An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Blaise Zabini, Minerva McGonagall, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: Romance, Fluff, Healer Harry Potter, Potions Master Draco Malfoy, Post-Hogwarts, HP: EWE, Teaching, Hand Jobs, Anal Fingering, Falling In Love, Community: hd_erised, Professor Draco Malfoy, POV Alternating, POV Draco Malfoy, POV Harry Potter, Gay Male Character
Summary:
When Draco chose to teach at Hogwarts, he never expected to fall in love. But he did. Falling slowly, like the sun fades into each sunset.
He knocked lightly on the door. "Draco?"
"Sorry, he's dead," came a weary voice from behind the door. "I'm just waiting for an invitation to the headless hunt, now."
Harry smiled. "You still have your head, which instantly disqualifies you."
"I'm certain I could convince Nick to take it off for me." Harry heard the water running, then the door opened. Draco looked tired, but better. "And the way it feels right now, that could only be an improvement. And Seriously? This exhaustion just from going to the loo is ridiculous."
"I know. But like I told you…"
They said the words together, Draco scowling. "Not quickly enough."
"By this time tomorrow, I swear you'll be feeling a hundred times better."
"I’m going to hold you to that, Potter. Being my Healer, you should know Malfoys are very poor sports when disappointed."
Harry grinned. "I believe after knowing you for as long as I have, I was already aware of that."
Draco took a step out of the door then stopped abruptly, closing his eyes, his hand going out as if to brace against the wall. Harry caught it instead.
"Easy," Harry said. "I’ve got you."
"I can do it," Draco snapped, but he swayed.
"Is that right?" Harry slipped his arm around Draco’s slender waist. "Put your arm around my shoulders."
"Can’t you hear?" Draco said, his brow furrowed, clearly irritated. "I said I can do it, and I don’t need to be coddled like some third year. Gods, Potter. Just let me do it and save your hero complex for someone who needs it."
Harry gripped the back of Draco’s bathrobe when he tried to step away. "So, what? I’m supposed to let you fall and break something?"
"I’m not going to fall. I managed to make it into the loo. I can make it back."
Harry stared into the angry, pale, resolute face and felt a strange fondness fill him. He liked the prissy, pissy git. A lot. He released the back of his bathrobe and took a step away. "Fine."
Instantly, Draco stumbled, his arms shooting out and his face showing his alarm. Harry caught him and tried very hard not to look superior, his hands circling Draco’s ribcage. Draco looked at him, his lips tight.
But he didn’t. Harry could see it in his eyes. He didn’t hate Harry any more than Harry hated him. Acting on instinct, Harry slid his arms around to Draco’s back, taking a step in closer and curling his hands into the back of the bathrobe.
"What are you doing?" Draco looked down at him, his eyes wide. He was a couple of inches taller than Harry, and
Harry tilted his head back, meeting his gaze.
Harry stepped in closer, until their chests pressed together.
Harry angled his head up and to the side, and caught Draco’s mouth just as he started to make another remark.
Instead, Draco gasped, and Harry took advantage of his open mouth, sliding his tongue along the inside of his lower lip.
Draco’s entire body went rigid. Harry opened his hands, sliding them closer to his spine, his fingers pressing in. It took another couple of moments, but then Draco made a sound in the back of his throat and he angled his head, his lips moving against Harry’s in a gentle caress.
Finally, Harry pulled back, his eyes opening. Draco was a bit slower, but then they were staring into one another’s eyes.
"I believe," Draco said, sounding breathless, "that I could make a case for malpractice."
Harry laughed. "You probably could, if you wanted to." He held Draco’s gaze. "But you don’t."
"You’ve always been insufferable," Draco sighed, but his tone was in opposition to the words. He almost sounded… gentle.
Harry lifted a hand and pushed Draco’s soft fringe back from his forehead. "Well, you’d know all about being insufferable." He kissed Draco again, his lips lingering, his hand slipping to the back of Draco’s head and his fingers spearing into his hair. This kiss was longer, searching, tongue’s slipping gently together. Harry’s heart kicked against his ribs when one of Draco’s hands slid around his waist. When this kiss ended, Draco rested his forehead against Harry’s shoulder with a sigh.
"Potter, you know this is impossible."
"I don’t know any such thing," Harry replied, his palm sliding to the back of Draco’s neck. "We won’t be the first couple on staff at Hogwarts."
Draco lifted his head, looking surprised. "Is that what we’re going to be? A couple?"
Their eyes met and held again. "I hope so," Harry said finally. "I don’t think you’re exactly one off material, at least not for me."
Draco stared into his face for so long that Harry began to feel nervous.
Finally, he licked his lips. "I don’t believe you’re a one off for me, either," he said softly. "Merlin help me."
