An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Rubeus Hagrid, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Luna Lovegood, Ginny Weasley
Additional Tags: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Accidental Bonding, accidental magic, Forced Proximity, Sharing a Bed, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Falling In Love, Pining, Mutual Pining, Humor, Misunderstandings, Miscommunication, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Mild Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Magical Creatures, pet niffler, Oblivious Harry Potter, Based on a Taylor Swift Song, Pranks and Practical Jokes
After accidentally bonding himself to Malfoy, Harry finds himself in an utterly precarious situation…
“How heartwarming you two can be,” Zabini says in a bored tone. “Tea?”
“More like firewhisky,” Parkinson groans. “And you two,” she says to Harry and Malfoy, looking over her shoulder, “please don’t finish what you started earlier. It looked very embarrassing.”
And with that, they’re gone.
“Well, um. That was… something,” Harry murmurs. He peeks at Malfoy from under his lashes, too nervous to look at him directly. He’s probably mad at him. He’ll probably yell, throw a fit. Maybe he’ll even try to hit Harry. Or—
Harry freezes when Malfoy turns towards him. Here we go.
“I know, I know,” Harry says hastily. “I crossed a line, but you weren’t going to say anything and I could tell you wanted to talk to her and I just thought—”
“Did you just say ‘please’?”
Malfoy snorts, and Harry thinks there might be a tiny tear running down his cheek, but he has no time to confirm because he’s suddenly yanked into a hug and Malfoy is pressing their bodies together and breathing into his hair and Harry is so stunned but his heart literally just skipped several beats and is this really happening?
“Oh!” Harry carefully puts his arms around Malfoy’s hips, hoping this isn’t just a dream. It does feel very real, though. Malfoy’s breath tingles on his ear, his body is soft and warm against Harry, and he wishes they could stay like this forever because when they’re like this, it’s so easy to pretend Malfoy feels the same way about him and it’s not just one-sided and Harry’s going to lose his fucking mind if something doesn’t happen within the next five seconds.
Patience has never been his strong suit.
He pulls away just a fraction, trying to get a good look at Malfoy’s face. It really was a tear. Careful not to spook him, Harry reaches up and brushes it away with his thumb.
“Potter,” Malfoy says quietly, and Harry’s heart nearly jumps out of his chest at the sound of his voice.
God, he can’t stand this. He has to do something. Anything. Malfoy is so close, he looks so willing and it would be so easy to—
Harry leans forward, feeling a zing go through him when his nose touches Malfoy’s. He hesitates, waits for Malfoy to push him away or take a step back or do anything that tells Harry he doesn’t want this, but he’s staying perfectly still, maybe he’s even holding his breath, and Harry wants to scream because he can hear his erratic pulse rushing in his ears and his head is going to explode and he really can’t stand this and he just… he has to do this.
Curling his fingers around the back of Malfoy’s neck, he leans in and closes his eyes. Oh god. Malfoy’s lips are so soft. He presses their bodies closer together, still waiting for Malfoy to push him away; instead, Malfoy leans into the kiss as well and his hands are suddenly in Harry’s hair and oh god the way his lips are sliding over Harry’s, the gentle tug on his hair, the taste of Malfoy’s tongue. It’s almost too much. It’s only then Harry realises Malfoy is actually kissing him back. He’s kissing him back! And he’s making these endearing noises that have Harry’s head spinning and—Wait, what’s that noise?
