Come Home.
It had been a few months now since Draco and Harry had become... ‘friends’. He wouldn’t go as far as saying a friend exactly. He wouldn’t really say anything, to anyone. What they did together in private on the weekends was a secret, that not even they would admit to themselves. Well, Draco at least.
He hungrily kissed and nipped at the soft skin on Harry’s neck as his hands firmly pressed Harry’s hips into the bed, earning him a quiet groan- which went straight to his nether regions. It had been a few months of this, and yet they’d never seen each other naked. Just quick getting-off and parting ways, is all it was, really. Draco wouldn’t dare call it anything else. The thought of it was sickening. Tonight was different, though. They’d both mutually decided that clothed getting off was not enough for them. They needed more of each other- way more at that.
Draco slipped his cool fingers beneath the thin shirt Harry wore, grumbling lowly at the feel of Harry’s soft skin. Harry felt as though he was on fire, sighing and groaning at the feel of Draco’s touch, lips parted with tightly shut eyes. Draco thought he looked breathtaking, not that he’d ever admit it.
Draco couldn’t take it any longer, tearing off the shirt in a swift movement, to which surprised Harry at his eagerness. Harry’s fingers fumbled for Draco’s own shirt before huffing as he struggled to unbutton it, instead moving to unbuckle his belt desperately, eyes hooded and glasses crooked. Draco gulped at the sight, pulling off his shirt for him before he carded his fingers slowly through Harry’s hair encouragingly as Harry leaned up and trailed kisses along the blond’s pale chest, lips moving lower and lower, causing Draco’s eyes to flutter shut. He gave a slight tug at the black hair that was currently clenched in his fists, which earned a muffled moan from Harry’s plump lips. Draco found himself pushing Harry back down onto his back, lips attacking his chest now, kissing and nipping here and there, not bothering to be gentle with the other.
He found himself pausing once he got down far enough to see his chest properly, pulling back with furrowed brows. He was silent for a long moment, causing Harry’s eyes to reopen with a confused hum, “Draco..?”
“Potter.” he responded, though not quite helping. “Why the bloody hell are you so thin?”
Harry raised an eyebrow, “Charming, you are.” he mumbled sarcastically, huffing softly before he lightly shoved Malfoy off of him, moving to stand and grab his shirt as he shook his head.
Draco couldn’t tear his eyes away from Harry’s pale, skinny torso, heart racing a little faster than it already was, “Potter, why are you so thin?” he repeated, this time he was much more worried than he cared to admit, but he couldn’t help that, nor could he find reason for it.
“Why do you care, Malfoy?” Harry spat in return as he shoved his discarded clothing back onto his body, not wanting to look at the other.
“Because you’re not healthy.” he couldn’t stop himself, as much as he wanted to say, ‘I don’t care’, he really couldn’t stop it. He stood quickly as Harry began to walk to the door, shaking his head stubbornly, “You’re not leaving until you tell me, Harry. Are you.. not eating?”
“Of course I am. Don’t be stupid-”
“Don’t fucking lie to me. If you did, your ribs wouldn’t stick out further than a house-elf’s damn ear do.”
“That’s an exaggeration, mate. Thanks though, you’ve always been fantastic with words.” he glared at the other, sighing deeply. He watched Draco for a long moment, biting his lip. They remained like this for a long moment, just staring each other down in the hopes that the other would back down. But neither did.
Harry was first. “... I live with my auntie and uncle. Muggles. Hate magic.” he hummed quietly, more than he wanted to tell the other originally.
Draco raised an eyebrow, “...And..?”
“I don’t really... You know.. Get on with them.” he said quietly once more, frowning uncomfortable. There was a definite shift in his mood.
“Potter, what are you saying? Spit it out.”
“I suppose they punish me for... I don’t know what. But it’s not a big deal, I’m leaving there soon, anyway.”
“They abuse you.” Draco found himself spitting it at the other, as though it was an accusation. Harry flinched. Draco took it as a ‘yes’. “Bloody fucking goblin shits- why the hell didn’t you tell me?! Does anyone know?”
Harry sighed, shaking his head, “It’s not a big deal! Anyway what am I supposed to say?! We’re not even friends, all we do is... well, nothing. Of course people know, McGonagall... Hermione, Ron, everyone knows, I guess.. I didn’t really think to tell you, it’s not something I usually bring up during a hookup.”
Draco scowled, though it wasn’t Harry he was angry at. It was them. His fingers slowly traced along his ribs, moving slowly down to his hip bones followed by a sigh. Harry looked at Draco, brows furrowed.
“What are you thinking..?” Harry asked in a whisper, fingers moving up to curl through Draco’s blond hair, leaning forward before pressing small, delicate kisses his cheek and jawline. Draco closed his eyes at the feeling.
“I’m thinking... I’m infuriated. With them. Not you.. Never you... It’s not your fault.” he whispered in response, one hand moving up from his hip bone to cup Harry’s cheek as he pulled him close, slowly laying them both down. Harry settled one leg between Draco’s, sighing as Draco wrapped his arm around Harry. It was intimacy that neither of them had experienced before, and they both loved it. Adored it. Draco felt he could never let go again.
“I’m sending them several howlers.” Draco finally said, to which Harry laughed softly.
“I won’t stop you, Draco. It’d scare them. Suppose they deserve it.”
“They deserve more than just a howler, Harry.” He spoke in a stern tone, though his hold on Harry was gentle, the way his fingertips caressed his sides were gentle. “This summer... Stay with me...” He whispered softly, eyes closed. Harry looked up at him, confusion written all over his face, “Come home.”
“Home? Privet drive... for the summer at least, is my home. Here’s home, Hogwarts.”
“No... It doesn’t have to be. Harry, this means more than what it is.”
“What does?”
“Us. It’s more than just... casual sex. Right? Tell me you feel something. Anything.”
Harry was silent, trying desperately to read Draco’s expressions though he couldn’t. He wasn’t so great at that. “Right.”
Draco remained quiet, though his lips tugged into a smile. “Then come home.”
Harry didn’t hesitate this time, smiling widely as he watched Draco, “Alright.”
I feel like this is kind of shite, so I might re-write it, but tell me what you think?