An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 11/11
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Poppy Pomfrey, Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: First Time, Non-Linear Narrative, Romance, Established Relationship, Horror Elements, Post-War, Not Epilogue Compliant, Explicit Sexual Content, Mystery, Frottage, Semi-Public Sex, Restraints, Oral Sex, Mental Health Issues, Altered Mental States, Light BDSM, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Explicit Language, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Rough Sex, light gore, Dubious Consent, Ron Weasley is a Good Friend
Summary:
When they first meet after the end of the war, Draco doesn’t want anything to do with Harry. But as time goes by, Draco’s growing love may be the only thing that can save them both, because after a serious accident in the Forbidden Forest, Draco’s personality begins to undergo subtle changes. At first, Harry credits this to a new enthusiasm for life. But as the days pass and Draco’s behavior becomes more and more mysterious, Harry begins to suspect that something bigger–and darker–is at work.
“And you can’t come without…” He paused, thinking, considering all of the evidence—the constant need for control (how tiring that must be, he decided), the anxiety at the thought of being without it, and Malfoy’s responses last time—before finishing, “Without someone taking the choice away. Because the choice is where the responsibility is, right? It’s where the stress comes from.”
Malfoy swallowed once, meeting Harry’s gaze but with an air of not wanting to. “Yes,” he whispered. “I haven’t…with someone…not since I developed the attacks…not until…”
“Until me.” Harry groaned softly, scrubbing a hand over his face. The idea that he’d been the only one to see Malfoy orgasm in however long it had been—years, possibly—made it ten times harder to stay in his seat. His cock began to harden—fast. “Christ, Malfoy, you have to get out of here.”
“What?” Malfoy twitched, taken aback. “Why?”
“Because if you don’t, there’s a very real chance that I’m going to shove you up against that wall and yank your trousers down and suck you right here and now.”
Malfoy’s cheeks flamed red and his breath came out in a long, trembling sigh. His lean body jerked and he took half a step in the vague direction of Harry before going still. “I…This is bad for me.”
“I know. That’s why I haven’t done it yet. So you can go. But do it now if you’re going to. I’ve never been a big one for self-control.”
Malfoy nodded once, the motion tense. “I can’t do this at work. It’s too…”
“Take me home with you then,” Harry said, his voice deep and rough and demanding, then closed his eyes. “Forget I said that. Fuck.”
Malfoy wavered, his indecision clear in his expression. Harry bit his lip hard enough to leave indentations, determined that he wouldn’t push.
“You’d have to hold me down,” Malfoy whispered.
“Done,” Harry growled, and stood.
