An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Astoria Greengrass/Draco Malfoy
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Astoria Greengrass
Draco Malfoy has written an explosive autobiography. Not only does lay bare his role as a Death Eater, he also makes a number of other shocking revelations. Harry Potter owls him, asking that they meet for drinks to discuss his novel.
He'd always known how to push my buttons, but as he said, we weren't children anymore.
"That might have worked when I was fifteen; it's not going to work now. What do you want?"
"I... I think I want you." He threw up his hands. "That somehow we worked, and I'd like to know if it was a weird fluke or whether there's something there." Potter's voice was calm, but then I imagine being Head Auror was a lot about cool under fire. This was emotional fire, true, but dangerous enough. Especially with someone like me. I ignored the tone of his voice and watched him destroy the tassels on my favorite pillow with nervous fingers. "Maybe something big," he added.
Neither of us moved. Last time I had been the first to make a move, and I was going to be goddamned if I was going to be first again. I wanted to scream at him, "You utter arse. The ball's in your court. I've been waiting for a fucking owl for nine months, you fucking Gryffindor wanker, and if you fucking well want me, then you're going to have to bloody well come get me."
He took a swig of cognac--Dutch courage, I suppose--stood up, crossed the room, gripped my shirt collar, and pulled me up to him. The violence of that act was belied by the soft touch of his mouth on mine. When he was sure that I wasn't going to topple over, he cupped my cheeks with his hands and began to kiss me. These weren't the beautiful, sweet kisses that he'd seduced me with months earlier. These were brutal, hungry, bruising kisses that had some anger at the edges, an anger that I shared. Because as much as I imagine he hated that Draco Malfoy had his dick in knots, Draco Malfoy was just as narked that of all people, Harry Potter had his dick in knots.