over his prick, his teeth digging into his bottom lip. Malfoy made a sound like a whimper, then groaned, long and deep, and Harry could imagine exactly what was happening in the next bed. He spread his legs as the first wave of his own orgasm hit him. He was still quiet as spunk pulsed over his fingers, spurting up towards his chest. Uhhh, yes, it was good, but he made no noise, only one low gasp which he choked off in his throat before it could escape.
Afterwards, he felt warm and muzzy as he stretched his legs out comfortably under the cool sheets. He wasn’t going to think about the fact he’d just pulled himself off while listening to Draco Malfoy have an orgasm. He might even be able to get some sleep now. He heard Malfoy groping for his wand and muttering, and Harry congratulated himself on teaching himself a silent, wandless cleaning spell for occasions such as this. Malfoy never needed to know.
He heard Malfoy roll over and then Malfoy asked in a sleepy voice, “Feel better now?”
Shit. How could Malfoy tell, when Harry had been so quiet and Malfoy had practically been yelping? Harry’s face felt hotter than when he had tried to hide under the pillow. He said nothing.
“Oh, right. Are we not talking about it, then?” Malfoy snorted in the darkness. “Merlin, what a big deal about nothing. It’s not like it’s the first time you’ve got off with someone else there.”
Bloody hell. This was not a conversation Harry wanted to be having. This was not anything Malfoy needed to know about him. Maybe if he kept quiet, Malfoy would drop it.
“So what’s the problem?” Malfoy’s voice niggled at him. “Shut up, OK?” Harry’s voice came out sounding far more bothered than he had intended.
There was a low laugh. “Oh my god. You’re not telling me it is the first time?”
Harry felt a wave of embarrassment and fury boil up inside of him. “I thought you wanted to get some sleep.”
“Yeah, but this is really funny. Do you actually mean—”
“Shut the fuck up, Malfoy.”
“What about that thing you had with Weasley’s sister?” Malfoy sounded wide awake again.
“None of this is any of your business.”
“You never fucked her?” Malfoy sounded gleeful.
“Malfoy, I’m going to Hex your right hand off in a minute. See how your dick likes that.”
“Oh, I’m perfectly proficient with my left, as well,” Malfoy drawled. “Frees the other one up for—”
“Merlin. Stop there while I Obliviate myself.” But Harry’s brain was running through all the likely scenarios, and exactly how Malfoy would look in each of them.
“Well, this is an eye opener for me,” Malfoy said with satisfaction, and Harry could hear him rolling over and getting into a comfortable position for sleeping. “I never knew Gryffindors were such prudes.”
Harry realised that Malfoy was simply delighted to have found a new way to get Harry riled up. If he ignored him, Malfoy would get bored much more quickly. “I’m falling asleep just hearing about your tedious wanking habits, to be honest.”
“OK, Potter. You tell yourself that.” Malfoy snickered to himself.
Harry let his breathing get quiet and slow, hoping Malfoy would drop the whole conversation. But before long, he didn’t need to pretend any longer. His body felt pleasantly wrung out and satisfied, and soon sleep stole over him, soft and warm as an owl’s wing.
Bloody Malfoy. Always turning up when he’s not wanted, making Harry notice things he doesn’t want to notice… like Malfoy’s new tattoo.
Author: birdsofshore, shiftylinguini
Rating: X
Genre: Fluff, Humor
Era: Post-Hogwarts
Career: N/A
Word Count: 6100
Notes: See fic warnings.
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Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley Additional Tags: Post War, Rent Boy!Draco, Down-And-Out!Draco, Grimmauld Place, House magic, Portraits, First Times, Antagonism, Hurt/Comfort, Coming Out, Pining, Angst, UST, Kissing, Frotting, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Intergluteal Sex, Anal Sex, Homophobic Slurs And Attitudes, Internalised Homophobia, Derogatory Attitudes To Sex Workers, Some Mentions Of Sadistic Violence, Brief Thoughts Of Sexual Activity With A Sleeping Partner, Rough Sex, Brief Mention Of Harry With A Woman (Past Relationship), Mentions Of Dubious Consent In Connection With Sex Work, Community: hd_erised, Inexperienced Harry, Top Harry Potter, House Elves, Masturbation Summary:
Harry’s not the kind of person who pays for sex. He really isn’t. Until he is.
Excerpt:
It wasn't too late to turn this around. “I know what you’re thinking,” Harry said. He couldn’t look Malfoy in the eye and lie to him, so he looked at the ground. “But I just didn’t want you to go with that man. He’s a sleazy bastard.”
He glanced up at Malfoy’s face and said quickly, “I’ll pay you, of course. Whatever he was going to pay. I’ll pay double – just don’t go with him. Not now, or in the future.”
Malfoy’s jaw tightened and he spoke low and dangerous. “This shit? Again? I’ve told you, I’ll never take your money unless I can give you something in return. You’ve rescued me enough times.”
Harry opened his mouth to explain, but Malfoy put a hand up. “Stay away from me, Potter,” he hissed. “If you don’t want what I have to offer…” His face twisted in an expression that looked painful. “Well, plenty of other people do.” He spat the words out viciously as he turned to go back into the bar. “Don’t worry, I can easily find those two again and tell them that you changed your mind.”
Harry’s hand shot out before he was aware of what he was doing, and connected with Malfoy’s wrist. “No.” He held Malfoy there, feeling him struggle, the knobs of bone at Malfoy’s wrist shifting under his fingers. Harry didn’t let go, and after a bit Malfoy stopped trying to pull away.
Part of him still knew it was wrong, but it was hopeless trying to resist. Harry couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t control this need for Malfoy, so deep and fierce that he felt it in his bones. He did want it, more than he would have believed possible. He wanted it so much he ached for it, every nerve in his body singing the same desperate note of longing.
“OK,” Harry said, and it felt like a dive into madness, but there was nothing he could do. It had been inevitable from the moment Harry had seen him standing on Duke Street.
Malfoy’s face was still hard and closed. “OK what, Potter? OK, I go back to the club, find those wizards and let them fuck me every which way?”
“No,” Harry said firmly. He was still clutching Malfoy by the wrist, and they were both breathing hard. “No. I want you,” Harry told him, and now he had said it the first time, it felt like he might not be able to stop saying it. “I want you so fucking much,” he said, and Malfoy just looked at him, with an expression Harry couldn’t fathom. He stared at Harry, his features especially haughty in the washed out light, and Harry still holding onto Malfoy like he might get away. Then Malfoy grabbed Harry by the back of the neck with his free hand and kissed him, so deep, so demanding, that it felt almost savage.
Harry closed his eyes and gave way to the overpowering need pounding in his blood. The last ragged shreds of his scruples fell away, and he let them go without hesitation. He was going to do this. That’s all there was to it, and nothing was going to stop him.
“If you want me,” Malfoy said, breaking away for a moment, and Harry gave a short nod. “You’d better take me home and have me.”
Harry’s head was so full of Malfoy’s lush taste, the wiry strength of his body, he didn’t know how he found any space in there to focus on Apparating, but he managed to Side-Along the two of them to the hallway of Grimmauld Place, where the house greeted them with wild eruptions of flowers bursting forth from the ceiling.
They moved towards the stairs, Harry still trying to kiss Malfoy as he worked to remove Malfoy’s jacket and his own shoes. They stumbled at the bottom of the stairs and ended up half-sitting, half-lying across them, with Harry on top of Malfoy, tugging at Malfoy’s shirt and moaning at the expanse of smooth warm skin he found beneath. Luxurious, thick carpet sprang up beneath them, cushioning the treads of the stairs, and a riot of hothouse perfume drifted down from the flowered ceiling.
“Wow. Your house really wants us to fuck,” Malfoy panted, sliding his palms over the muscles of Harry’s thighs. Harry couldn’t even get Malfoy’s jacket off and he wanted – needed – to feel Malfoy pressed beneath him like this with nothing in the way.
“Uhhh,” Harry groaned, getting unsteadily to his feet and pulling Malfoy up the stairs. “Want you.” They reached the first floor.
“Too many stairs,” Malfoy said.
“I know,” Harry tried to kiss him again, greedy and desperate, but this time it was Malfoy who yanked Harry towards the stairs. “Bed. This way.”
“Uh– it’s been raining in my room recently,” Harry told him as they reached the second floor landing. “Keep going.”
“Shit,” Malfoy pushed Harry up against the wall and worked open a couple of buttons on his shirt, his fingers smooth and sure against Harry’s skin. “Can’t wait.” Petals fluttered down on their heads from above, Malfoy’s breath hot on Harry’s jaw. “We could do it here,” Malfoy told him.
“Oh hell, yes,” Harry said, as Malfoy undid another button, and pressed a wet, open-mouthed kiss to Harry’s collarbone which pulled a breathless sound from Harry. “Oh fuck, yes, Draco.”
Malfoy obliged, snicking another button free. “You’re going to come so hard,” he told Harry, then he palmed the bulge of Harry’s cock, slow and dirty, and Harry let out a sound he had never heard himself make before, a groan of longing and desperation, mixed with amazement.
“Oh, god,” he gasped out, but before Malfoy could do it again, a blood-curdling sound came from above.
“Filth!” it shrieked.
“No,” Harry moaned. “Not now.” Not now, when Malfoy’s hands were working at Harry’s belt, and Harry’s fingers were sliding over the warm skin of Malfoy’s back. But it was too late. They had woken Walburga.
“Degenerate acts!” she screeched from the fourth floor. “Foul debauchery!”
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Seamus Finnigan, Gregory Goyle, Neville Longbottom Additional Tags: Drunkenness, Truth or Dare, tomfoolery, UST, Drinking Games, Post-Hogwarts, HP: EWE, Humor, H/D Pottermore Fair 2015, Leaky Cauldron, Flustered Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy Flirts, Smitten Harry Potter, Graphic Description of a Disgusting Drink, seriously it’s disgusting Summary:
Harry should have known better than to accept a drunken dare. Especially when Malfoy was sitting right there, looking like that and wearing those bloody tight trousers.
Excerpt:
Harry thought it over. Malfoy’s cologne was even better close up like this. He smelled completely intoxicating, and Harry stared longingly at the hollow of his throat, at the sharp line of his jaw and the perfect, sculpted curve of his lips. “There’s just something I want to do first.”
Malfoy looked bemused. “Oh?”
Harry pushed off from the wall and lunged towards Malfoy’s mouth all in one impatient movement. It wasn’t very a graceful moment, but as his lips made contact with Malfoy’s warm, blissful skin, he found he didn’t care.
Malfoy froze, just for a second, but then both his hands came up to Harry’s shoulders and he was kissing Harry back, and, oh, Merlin, he tasted so fucking good.
Harry’s hands were on Malfoy’s waist and he could feel the heat of his body through his shirt, feel the smooth-firmness of his skin under the fabric, and smell Malfoy up close, and it was better than he could ever have imagined. Harry kissed Malfoy as if he’d been waiting years to do it. Perhaps he had. He could feel Malfoy’s lips about to part beneath his, could think only of the moment when he would be able to taste Malfoy’s mouth, all of it, and then a door somewhere inside the pub banged and Ron’s voice called out, “Harry?”
Malfoy stepped away immediately and ran a hand over his hair to tidy it. Harry sagged back against the wall, the air chilly and unpleasant on his skin after Malfoy’s heavenly warmth.
“Harry!” Ron yelled.
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom, Minerva McGonagall, Luna Lovegood, Millicent Bulstrode Additional Tags: Outdoor Sex, Mildly Dubious Consent, Magical Bondage, UST, Hospitalisation, Forbidden Forest, wild magic Summary:
Malfoy's magic has run wild. But though wild magic is unpredictable and greatly feared, Harry's damned if he's going to let Malfoy rot in St Mungo's while they work out what to do with him.
Excerpt: “What is it that you want, Potter?” Malfoy's face was grim, almost fiendish in the moonlight.
“I want the same as you.” Harry moaned at the bursts of heat and want that gripped him deep within, making his voice crack as he spoke. “Now will you fucking come here and let it happen?”
Two strong tendrils of magic wrapped around Harry's wrists and lifted them over his head, making him arch his back. Malfoy almost fell towards him, his eyes scalding with intensity.
Now Harry understood why Malfoy's skin wore beads of sweat. The November chill was completely gone, replaced instead by a blazing heat which rolled from Malfoy's body. The air around them felt hot and dry, ready to ignite with one spark, but Harry still shivered as Malfoy raised a shaking hand to Harry's face. His fingers ran along Harry's cheek and down to his jaw, catching against the stubble there, while Malfoy stared at Harry as if he were cool water under the sweltering sun. It stole Harry's breath away, to be looked at like that – to be wanted like that – by Malfoy, and to see his body trembling just from their proximity, and the feel of Harry's skin under his fingers.
Sparks of magic showered Harry's face and radiated out everywhere that Malfoy touched. Then Harry felt a fresh wave buffeting his body back against the tree, and Malfoy doubled over, letting out a low guttural sound.
As he straightened up, his face was pained again. “Listen, Potter.” His voice was husky and broken. “You can feel it, yes? It's close – so close.” A vicious tremor ran through his body. “I'm warning you – if you run now, you could still get away. But if you stay... I'm not going to be able to control it.” He moaned, and Harry's eyes were drawn in fascination to the thick bulge at the front of Malfoy's trousers where Malfoy pressed his hand. “And... I've got no fucking idea what will happen.”
Harry's mouth was almost too dry to speak. “I'm not scared.”
Malfoy's gaze flicked up, his eyes wild. “Well, what if I am?” His voice cracked at the end. Harry was aching for his touch. For the feel of Malfoy's magic wrapped around him like a treacherous embrace.
“Come on, Malfoy.” Harry let his lip curl into a sneer and tilted his chin up, his arms stiff with strain as they stretched upwards. “Do your worst.”
Malfoy made a sound like a moan, like a sigh, and suddenly wave after wave of hot, powerful magic was flooding over Harry's skin. The invisible bonds gripped his wrists so tightly, lifting him so that his body was pulled taut in a merciless stretch, his feet on tiptoes only just reaching the ground. Then Malfoy leaned in and took Harry's lips in an open-mouthed kiss.
It was unlike any kiss he'd ever known. First, it was a man'smouth pressing against his, a man's lips moving hungrily over his. Not just any man – it was Malfoy. Draco Malfoy was kissing Harry like he could never get enough of it, like he'd destroy anyone who got in the way. Then, as Harry closed his eyes at the intensity of it, Malfoy's magic pummelled at him in relentless bursts, the dizzying power mingling with the taste of Malfoy's soft mouth and the smell of his body up close.
Harry gasped between Malfoy's lips and arched his body towards him, wanting nothing more than the press of Malfoy's skin against his. Through his closed eyelids he could see vibrant trails of colour, swooping and diving, and when he opened his eyes again, there were breathtaking arcs of light circling the tree.
Malfoy had his hands in Harry's hair and was grinding Harry against the beech, the solid press of his cock making Harry whimper with desire. He broke the kiss for a moment to suck in a breath, tasting the electricity in the air all around them, then meeting Malfoy's insistent mouth again with desperate kisses of his own.
Malfoy seemed utterly lost, his hips jerking, groaning with pleasure as his hands ran up to Harry's wrists and gripped them tight, his body covering Harry's, his magic pulsing against Harry's skin like water about to boil over. He gave a long slow thrust against Harry's hip and let out a whine of delight. Harry's cock leapt at the sound. He knew he could just go with it, let Malfoy do this until they both came, shuddering together against the tree, but it wasn't enough. It felt like this had been coming for a long, long time.
“Malfoy.” He wrestled to turn his head, with Malfoy still lavishing hot kisses all along his jaw and throat. “Oh, fuck, Malfoy. Stop.”
Malfoy's eyes were black pools of hunger. “No.” He licked and bit at Harry's throat, rutting against him, his hands gripping Harry's wrists hard enough to bruise. His voice was a low growl. “This is good, Potter, this is so good. This is how it has to be.”
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger Additional Tags: Muggle Studies, Mild religion bashing, fetishising the rituals of Catholicism, mild homophobia, Mildly Dubious Consent, Dirty Talk, First Time, Sexual Frustration, UST, Blow Jobs, Living As A Muggle, Priest Kink, Semi-Public Sex, Masturbation Summary:
It seemed like such a straightforward plan ‒ a trip to Suffolk to research his mother’s family tree and spend a few days relaxing by the seaside. Harry wasn’t looking for anything more than that. He certainly wasn’t looking for Draco Malfoy.
Excerpt:
What about you, then, Potter? Could you….” He brought his hand up to brush Harry’s bare shoulder, then dropped it back down. “Could you forgive me? For what I did. For what I am.” He spoke harsh and low.
It hurt Harry to swallow. “I don’t know.” Malfoy was standing so close, Harry could feel the heat from his body. “What are you?” Harry was leaning in without even meaning to. As if there was no other way it could be. He was drawn to Malfoy, again and again, the way the moon drew the tides.
Malfoy whispered it like a threat. “I don’t know.”
Malfoy’s face was out of focus now. Harry could just see his mouth, full and tempting, his lips gently parted. He didn’t know who leaned in and closed the final gap. He only knew that if he didn’t get to taste Malfoy, to touch him, right now, that he was going to ignite in a blaze of hellish desire.
The moment their lips met, Malfoy groaned and brought both hands up. One cupped the back of Harry’s head while the other moved over the bare skin of his back. Oh, god. It was like Harry was burning with an unholy bliss. He licked his way deep into Malfoy’s mouth, claiming it for his own, and felt fresh shivers of hunger and need as Malfoy tilted his head and allowed Harry to take the kiss deeper, to lose himself in the dark lushness of Malfoy’s mouth and tongue.
Malfoy’s fingers ran along his skin as if it was the finest silk, splaying greedily over his spine until they reached the small of his back. He cinched Harry in, bringing their bodies close, like they belonged together. Then Malfoy rolled his hips, once, twice, and Harry let out a guttural sound that vibrated deep in his chest. Malfoy’s erection, dragging across Harry’s, was hard and undeniable and made Harry feel like he was losing his fucking mind.
“Oh, god…” He whimpered, kissing Malfoy over and over between deep gasps of air, desperate for the taste of him, for the feel of his tongue sliding into Malfoy’s mouth, dizzy with the fact Malfoy was allowing him to do this. “Holy fucking Merlin.”
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, Millicent Bulstrode, Daphne Greengrass, Minerva McGonagall, Theodore Nott, Horace Slughorn Additional Tags: Hogwarts Eighth Year, Forced Bonding, Potions Accident, Fluff and Smut, Slytherins Being Slytherins, First Time, Hand Jobs Summary:
The first thing Harry knew about it was when he woke up lying on a bed in the hospital wing, with his arm firmly stuck to the scrawny, milk-white arm of Draco bloody Malfoy.
Excerpt:
“It’s all right.” Harry held him tightly. He was a bit trembly himself. His body felt as if it was roaring into life, the embers that had been smouldering all evening now about to burst into flames.
Malfoy’s breath fluttered against his neck. It seemed like the most thrilling thing in the world, the moist air blowing across his skin, to and fro. He had not a clue what to do. Holding Malfoy felt like holding his wand: he could feel the power and the thrumming energy within. Malfoy was breathing rather oddly. Harry was about to do – something – he had no idea what – when without warning, Malfoy’s mouth opened hotly, moving against Harry’s throat. It took Harry a moment to realise what was happening, by which time Malfoy’s lips were moving up towards Harry’s ear.
The fire inside Harry blazed brightly and heated every part of him. “What are you doing?”
“Do you want me to stop?” Malfoy said, suddenly fierce.
Harry’s blood was racing around his body. He felt impossibly alive, every nerve ending sensitised and alert. The answer came before he had even time to think. “No.”
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