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Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Dean Thomas, Lucius Malfoy, Luna Lovegood, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, George Weasley, Parvati Patil, Teddy Lupin, Andromeda Black Tonks, Narcissa Black Malfoy
Additional Tags: Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, First Love, Past Abuse, Angst, Smut, Secret Relationship, Depression, Anxiety, Eating Disorders, BDSM, Consensual Kink, everyone needs so much therapy, Dom/sub, Switching, Dom Draco Malfoy, Sub Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy Smokes, Draco Malfoy in the Muggle World, Famous Harry Potter, Magically Powerful Harry Potter, From Sex to Love, Genderbending, Crossdressing, POV Harry Potter, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Falling In Love, Romance, Explicit Sexual Content, Dirty Talk, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Angst with a Happy Ending, Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, Trust Draco to be good at everything, Enemies to Lovers, Coming Out, First Time Bottoming, Legilimency (Harry Potter), Legilimency Sex (Harry Potter), All the Kinds of Sex, Mental Health Issues, Therapy, Feels, it earns the E rating, with plenty of romance, and a healthy sprinkling of angst for good measure
Series: Part 1 of Tit for Tat Universe
Our story picks up five years post-war. Harry's ready to come out and leave the public life behind; Draco's looking for quiet reintegration into magical society in London.
True angst! Emotional vulnerability! Romance of the star-crossed lover variety!
If you're looking for a plot-driven epic with all the smut and all the feels, here it is, folks.
"What do you want, then?" he asked.
“Dare,” Harry answered without a thought.
"Alright." Draco licked his lips. "I dare you to do whatever you want to me."
Harry’s thoughts stuttered to a stop. He tried to speak, but no words came to him. He cleared his throat and tried again.
“What does that mean,” he said, though he knew precisely what it meant. He hadn’t stepped away, and Draco hadn’t looked away, and Harry knew deep in his gut that it was so much more than a look. It was an invitation.
“First thing that pops into your mind,” Draco’s eyes slid down to the low neck of Harry’s vest and back up again. He’d been caught staring before, and he wanted to keep looking, to see more. Harry could see that now. He took a deep breath through his nose, pushed it back out.
"Hit me. Kiss me. I don't care.” He swallowed, and Harry’s eyes followed the bob of his Adam’s apple, down his throat to where the faintest dusting of dark blonde hair was visible against the creamy white of his chest. “For fuck's Potter, just do something."
Harry was sure that in the silence of the room, his heartbeat was audible. That the thudding of it must be visible through his shirt.
“Come on,” Draco's voice was so soft yet pleading. He sucked in his bottom lip and let it go, watching Harry’s eyes flick to his mouth. “Where’s all that famous Gryffindor courage gone?”
Harry balled his hands into fists, relaxed them. His courage had abandoned him now, the same way it did during anytime his mouth went dry, or his cock got hard.
But want was a powerful driving force. He took a steadying breath and stepped closer to Draco, inches from his knees.
He tapped one with a finger. “Wider, please.”
Draco spread his knees without hesitation, and it was on.
This wasn’t talking, and they were so very far past flirting. This was admitting it.
This close, Harry could make out details he’d never noticed before. A tiny scar shaped like a hook, perhaps from shaving, colourless above Draco's lip. Shadows of black against the grey of his irises, like layers of marble.
“I wanted to owl you,” Harry said quietly, “I wanted…"
Harry placed his hand to the crook of Draco’s jaw, cupping it. By the tempo of the vein thudding in his throat, Draco’s heart was speeding too, and that’s what it finally took.
“What—” Draco went to speak, but his question was lost as Harry's eyes closed, and his lips landed first, stealing the words from his mouth. Eyelashes fluttered against his cheekbone, soft as a moth's wings as Draco seemed unsure as to whether he should close his eyes or not. He’d been caught by surprise and went stiff, the momentum Harry proceeded into the kiss with landing against an unmovable force.
Harry pulled back a touch, waiting until he felt those eyelashes again. A tickle returned against his cheek, and then Draco did the craziest thing in the world.
He leaned in, leading with firm lips. Harry could feel his magic swirling, prodding at his own. He could taste it, like violets, just as strongly as the deep sweetness of dark cherry and the bitter tang of tonic on his probing tongue. Draco finished with a gentle bite at Harry’s bottom lip as he pulled away.
Harry touched at his own lips, in awe. He must be dreaming.
“You look surprised,” Draco said, leaning back, smiling.
“I am. This doesn’t feel real.” Harry placed his thumb in the dip between Draco's collarbones, just because he could. "I mean—I'm kissing Draco Malfoy."
The smile spread as Draco looked up at Harry from underneath his long lashes.
“I’m real,” he whispered. “Do it again.”
Harry moved first, hands grasping either side of Draco’s waist as Draco wrapped his arms around him, hands grabbing at his shoulders, his back. Harry’s ventured lower with a possessive squeeze that, well. Draco obviously didn’t hate it, groaning loudly into the touch.
“Too hard?” Harry broke away to ask.
“I won’t break," Draco sounded annoyed, "don’t lose your nerve on me now, Potter.”
Harry tightened his grip and pulled Draco towards him in one swift move, so they were touching tight from hip to hip and ground his cock into Draco’s. The sound of his soft exhalation was one that Harry wanted to commit to memory as he ground back.
When Draco curled a gloved hand into the thicket of hair at the back of Harry’s head and pulled gently, he was rewarded with a gurgling sound Harry didn’t even know he could make.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to pull your hair,” Draco growled as he repeated the motion, tugging hard enough to make Harry’s entire body shiver.
His right hand clutched Harry’s jaw, angling to better access his mouth. They kissed messily, as though starved for it. Harry’s lips were going to be raw tomorrow from rubbing against the sharp hairs of Draco’s five-o-clock shadow; Draco’s would probably feel the same. It was glorious. It was everything Harry had dreamed of, and more because it was real.
“You want more of that, don’t you,” Draco murmured, tugging gently again.
“Do it any harder, and my knees might give out,” Harry said into lips that laughed at this admission.
Draco pulled back, breathing heavily. He leaned on one hand and removed his grip from Harry’s hair to trace the contours of his face instead. His grey eyes followed the movements, enraptured.
“I wouldn’t mind you on your knees,” he said after a beat, shimmying his shoulders out of his jacket. “Don’t go giving me ideas.”
“Make me.” The words slipped out. Harry felt high, giddy on the kiss.
“Fuck, Potter,” Draco breathed, pulling Harry back in for more kissing and Harry had the distant thought that Draco might want this—be frightened by this but still want it—just as hard as he did. It was a new thought to occur that someone he wanted might want him back every bit as badly.
