An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Everything You Want (is Right in Front of You)
Chapters: 9/9
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Teddy Lupin, Andromeda Black Tonks, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, George Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Original Characters
Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Background Relationships, andromeda is a queen, Teddy is a cinnamon roll, but also a sneaky motherfucker, Competent Draco Malfoy, Soft Draco Malfoy, Oblivious Harry Potter, he's an idiot, Pining, Jealousy, Miscommunication, Misunderstandings, Slow Burn, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Anal Sex, Masturbation
When Harry realizes that Malfoy has been spending time with his godson, he knows that the Slytherin is up to something. He’s determined to prove it—even if it means spending more time with the prat.
And no matter what Hermione thinks, there is absolutely no reason why Teddy is suddenly morphing into a miniature version of his cousin when Harry is around.
Or is there?
Draco tilted his head, squinting at Harry.
“Potter—” Harry stiffened, hating the sound of his surname on Draco’s lips after only a few weeks of going without it. After a moment, Draco whispered, “Why, exactly, do you think that Jesse doesn’t like you?”
“Er...” Harry wrinkled his nose, a soft breath of laughter escaping him. He let go of Draco’s hand, reaching back to rub at the back of his neck instead. “Well, I thought that you two were together—after that photo in The Prophet the other month, and how close you were. And...I mean, at the camp last weekend, I don’t think I was exactly subtle.”
“You rarely are,” Draco stated, his cheek dimpling as his lips twitched.
Harry grinned, “Yeah, well...he kept glaring at me, and I figured it was because he knew how I felt. About you.” He ran shaky fingers through his messy curls, glancing away as he felt his cheeks begin to flush. “So I thought, why would he like me, then? When it was obvious that I wanted you.” Draco inhaled sharply, but Harry kept forging on. He could not risk stopping at this point and not letting Draco know how he felt. “Anyway, Ginny disabused me of that notion. I, er...may not have been the most observant friend to her in recent months.”
“Ah, yes,” Draco hummed. “I assume that she informed you of whom Jesse is actually going out with, then?”
“Er...yes. When I saw them together on Saturday I thought Jesse was flirting with her—which, to be fair, he was—but I also thought that he was with you. Ginny came by the other day and told me that they were together, and that...well. She didn’t really say, actually.” Harry frowned, recalling how Ginny had urged him to talk to Draco. “But she said that there was a reason that Jesse didn’t like me...And that I should ask you about it.”
Draco’s breath hitched, and Harry raised his gaze to meet Draco’s wide-eyed stare. Harry licked his lips, eyes flickering across Draco’s face, before settling on his lips, reddened from where Draco had been chewing at them.
“Draco...” Harry started, voice deep and hoarse, hesitantly lifting his eyes to look into Draco’s, his heart beginning to thrum in his chest. “Why doesn’t he like me?”
Draco was silent, a deep flush spreading across his pale cheeks. The freckles across the bridge of his nose stood out and he looked to the side, nose wrinkling as if debating what to say.
“You have to understand,” Draco started, voice soft, “that Jesse looks out for me. More than anyone has since the war...since my parents.”
“Alright...” Harry nodded slowly, fingers itching to reach out and hold Draco’s hand in his own again.
“He knows me. And he—” Draco swallowed thickly “—he doesn’t want to see me hurt.”
Draco’s words staked him in place. Harry felt frozen in fear, unable to breathe. Harry thought his entire body might burst into flames, hot hope licking over his skin.
He took a shuddering breath, shaky and unsure, “And Jesse thinks that I can hurt you...right?”
Draco tilted his head, narrowing his eyes as he scoffed at Harry, “Potter...he knows that you can.”
Harry took a jolting step forwards, fingers hesitating in front of Draco. He desperately wanted to reach for the other man, to pull him forward. But he had to be sure.
“Draco...please,” Harry choked out, begging, “Tell me I have a chance.”
“Merlin, Potter. You are such an idiot,” Draco growled, voice vibrating deep in his throat as he took a quick step towards Harry. He lifted his hands, threading his fingers through Harry’s curls and pulling Harry forward.
Their lips crashed together, sharp and biting, and it hurt for how fierce it was. Harry gasped against Draco’s lips before a low groan tore itself from his throat and he melted. His fingers trembled, clutching at Draco’s hips and yanking him closer.
For how explosive their initial collision was, it rapidly calmed. Desperation morphed into tenderness, lips slowing as they dragged against one another. Harry drew his hand up Draco’s firm back until his fingers tangled in silky hair. He tugged gently, a deep moan vibrating from the man’s throat before Draco pressed forward, pushing Harry backwards until he felt the solid wall of the sitting room against his back. Harry rested his hands against Draco’s hips, grasping at the sharp bones protruding above the seam of his trousers. His fingers dipped beneath the fabric, searching for the warmth of Draco’s skin.
Draco tore his lips from Harry’s own, nipping at skin as he kissed his way down Harry’s neck. “Harry—”
“Draco—” Harry stuttered “—wait.”
Draco froze, his fingers digging into Harry’s side. Harry gasped at the sudden pain.
Instantly, Draco began to pull away. “I apologize. I did not mean to—“
“Stop,” Harry groaned, darting forward and sucking Draco’s bottom lip between his own. When he leaned back, Draco’s eyes were wide as he stared down at Harry, pupils blown so that there was but a thin ring of silver outlining black. “I just meant...gods, Draco. I don’t want to rush into this. It’s not just about sex, for me.” He swallowed, looking up at Draco through his lashes. “I want—I need more than just tonight, with you.”
Draco’s eyes searched Harry’s for a few seconds, then abruptly, his shoulders relaxed. He laughed, a sharp, bright sound, “Merlin, you really are an idiot, Harry.”
