An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Cassiara @cassiaratheslytherpuff
Chapters: 4/4
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy
Additional Tags: Accidental Bonding, Bonding, Magical Bond, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Except it's several years later, Auror Harry Potter, Professor Draco Malfoy, Student Harry Potter, Explicit Sexual Content, Getting Together, Praise Kink, Legilimency (Harry Potter), Light Angst, Happy Ending, Sexual Tension, Bottom Harry, Top Draco Malfoy
Harry has to go back to Hogwarts to get his NEWTs, and being well into his twenties he figures the course will pass without too much trouble. Enter Snape’s old Potions book, a bonding spell, and Draco Malfoy.
“I knew it! You’re following me!”
Harry stutters, not sure how the hell he’s going to get out of this one.
“No, I’m not, I just, er, needed some air?” Harry winces when the excuse comes out sounding like a question.
“You needed some air?” Malfoy says, voice dripping with disbelief. He looks – cold. Like he used to, closed off and inaccessible to Harry. Harry hasn’t realised how much more he’s been seeing of Malfoy’s expressions until they’re gone.
“I know, I just – I swear I don’t think you’re up to something,” Harry says. “I just, Merlin Malfoy, you make me so bloody curious.”
His words cause a crack in Malfoy’s armour, who draws his brows down in a confused frown.
“Yes,” Harry says, surprising himself by sounding almost out of breath with the need to make Malfoy believe him. “I don’t think you’re evil, or up to something bad. I swear. But I never know with you, what you’re thinking or feeling, or why you do the things you do. And I know my curiosity usually lands me in the stupidest situations, but I can’t help it with you.”
Harry draws a sharp breath at the words, this time so strong he would have sworn Malfoy said them out loud if he hadn’t been watching him. They sounded just as needy as Harry feels, and the force of his desire makes him take a step back so he’s leaning against the wall.
“You’re curious about me?” Malfoy asks, pushing off the wall where he’s been leaning and taking a step closer to Harry. “Why don’t I believe that’s the full story?”
Harry feels his heart speed up as Malfoy gets closer, and he can’t make his mouth work well enough to form words to say anything at all. Not when Malfoy is so close, and when Harry is so desperately horny after that night’s dream. A dream in which, incidentally, Malfoy had him pushed up against a wall as they desperately clawed at the other’s clothes and rutted against each other.
“I think you’re following me because you’re interested,” Malfoy says, voice low. He’s smirking and cocky, but Harry doesn’t miss the way he forces his hands open. He’s nervous too.
“And what if I am?” Harry challenges, forcing his chin up so he’s meeting Malfoy’s eyes again. His heart is still beating at full force, sending Harry’s whole body into overdrive. His cock hardens as Malfoy steps closer, and it’s so much like Harry’s dream that he can’t help but anticipate what comes next.
The thought is whispered just as Malfoy closes the distance with a final step. Harry’s brain is flooded with the sensation of Malfoy’s chest pressed against his own; Malfoy’s breath hot against his face and the pure heat between them.
“If you really are, I’m guessing you won’t mind this,” Malfoy says. He places his hands on either side of Harry’s head and leans forward, lips brushing softly against Harry’s. It’s so chaste it hurts, like the smell of something delicious that leaves you desperate to taste it. It’s a question, Harry realises. Does he really want this? And yes, fuck yes, he does.
Harry lifts his arms to pull Malfoy impossibly closer and leans in to deepen the kiss.
Malfoy doesn’t need Harry to answer twice. The second Harry shows that he wants it, he leans in and kisses Harry like he’s been starving for it. It’s all teeth and desperate clinging and Harry’s grateful he’s sandwiched between Malfoy and the wall because he’s pretty sure his legs stopped working somewhere around the time Malfoy took his bottom lip between his teeth and bit gently.
Harry can’t help the urge to rut up against Malfoy, letting his hands fall down to Malfoy’s hips and pulling him close again and again as his cock becomes fully hard and aching in his pants. Malfoy doesn’t seem to be holding back any better than Harry, panting hard against his lips in between kisses and jerking his hips to meet Harry’s.
The sound of his name startles Harry, and he’s not sure if Malfoy said it or thought it, but it doesn’t matter. He needs Malfoy’s mouth on his neck, on his ear, breathing and licking and biting. He’s been so close to that for weeks now, and he needs it for real.