Sparks From the Fox’s Tail by khalulu (17k, T)
Tags: Draco Malfoy Redemption, Magical Worldbuilding, Finnish Mythology and Folklore, Romance, Getting Together
He took the soap and turned to face Harry. He soaped Harry’s shoulders, his upper chest, swirling his fingers through the dark hair there. He dropped the soap and stared, gaping, heavy-lidded, at Harry’s darkened eyes and red red lips. Clumsily Draco stroked his face. Draco saw Harry’s mouth fall open. Harry moved back, turned, stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He shut off the water and held out a towel to Draco. Stupid, stupid, stupid, Draco told himself. Stupid to want. But stupidly, he still wanted. He was shaking again. “You’re cold – get in bed,” Harry said, not meeting his eyes. Draco climbed beneath the covers. Oh – he hadn’t put on pyjamas – it would be cold until his body warmed the sheets. But he was so tired. Harry lifted the covers and climbed into the bed with him. He hadn’t put on pyjamas either. “Body heat,” he said in a strange husky voice, “it’s the best way to warm you quickly.” Draco turned to him, unable to help himself. He was falling, falling into Harry’s troubled eyes, falling into his arms, falling into the dark river of sleep, and he was gone.
(rec by @pl0tty)
















