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Here's The Pencil, Make It Work
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Draco Malfoy/Original Male Character, Neville Longbottom/Ginny Weasley Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Original Characters, Ginny Weasley Additional Tags: HP: EWE, Coffee Shops, Muggles, Alcohol, Recreational Drug Use, Smoking, Bisexuality, Post-War, Coming Out, Draco Malfoy in the Muggle World, Mental Health Issues, Misunderstandings Series: Part 1 of Here's the Pencil
Summary:
Harry thinks "Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?" is a much simpler question than, "Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don't, what will you do?"
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Excerpt:
Malfoy lifts his head and laughs delightedly, breath ghosting against Harry's cheek. "I want to tell you a secret," he says, and his voice is so soft and so sweet against Harry's ear, and Harry never imagined he'd think a word like that about Malfoy. He feels the warmth of Malfoy all against him and his heart aches.
"What?" says Harry, falling into a whisper for no good reason. "What's the secret?"
"You're not really ugly," says Malfoy, whispering, too.
"Oh, really?"
"Oh, really," says Malfoy, still talking in Harry's ear. "I think you're so fit."
Harry thinks his heart might stop for a moment.
"What?"
"I think you're so fit, Harry Potter. I meant that about the snow suiting you. You've got really lovely eyes."
"Oh," says Harry, heart kick starting again, pounding hard in his chest.
"Tell me a secret back," says Malfoy, fingers reaching out to, inexplicably, turn Harry's head towards him and touch his scar.
Malfoy's fingers are touching him so gently, and he's smiling in his silly lopsided way, and he thinks Harry's fit with lovely eyes. Harry's drunk, and he wants him so much.
"I want you," he whispers.
"Oh," says Malfoy. His eyes flick to Harry's lips, and then back up to his eyes.
In one swift movement, Harry tangles his hands in Malfoy's hair, presses him against the back of the couch, and kisses him. He shouldn't. It's too quick. He's taking one little hint and running with it, running too soon, like he always does, but Malfoy kisses him back with no hesitation, and Harry's heart has never felt quite so full before, excitement and anxiety and want spilling over the edges. Malfoy is kissing him back. Malfoy is gripping onto his waist, his arse. Harry wants to touch everywhere at once. His hands are in Malfoy's hair, on his shoulders, his chest, down to his waist – it all goes by so quickly, so surreally. Malfoy is making small, deep noises that Harry wants to hear more of, touching him back, kissing him like maybe he's wanted this, too, his mouth hot and wet and tasting of eggnog and cigarettes, his tongue in Harry's mouth.
"It's fucking freezing!" somebody yells outside, and they startle and stop snogging.
For a moment, Malfoy's eyes, pupils wide and dark with lust, are startled – and then a slow smile crosses his flushed face, a positively predatory look that Harry's never seen on Malfoy's, or perhaps anybody's, face before. "Harry," he says for the first time without "Potter" after it, rolling it off his tongue, his fingers playing softly at the back of Harry's neck, and if Harry wasn't hard already, he'd be hard now.
"Draco," he pants out harshly, feeling like a big, dumb caveman of a person, certainly not as seductive as all that, but Malfoy doesn't seem to think so; he just bites his lip.
"Come to my room," he says. It's not a polite request, it's an order, and Harry's not surprised. He's also completely powerless to fight it.
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