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A True Entanglement
Booktopus @thebooktopus
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, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Astoria Greengrass Additional Tags: Unspeakable Draco Malfoy, Curse Breaker Harry Potter, Bisexual Harry Potter, Gay Draco Malfoy, Red String of Fate, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Meddling Friends, Getting Together, Forced Proximity, Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, Sharing a Bed, Dom/sub Undertones, Power Bottom Draco Malfoy, POV Third Person, POV Harry Potter, Hung Harry Potter, Rope Bondage, Choking, Breathplay, Drinking, Dubious Consent, Sexual Contact While One Party is Asleep, H/D Erised 2022
Summary:
One moment, Harry was minding his own business, going about his workday, and the next, he found himself being dragged across the Ministry by a red string that had somehow curled up in a pretty little bow around his wrist. A story of fate, smut, falling in love, and a string named Harold.
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Excerpt:
“Feeling a bit peaky, actually,” Harry said upon kicking off his shoes in the entranceway at Grimmauld. “Want to get some takeaway? My treat.”
“Sure,” Draco said, flicking away the rain that had caught them only briefly on the front doorstep. Thunder crashed loudly outside. “Good night for a laze about, anyway. Indian?”
Harry hummed. “Sounds lush. Any special requests? There’s a place up the road that delivers, so we don’t both have to brave the rain.”
“Samosa, naan. Something with paneer; not Vindaloo, please.”
“‘Kay. Let me call it in and then we can head upstairs and slip into something more comfortable.”
Draco raised an eyebrow, and Harry blushed. “I just meant not our work clothes, Merlin.”
Draco hummed knowingly, but let Harry call in their order and dutifully followed him up the stairs without another word. Once in their now-shared bedroom, though, he began unbuttoning his shirt without even turning away.
“What?” he asked, cocking his head with a grin as Harry watched on.
“Nothing. Nothing at all; please, carry on.” Harry collapsed onto the neatly-made bed, making to take off his socks but not removing his eyes from Draco. Inch after inch of gloriously pale skin was revealed to him, the inky black of Draco's magical tattoos swirling over his torso. A burst of flame erupted from a two-dimensional dragon’s mouth, the dragon eyeing Harry warily.
Harry shrugged off his robes and rolled down the sleeves of his button-down, beginning to unbutton his own shirt. His eyes flicked from the tattooed dragon's up to Draco’s, who was watching him with something akin to hunger.
“What?” Harry asked, winking at Draco. He tugged loosely on Harold, pulling Draco’s right wrist away from his task and urging him towards the bed. Draco grinned, stalking to the bed to stand between Harry’s legs.
Harry reached his hands out tentatively, wrapping them around the backs of Draco’s legs. Draco tucked a finger under Harry’s chin, tilting his head up to look at him. “Did you want something?” he asked sweetly.
Harry hummed, sinking his fingers deeper into the meat of Draco’s thighs. “Maybe.”
Draco ran his thumb over Harry’s bottom lip. “You’ll have to ask nicely, if there’s something that you want.”
Harry opened his mouth a bit, brushing his tongue over the tip of Draco’s thumb before sucking it into his mouth. He watched Draco’s smile widen and his eyes go dark. “What a good boy,” Draco said, and Harry shivered, using his tongue to take in more of Draco’s thumb.
Draco pulled his thumb out, spreading Harry’s spit over his bottom lip before inserting his pointer finger into Harry’s mouth. Harry sucked it in, biting down on the fleshiest part gently, then harder. He watched Draco’s eyes and nostrils flare. “Oh, this is going to be fun, isn’t it, darling?” Draco cooed. “What do you want?” he repeated after a moment, pulling his finger out of Harry’s mouth to allow him to respond.
“Kiss me,” Harry breathed, tipping his head back further. Draco’s fingers drifted down and wrapped loosely around Harry’s neck as he leant down. Harry could feel Draco’s breath ghosting over his lips, his whole world whittled down to Draco’s eyes and tightening grip around his neck.
“Good boy,” Draco breathed, finally brushing his lips over Harry’s own. Harry’s eyelids fluttered shut as he allowed Draco to control the kiss, pressing them together again and again. He felt Draco’s tongue slide over his bottom lip and opened his mouth with a quiet moan.
A sharp knock rang out from the floor below, and Harry cursed himself for removing the Fidelius Charm all those years ago. Draco stepped back, releasing Harry and leaving him to flop back on the bed with a half grunt, half groan. “That was fast,” Draco said, sounding frustratingly unflustered.
“Ugh,” Harry replied, palming his half-hard cock through his jeans. He sat up just in time to watch Draco pull a clean muscle tank on.
Draco pulled a t-shirt from a drawer and tossed it to Harry. “Come now, mustn’t keep our food waiting.”
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