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“How was I supposed to know you didn’t get the owl?” “Perhaps because I didn’t respond to it?” “Maybe you were just being rude.” “I’ve been accused of many things, Potter. Rudeness has never been among them.” Potter mumbled something that sounded distinctly like, “–clearly didn’t spend much time in the Gryffindor common room.” Draco, with all the enlightened magnanimity of adulthood, decided to let it pass.
Moneymaker by @dictacontrion
“Okay.” Potter’s voice is still that strange, small thing which doesn’t fill the room anymore. He tugs away from Draco and grabs his jumper, pulling it over his head and standing awkwardly. He looks at the rumpled sheets and grimaces, his eyes meeting Draco’s briefly. “I’ve fucked things up, haven’t I?” “I’m not sure we had anything to fuck up,” Draco says. The I’m not sure you gave us a chance doesn’t need saying. When Potter leaves, the house is too silent and still. Draco ends up going out and finding a Muggle with dark hair and green eyes and he fucks him just to remind himself he can. It’s splashed all over The Sun the next morning and Draco can’t help but wonder if Potter’s reading.
Death Dreams by @writcraft
“Come on, then. Out with it.” Potter leans forward again, looking around to check nobody’s listening. “I want you to tell me about it.” “Which bit of it? The bit where I was locked in my room because the Dark Lord decided I didn’t deserve to be fed for days? Or the bit where I had to watch him-” “Christ, Malfoy. No. Not about that. Not about any of that.” Potter winces and he twists his hands, his cheeks hot red. He looks sheepish and then lets out a jagged breath. “I mean, unless it would help?” “Not particularly.” Draco drains his wine and gestures for another. He’s damned if he’s standing around at the bar waiting for his drinks. “Then what?” “About the…Muggles. The men.” Potter’s breath leaves him in a low whoosh. It’s warm and it ghosts over Draco’s skin as Potter edges closer, his eyes bright and his cheeks flushed. “I want you to tell me about that.” Draco sucks in a breath because, oh. Isn’t that interesting?
Death Dreams by @writcraft
“Malfoy,” he said. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.” He gazed deeply into Draco’s eyes, looking fearless and brave and so very Potter, just the way he was meant to. And fuck, it was so hot. “How was that?” Draco swallowed. He could feel his body coming to life, wanting nothing more than to press into Potter and keep touching him. Luckily, with Granger’s potion, Draco felt mostly in control and the response he felt was purely, mercifully human. “It’s a start, Potter.” Potter gave him a sly grin. “Just a start?” he asked. “And how do you suggest I finish?” He trailed his hands along Draco’s chest and pressed him back against the stone to kiss him. Draco pulled away and smirked. “I think I’d like for us both to finish this time, Potter, if you don’t mind.”
Ferret Face by SunseticMonster
“I shouldn’t have told you, should I,” Luna said to him after lunch one day. “I’m sorry, Harry.” “Told me—” “About Draco,” she said. “I didn’t realize it was you, too.” “What? No, we, I—” Harry said, and then just fled. He still maintained the desperate hope that no one else knew, right up until the day McGonagall cornered them after dinner and said severely, “Professor Malfoy, Auror Potter, I would not have thought I needed to remind two grown wizards that the corridors of Hogwarts are not an appropriate place for snogging—”
Newts by @astolat
Harry smirked as he pulled Malfoy’s trousers and pants down to his ankles, freeing his erection for Harry to see. It was exactly like every other bit of Malfoy: long, pale, beautiful, and prone to blushing. The tip was almost red and it glistened with a single drop of pre-come. Harry nuzzled against it, feeling the smear of wetness on his cheek. “You missed.” Malfoy deadpanned, tugging lightly at Harry’s hair again.
Finding the Fit by @fantasyfiend09
“I have no interest in the Manor.” Potter balked. “You’re joking.” “The wards on the property are embedded in the very foundation, as well as many of the root systems on the grounds, and some predate the Magna Carta by over a century. Do you really think it would accommodate WiFi?” “But,” Potter spluttered, ”but–” “Or a mobile signal? Or telly?” He leaned in faux-conspiratorially, trying to match the gravity in Potter’s voice rather than dissolving into laughter. “Between you and me, I do enjoy seeing which magical bits and bobs turn up on Antiques Roadshow.”
Moneymaker by dicta_contrion
“Hell and Fiendfyre, Malfoy.” Potter pushes himself up on his elbows to look me in the face. “You’re actually serious.” “I’m deadly serious. I can’t do it if there’s a possibility you might regret it later.” Potter closes his eyes and shakes his head. “You stupid, bloody, noble, shitty bastard.” There doesn’t seem any answer to that. I stand up and walk over to the fireplace, and stare at the dregs of wine left in my glass. What I need is a large brandy. “Fuck.” Potter reaches down to adjust himself and I feel a lurch of heat in the pit of my stomach. He leans back against the sofa and sighs. “And there was me thinking Slytherins were easy
Higher and Higher (Temptation) by birdsofshore
