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Chapters: 2/2 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, Teddy Lupin, Original Child Character(s) Additional Tags: Romance, Beauxbatons, Paris (City), Professor Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy Speaks French, France (Country), Post-Hogwarts, Summer School, Harry Potter is Teddy Lupin’s Godfather, Seeker Harry Potter, Sightseeing, Flying Instructor Draco Malfoy, H/D Pottermore Fair 2015 Summary:
Beauxbatons is hosting the first ever Quidditch Summer School for children from all over Europe, and Harry has promised to enroll Teddy as his birthday present. Meanwhile, Draco is stuck in his office, putting together the first ever Quidditch Summer School for children from all over Europe during, when he should be enjoying summer holidays.
Excerpt: When Harry threw the powder on the glowing embers, he turned to look at him. “Come up for a bit?” he asked nervously. The bravado he’d shown at the restaurant with his comment about Draco’s French was gone. The man standing before him was not the Saviour of all Britain; he was just a man like any other, inviting another man up to his hotel room and afraid of being rejected.
The terminal was empty apart from themselves, and Draco closed the distance between them and kissed him, a gentle pressing of his lips against Harry’s. He trailed his fingers down the side of Harry’s face to his throat and chest. “Oui,” he answered against Harry’s lips before kissing him again.
Stepping from the flames into the hotel’s lobby only moments, Draco’s mouth was dry, and his fingers twitched to weave themselves through Harry’s hair.
And to do other things, as well.
“I’m on the seventh floor,” Harry said, his voice strained, as they crossed the lobby to the lift.
No lift had ever moved slower.
Finally, the doors opened, and they stepped out into the corridor. Harry’s room was at the end of the corridor, and when he drew his wand to unlock the door, Draco saw his hand shake.
He couldn’t wait any longer. Even before the words of the spell had been spoken, Draco grabbed Harry by the arm and pulled him towards him. Just as eager, Harry’s free hand cupped the side of Draco’s face before sliding down his neck to his shoulder and around his back. The few kisses they’d shared in the Floo terminal had been starters for this, the main course. The moment their lips met, Draco knew he’d never really known what magic was before. Kissing Harry excited him more than any other man ever had. Harry’s mouth, his hands, his body, the feel of his hair between Draco’s fingers … Draco had never been more aware of the feel of another man’s body before. Before Harry pulled away, he took Draco’s lip between his teeth and tugged it gently. He released it, then captured it again. Breathing heavily and each with a drunken smile on his face, they stood in the corridor with their arms around each other, their faces so close the tips of their noses touched and each exhaled breath ghosted over the other’s skin.
Harry had barely whispered the words of the spell to unlock the door before his mouth was on Draco’s again. They stumbled into the room, holding each other so tightly they nearly tripped over each other’s feet.
Once inside, Draco shoved Harry against the closed door, their lips still moving together, and their tongues learning the contours of each other’s mouth. Moving from Harry’s mouth, Draco kissed and nibbled and sucked along his jaw as he pressed his hand against the front of Harry’s trousers.
“Fuck, yes,” Harry hissed, dropping his head back against the door and exposing his neck more fully to Draco. He moaned as Draco pulled the button on his jeans open and lowered the zip