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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, Pansy Parkinson, Scorpius Malfoy, James Sirius Potter, Albus Severus Potter, Lily Luna Potter, Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Teddy Lupin Additional Tags: Post-Hogwarts, Single Parents, Dating, Godric's Hollow, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers, Matchmaking, Harry Potter & Ginny Weasley Friendship, Divorced Harry Potter & Ginny Weasley, Bisexual Harry Potter, Gay Draco Malfoy, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Oblivious Harry Potter, H/D Career Fair 2017, HP: Epilogue Compliant Summary:
In which one wizard designs and another reluctantly patronises a magical matchmaking service, amidst the chaos of children and parenting.
Excerpt: “Are you going to tell me why you’re here?” Harry whispered.
Draco let his eyes fall to Harry’s lips, neck, chest. Then he brought his gaze back to Harry’s. “No,” Draco whispered back.
Then he took a confident step forwards, grabbed hold of Harry’s tatty Harpies t-shirt, and tugged Harry close to him. He paused, looking at Harry’s eyes, as if for permission—or absolution. “Is this alright?” he whispered.
Harry’s eyes widened. This wasn’t what he’d expected. He’d expected, he didn’t know—avoiding the issue, or denial, or obfuscation. He thought maybe he’d have to convince Draco, or that Draco would find a way to use Harry’s interest against him. Instead, Draco’s candidness went straight to Harry’s cock. Harry hadn’t realised how much he wanted not to be in control for once.
Harry smiled and touched his nose to the side of Draco’s neck. “It’s more than alright,” he whispered. “And I don’t think any children need assistance in the loo, Merlin help us.”
Draco laughed, bright and free, grabbed Harry’s face with both hands, and crushed their lips together. Harry leaned into it, wrapping his muscular arms around Draco’s tall, lithe frame.
It was lips and tongue and teeth and it probably should’ve been terrible because it was uncoordinated and frantic—but it wasn’t, because it was Draco and Harry was lost. His body was pulsing with blood and magic, and Ginny’s words—“He’s crazy about you, too”—echoed in his mind.
Then Harry groaned and pushed Draco back into the wall, and all thoughts of his ex-wife were lost to the haze of lust and something even more formidable that felt like forever.
“Fuck,” Harry whispered, pressing close-mouthed kisses to Draco’s neck and clavicle.
“Quite,” Draco whispered back. “Fuck, Harry, do you know how much I’ve wanted to touch you these past few weeks?”
Harry laughed and brought his face level with Draco’s, pressing their lips together again. “I think I have a bit of an idea.”
They kissed with heat for a few more moments, but then Harry gathered his determination and pushed Draco’s chest away. “Draco, I—”
Draco ducked his face to the side of Harry’s, sucking Harry’s earlobe into his mouth.
Harry moaned, then whispered, “Wait, hold on. I can’t—we can’t—do this if it’s just a one-off thing. The kids.”
At that, Draco withdrew. He frowned, narrowing his eyes. “The bloody kids is why this can’t be a one-off, Potter?”
Harry’s mouth fell open.
“I’ll tell you why this can’t be a one-off,” Draco whispered. “This can’t be a one-off because I’ve wanted to fuck you since I was fourteen, and that was before you looked this bloody sexy all the time, and before you were the perfect father, and before you made me laugh all the time and showed me movies and cared about Scorpius. It’s really not fair. You’re not fair.”
Harry’s eyes smoldered, but he was speechless, breathing heavy. Draco’s words took the air from his lungs as effectively as a Flipendo.
“This can’t be a one-off,” Draco continued, whispering with possessive, almost angry eyes, “because I’m fairly certain that if I fuck you, I’ll never want to fuck anyone else ever again.”
“ It can’t be a one-off because I want to be the only one allowed to touch you. Because when you’re upset, for some asinine and disgustingly soppy reason, I want to wrap you in my arms until you’re happy again. Not because of the fucking kids.”
Harry stared into Draco’s ardent eyes. He could feel something he hadn’t even been aware of unclenching deep in his gut. Draco wanted him. Eventually, Harry whispered with a slow smile, “Good.”