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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: HP: EWE, Slash, Romance, Some Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Drama Summary:
Set four years after the Battle of Hogwarts, three years after Draco was abducted by person or persons unknown. Draco is now living in a small Muggle community and working in a library with no idea the Wizarding World exists, until one day, a bloke with a mop of just-shagged black hair comes in for storytime with a little boy to get out of the rain.
Featured Book: Muggles Who Notice
Excerpt: Harry didn’t care that they weren’t as alone as they appeared. He had been missing Draco for three years, and as they walked, Harry took Draco’s hand in his, smiling as Draco linked their fingers together.
Unable to wait any longer, Harry stopped and pulled Draco toward him, and looking directly into Draco’s eyes, he closed the space between them. Their eyes falling shut, Draco gasped just as Harry’s lips closed over his. Burying his hand in the silky blond hair he’d missed so much, Harry smiled against Draco’s lips, relishing the sound of that little intake of breath, remembering the countless times he’d heard it before.
Draco’s hands came up to Harry’s neck, holding him gently as he became more aggressive, taking control of their kiss, his lips covering Harry’s in small closed-mouth kisses.
The carrier bag containing Teddy’s library books hung from Harry’s other wrist, and he let it fall to the ground to free his arm to wrap low around Draco’s waist, pressing them together.
Draco moaned, and his tongue swiped a path along Harry’s lower lip. “Been wanting to kiss you since the moment I saw you yesterday,” he whispered as he alternated short kisses and teasing Harry’s lips with his tongue, hinting at what more was to come.
Harry grinned and pressed his forehead against Draco’s, one hand still buried in his hair, the other against the small of Draco’s back and drifting lower. He’d been wanting to kiss Draco much longer than that.
Draco’s hand slid to the back of Harry’s neck, his thumb stroking Harry’s jaw in front of his ear tenderly as his fingers tangled themselves in his hair. The other hand drifted down Harry’s chest.
They dove back in, lips parting and tongues meeting for the first time in far too long.















