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Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Relationship: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger,Madam Rosmerta/George Weasley, Original Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Getting Together, Dating, Chocolatier Draco Malfoy, Woodcutter Harry Potter, Chocolate, Trees, Flowers, Singing, Ferret Draco Malfoy, Tree Sex, Drinking, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, H/D Erised 2023, Christmas Carols, Tattooed Harry Potter, Sectumsempra Scars (Harry Potter), Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Past Harry Potter/Original Male Character(s)Language: English Collections: H/D Erised 2023 Words: 34,734
Summary:
Reeling from the fallout of a bad breakup, Harry decides to find out who his soulmate is. The bad news: it's Draco Malfoy. The good news: Malfoy doesn't seem to know they're soulmates. The worst news: Harry might be falling for him anyway.
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Excerpt:
“You really are cute as a ferret,” Harry says later. The shop is closed for the night, poor Benjamin has finally been sent home, and Draco has let Harry into the back kitchen, where he’s putting trays of chocolate in the cold cupboard to chill for the night.
Draco gives him a glare, but it seems perfunctory, and after a moment where Harry realizes he’s assessing whether he means it, he tips his nose in the air with a sniff. “Of course I am. Much cuter than that weasel.”
“Well—”
“I can quite easily throw you out of here, you know.”
“There’s no question that you’re cuter than weasel George,” Harry says, finding he means it as he says it. Draco looks assessing again, before turning back to spelling a few molds clean, and Harry watches with delight as a flush crawls up the back of his neck.
He sidles up to the counter, leaning his hip against it and crowding in close. Draco hastily brings out a stack of chocolate bars, shiny and crisp, fanning them across a marble cutting board, concentrating very hard on that as Harry leans in further.
“I’m a bit biased, of course,” Harry says, voice lowered carefully. That back-of-the-neck flush is so close now, and Harry can see it spreading up to Draco’s cheeks.
“Oh?” Draco asks, just the tiniest bit of a shake in his voice. Harry nods, and he thinks Draco can feel it; a particularly unruly lock of his hair brushes the side of Draco’s face.
“Right. Because we’re—well, I’d like—you’re my boyfriend, aren’t you? So of course I think you’re cuter.”
Draco sucks in a breath, and Harry feels that. He watches Draco carefully, can see the smallest twitches in his face at this distance, the way he bites his bottom lip. His hand has the slightest tremor as he picks up a nearby knife and begins chopping up the chocolate bars one by one, steadying as he goes.
“Am I your boyfriend, then?” he asks, eyes rapt on the chocolate. Harry finds himself following his gaze for a moment, watching the chocolate break into shards, listening to the satisfying snaps of the pieces and taps of the knife.
“I’d like you to be,” Harry says, and he looks back at Draco’s face when the knife pauses. Still careful, he adds, “Do you want to be?”
At this point, Draco has kissed him, snogged him, held his hand; he’s dated him rather thoroughly. He’s agreed to all of Harry’s suggestions and propositions and he’s offered some of his own. But he hasn’t outright said how he feels about Harry, and while it’s clear he’s been enjoying himself, Harry finds he needs to hear something real.
Harry knows what he’s asking—are you here with me? He doesn’t want to fall on his own again, not for the one person meant to fall for him in return.
Draco looks down at his chopped-up chocolate pieces. He sets the knife down, and Harry’s nearly disappointed; he loves watching Draco work, will treasure this extended look at it.
But the disappointment clears quickly when Draco twists to the side a bit, facing Harry. He lifts his chin almost defiantly when he says, “Yes. I think I’d like that.”
“Oh, I know you will,” Harry says, and he cups Draco’s cheek and brings his face lower so he can kiss him.
Draco moves his whole body into the kiss, pressing against Harry head to toe. Harry’s back digs into the counter a bit but he can’t possibly mind the position, sandwiched as he is by Draco’s warmth, his lovely scent and the soft, plush press of his mouth on his. He’s open and inviting, and Harry’s almost giddy when they break apart a moment, his smile uncontrollable.
“You’re my boyfriend, then?”
Draco nods, swallowing hard a moment, before saying, “I am. And you’re mine.”
“I am. Merlin, that’s terrific.”
Harry can feel the heat that spreads over Draco’s face at that; he absolutely treasures it. He kisses along the tops of Draco’s pink cheeks, plants something particularly wet and loud on Draco’s jaw, and feels like he’s got Felix Felicis running through his veins when Draco lets out a soft little laugh.
“You’re absurd,” Draco tells him, and Harry just grins back at him until Draco leans in and starts the kiss up again.
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