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for the @drarrymicrofic prompt Two Ghosts
Draco volunteers Harry to chaperone the Yule Ball, so Harry volunteers Draco back, so Draco extends Harry a formal invitation in front of the entire Great Hall, so Harry’s got to accept.
After everybody’s gone, Draco leads Harry over the enchanted frost, retracing their steps until they’ve got it right.
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What Have You Been Hiding Under Those Robes, Professor Malfoy?
Booktopus @thebooktopus
Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Additional Tags: Professor Harry Potter, Professor Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Tattooed Draco Malfoy, Nipple Piercings, Alternate Universe - Hogwarts, Potions Class (Harry Potter), Potions Accident, Showers, Sexual Fantasy, Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch Locker Rooms, Rivalry, Friends to Lovers, Shower Sex, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Smut, Embedded Images, NSFW Art, Animated GIFs
Summary:
After an accidental explosion in the Potions classroom, professors Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy have to utilize the emergency showers at the back of the classroom. Harry is surprised to find that prim & proper Draco is positively covered in tattoos. And… are those nipple piercings?
You can probably tell where this goes.
Excerpt:
“Merlin, I’m so sorry, I should’ve asked f一 mmph!”
He was saved from saying anything more by the press on Draco’s pouty lips on his own. It took just a moment for his brain to catch up to what was happening and respond, pressing back insistently and tilting his head up for easier access. Draco brought both of his hands up to cup Harry’s face, pulling him closer and closer still.
After a few long drags back and forth, Draco pulled back. Harry was happy to find heat behind his eyes, black overtaking more of the grey than usual.
After a breath, Draco responded to Harry’s earlier statement, hands still on his face. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong, that was perfect. I just couldn’t go another second without kissing you.”
“Oh,” Harry grinned lopsidedly. “Well, can we do that again?”
Draco returned the grin, bringing his lips back to Harry’s. As they traded staccato kisses, Harry could feel Draco’s smile against his mouth, and a warm pool gathered in his belly. He ran his hands up and down Draco’s back, imagining the swan that lived there.
After a bit, Draco pulled back again. “Hi,” he said, just a few inches from Harry’s face.
Harry smiled harder. “Hi.”
“You said that you’ve wanted me for a while, is that true?”
Harry bit his lip and nodded. Draco’s thumb traced his jawline, catching gently on his stubble.
“Why didn’t you say anything before? I’m, like, always flirting with you,” Draco teased.
“You flirt with everyone, that’s unfair!” Harry exclaimed.
“That’s true,” Draco said, chuckling a bit. “But mostly with you.”
“Well and, I don’t know, you’re always so buttoned up and proper, I figured you’d never want to slum it with me, Weird Sisters t-shirts and all.”
“Mmmm, I would slum it with you every day, Potter,” Draco purred. “I want to wear one of those Weird Sisters t-shirts and nothing else, see what it does to you.”
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A Secondary Education
Thunderbird587
Chapters: 21/21 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Harry Potter/Original Male Character(s), Draco Malfoy/Original Male Character(s), Astoria Greengrass/Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott/Pansy Parkinson, past Draco Malfoy/Astoria Greengrass, Draco Malfoy & Pansy Parkinson Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Hogwarts Staff, Pansy Parkinson, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Kreacher (Harry Potter), Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Neville Longbottom, Theodore Nott, Dudley Dursley, Astoria Greengrass, Teddy Lupin, Petunia Evans Dursley Additional Tags: Hogwarts, Professors, Angst, Fluff, Shameless Smut, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Sex Toys, Masturbation, Accidental Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Semi-Public Sex, Past Infidelity, Minor Impotence Issues (resolved), M/F Sex Fantasy (brief), Casual Sex, Eventual Romance, Coming Out, Gay Harry Potter, Bisexual Draco Malfoy, Confident Harry, Oblivious Draco Malfoy, Idiots in Love, Rimming, Terminal Illness (of a minor character), Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Switching, Grief/Mourning, Happy Ending Series: Part 1 of ASE Universe
Summary:
Fleeing the aftermath of his recent divorce, Draco Malfoy takes up a post as the new Potions Master at Hogwarts. At first he believes his hopes for a fresh start are dashed when he sees that a certain boyhood rival is on staff there as well. But Harry Potter is being weirdly nice to him, leaving Draco no choice but to play along. As Draco reckons with his ex-wife's infidelity and questions about his own sexuality, he finds himself going to an openly gay Potter for guidance. As their friendship deepens, Draco realizes that there is quite a lot that Potter can teach him. And that he is surprisingly ready to learn.
Excerpt:
“Is that what you want, Draco?” Potter asked. “To be seduced?”
Draco snorted lightly, trying to find his voice to answer. Of course not.
“It’s all right if it is, you know. You have every right to want that.”
“I do, do I?” Draco managed, aware at how rough his voice was.
“Yes. And any man in his right mind should consider it a privilege, the opportunity to seduce you.”
Draco shook his head, his eyes never leaving Potter’s.
“Yes,” Potter said, his voice even softer now. He was only inches from Draco; they were breathing the same air. But Draco didn’t create any distance between them. He couldn’t get his feet to move. “If it were me, looking at you, I could see your hesitancy. I could see that you don’t know yet what another man’s touch could make you feel. So I would start slow, somewhere soft, like your neck.”
And a hand reached up, leisurely in its pace, but purposeful, and fingers brushed the delicate skin next to Draco’s pulse point. Draco realized he was trembling, actually trembling, but he didn’t back away. Potter’s thumb ran lightly along his jaw, and his breath hitched.
“And if you liked that,” Potter said, “then I would move closer, and I would touch you again.” Potter’s fingers were firmer on his skin now, flowing across his throat, letting it give way under the light pressure. Draco felt shivers begin at the back of his neck and dance down his spine before spreading outward, gamboling across every inch of his flesh in waves. He put a hand on Potter’s hip to steady himself.
“And now that you’ve put a hand on me, now that you’re touching me, I know I can tell you just how delicious you look, and how badly I want to taste you.”
Draco let out a surprised gasp, then closed his eyes. Potter wanted to taste him. The idea shouldn’t have been so heady, but it was. It was exactly what he wanted to hear.
He felt it as Potter dipped his head, his nose nudging at the collar of Draco’s shirt. Potter took a deep breath, as if inhaling him, and then his nose trailed upwards, along Draco’s neck, his breath tickling the skin. Draco released a shaky sigh.
Taste me. Please taste me.
It was the lightest brush of lips at first, followed by a small flick of the tongue, but still Draco had to bite back the moan that wanted to escape him. Potter’s soft lips pressed more firmly to him, trailing much like his nose had done, before landing just under his jaw and sucking gently. Draco’s hand tightened on Potter’s hip.
“You are delicious, Draco,” Potter said, the words half-whispers against his throat. “I want to know every inch of your perfect neck. I want to find…” His lips were playing along Draco’s skin again. “… and kiss… and suck…” He made the word sound obscene, the “s” a hiss and the “k” a click of his adam’s apple. “…all the places that will make you squirm. All the places that will make you melt for me.”
Potter’s mouth nipped at a spot at the back of Draco’s jaw, the spot right under his earlobe, and Draco groaned as if Potter had touched his cock. The sensation was that sweet, that sharp, that good. He pressed himself flush against Potter, feeling the lean solidness of his body and feeling (he gulped, then groaned again) the heat and hardness of their growing erections pressing into each other.
Potter started across Draco’s jaw, towards his chin, his mouth getting bolder now, as he kissed and nipped and sucked, all the way across, all the way to his mouth, where he lingered at the corner of Draco’s lips before skipping the mouth altogether and moving to the other side, making his way down the neck again, to new territory unexplored.
Draco’s lips tingled from the lack of touch, suddenly overcome with need, with the bereft feeling of being left unattended. Potter’s mouth on his throat was exquisite, but it wasn’t enough.
“Potter,” he gasped.
“Harry,” the other man corrected breathlessly. “Call me Harry.”
“Harry,” said Draco, and even that, the strange and forbidden nature of that name on his lips, sent his libido skyrocketing. “Kiss me.”
Potter pulled away to look at him, and Draco got the first glimpse of just how much this was affecting Potter too, how blown wide his pupils were, how red his lips. It spurred Draco on, crowding out any doubt that remained.
“Kiss me,” he repeated.
Potter smiled, and a hand cupped Draco’s jaw. His thumb brushed Draco’s bottom lip, pressing into it. “Yes,” he breathed, like this was what he had been waiting for. He closed the distance, meeting Draco’s lips with his.
Draco really did melt now. Because this was… perfect. This wasn’t all teeth and tongue. This was lips, pure and soft, full and delicious. And when the teeth did make an appearance, when Potter nipped at Draco’s bottom lip, it was just the right amount of pressure, the perfect balance to the silky, soft skin gliding along his own. And when Draco was ready, he dipped his tongue in, testing the waters, and Potter’s tongue came to meet him, and they rolled together, exploring, savoring, in no hurry at all.
This is how it should have been, he thought as his hand gripped Potter’s hair and held on. This is how it should have been all along. He had craved it without knowing it. But now he had it, and he didn’t want it to stop.
And that was when Potter pulled away with a gasp. He panted heavily a moment and Draco watched him, wondering what was going to happen, his brain a fog of lust and disbelief.
“That is how you deserve to be kissed,” Potter said, his voice rough. “That is what anyone lucky enough to be with you should give you. Do you understand?”
Draco blinked and found himself nodding.
“Don’t let anyone – not your ex-wife, not Rick the Prick, not anyone – tell you otherwise. If they even try, if they can’t see what they have right in front of them, then to hell with them, right?”
Draco was thrown by the forcefulness of Potter’s words as he tried to reconcile them with what had just happened.
“Right,” he said hoarsely.
“Good,” said Potter. His face softened again, a hand reaching up to brush his fingers along Draco’s thoroughly ravished lips. They sparked under the touch. “Don’t ever forget it.”
And then he pulled away, and turned, and made for the door. And was gone without another word.
Draco stood in his sitting room, his legs shaky under him, stroking his own lips, where he could almost still feel Potter’s fingers.
No, that little lesson was not one he was going to forget in a hurry.
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Darkest Before the Dawn
dualwieldteacup @dualwieldteacup
Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Minerva McGonagall, Hermione Granger, Cho Chang, Poppy Pomfrey, Neville Longbottom, Argus Filch, Luna Lovegood, Horace Slughorn, Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, Original Male Character(s), Ron Weasley, Molly Weasley, Blaise Zabini, Astoria Greengrass, Daphne Greengrass, Millicent Bulstrode, Gregory Goyle Additional Tags: Post-Hogwarts, Post-Second War with Voldemort, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Homophobic Language, Curses, Fairy Tale Elements, Fairy Tale Curses, Snakes, Parseltongue, Blindness, Blind Draco Malfoy, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hogwarts, Hogwarts Professors, Bisexual Harry Potter, Gay Draco Malfoy, Protective Harry Potter, Posh Draco Malfoy, Pining, Thestrals, Patronus, Legilimency, Sex in Thestral Carriage, Domestic, Roommates, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Magical Theory, Minor Cho Chang/Original Male Character, Professor Harry Potter, Professor Draco Malfoy, H/D Erised 2019, Holding Hands, POV Draco Malfoy, Cursed Draco Malfoy, Endearments, Mystery, Getting Together, Frottage, Implied Sexual Content Summary:
The last thing Draco wanted was to show up at Harry Potter’s door, cursed blind and holding a boxful of his friends Transfigured into snakes, but here he was.
Between breaking the curse, adjusting to life without sight, and teaching his Defence Against the Dark Arts classes, Draco’s got his hands full. Being forced to live with Harry Potter might just be the death of him.
This is a story about the bonds of friendship, fairy tale endings, and learning to ask for help (even from Gryffindors).
Excerpt:
Potter gave a sort of tremulous sound from the back of his throat before saying, “You look really nice.”
Draco furrowed his brow, thinking hard, before remembering he had chosen the teal waistcoat with a striped white shirt and fitted light grey trousers. It was a dressier outfit than he normally wore on weekdays under his professor’s robes, and rather ruined by the fact that he had loosened his silk tie, unbuttoned his shirt at the throat, and rolled his sleeves up to work on the misbehaving loom. With his hair a sweaty mess and the flush of exertion on his cheeks, he must have looked like an unkempt wreck.
“Don’t be absurd. You’re a horrible liar.”
“I’m not. You do,” Potter insisted, still sounding a bit stunned. “And anyway, what are you doing up here? If you’ve changed your mind about the game…”
“I haven’t. I just lost track of time.” Draco ran his fingers across the bit he’d completed that day. Five and a half inches, or thereabouts. Close enough. He heaved a sigh and flung the gloves off. Then a thought occurred to him. “How’d you know where to find me?”
Potter fidgeted. “Well, you’ve been working at the loom every waking hour for the past couple of weeks. Call it a wild guess.”
Draco harrumphed as he rose and put his shirt and tie back in order, then reached around the corner into his bedroom and grabbed a warm cloak, scarf, and gloves. “You know, back in school I used to think that you had some sort of magical way of always knowing where I was.”
“Did you?” From the sound of it, Potter’s smile took up his entire face.
“Mm.” Draco tugged on his gloves, grateful for the thin and supple suede; a remarkable contrast from the beefy dragonhide. “And for Salazar’s sake, don’t tell me you did, or else I shall truly lose my mind.”
But he felt his resolve start to wane even as Potter took him by the hand and they walked the well-worn path to the Quidditch pitch. “What if I get hit by a Bludger?” his treacherous mouth supplied, and: “It’s useless for me to go; it’ll be no better than listening to the game on the wireless, and then at least I can get more weaving done,” and: “I’m rather cold—are you cold? Should I go back and get a jumper?
“Malfoy,” Potter said at last, pausing on the creaky wooden stairs up to the spectators’ stands. His voice sounded odd in the cavernous space beneath the ring of the pitch, both magnified by the great height of the walls and muffled by the great swaths of fabric flapping in the wind. “What’s wrong? You clearly don’t want to be here. If it’s because of me, just tell me, and I’ll never mention it again. And I’m sure McGonagall can find you another room—”
“It’s not that,” Draco insisted, clinging to Potter’s hand so hard it must have hurt. “But it seems so foolish to put my feet up and worry about Slytherin’s Chasers’ technique and be on a bloody date with you when there’s a curse to be broken!”
Potter squeezed his hand back just as tightly. “But you’re working to break it. You are,” he insisted when Draco shook his head. “We all are. You and Luna are keeping them fed, and Neville and I got you those fresh star-thorns, and Cho and Perez are doing their research. You’ve been weaving nonstop for days. You should take a break because I don’t want you to wear yourself out, and besides,” he swallowed, “ever since Sunday, I’ve been thinking how badly I want to kiss you.”
And it was just as well that they were on the stairs, because Potter was standing on the step above him, which meant that they were the same height when Draco fisted his hands in the lapels of his jacket and drew them together. The tip of his nose was freezing but his mouth was so warm, and so were his hands, cradling Draco’s jaw as if he were something to be cherished and protected. His lips were softer than Draco had ever dreamed, and the scrape of his stubble and the soft hums issuing from his throat set fire to Draco’s veins. It made every time they had touched before—fistfights, duels, that nightmarish inferno—slip away like the remnants of a bad dream.
He had always wondered how Potter had been able to cast a Patronus strong enough to ward off a hundred Dementors at once. He felt, at last, that he finally understood.
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Blaise Zabini, Cho Chang, Minerva McGonagall, Portrait Severus Snape, Narcissa Black Malfoy Additional Tags: Explosions, Drinking, Unhelpful Friends, It Gets Better, War Trauma, Nightmares, Community: hd_erised, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Background Relationships Summary:
Post-war Hogwarts has been energized by its new teaching fellows program. Where once bitter enmity divided the wizarding community, Malfoy and Potter chummily patrol hallways together whilst Granger and Zabini seek lost parts of the castle at McGonagall’s behest and Chang supervises Quidditch when not lecturing in Charms. It’s a veritable wizarding utopia and life is predictable for the first time in years. Which is, of course, when everything blows apart as the result of a drunken dare and Malfoy’s life is ruined beyond his capacity to repair it. Ever. In a million years.
Excerpt: The game goes on, well past the dying down of the bonfires on the grounds below. The six of them keep drinking throughout, though Draco slows down to a few sips between rounds. He doesn't trust himself to get too trolleyed around Potter.
"Maybe the truth," Potter says, when the smoke from his exploded Elfrida Clagg cards clears. "This time, at least." He looks at Draco and grins. "Anything you want to know?"
A frisson of something works its way up Draco's spine. He tries to play it off with a shrug, but there's still a flutter of warmth deep in his belly that he's fairly certain isn't just caused by the firewhisky. It gives him a bit of unexpected courage. "Why'd you really stay here after eighth year when the Aurors were sniffing around like you were Merlin reincarnated? You can't think they wouldn't have had you on the fast track for Head Auror."
Potter doesn't say anything for a long moment, twisting his bottle of stout between his hands before glancing over at Weasley who just gives him a long, steady look. Potter takes a swig from his bottle, then shakes his head. Draco's stomach flips; he's disappointed, and he doesn't quite know why. "The dare it is," Potter says with a shrug. "Sorry."
"Coward," Draco says lightly, and Potter gives him a faint, small smile.
Blaise, who's suspiciously won every one of his rounds, flashes his teeth at Potter in a far too predatory manner for Draco's liking. "I dare you," he says, "to kiss Draco. Properly. Right on the mouth."
Weasley sputters. "Come on, now, man. No one wants to see that."
"Shut it, you ginger oaf." Chang throws a pillow at him. "I wouldn't mind."
Christ, but the woman's a menace when she's had a skinfull. Not to mention Blaise. Draco's going to kill him. He can't even look at Potter; he's too bloody humiliated, but that doesn't stop him from slamming his elbow into Blaise's side. "You sodding tosser--"
"I'll do it," Potter says, voice even. When Draco glances over in surprise, Potter meets his gaze. His eyes are bright and dark with drink. "But only if Draco's all right with it."
Every head turns towards Draco. He feels his face flame.
"Draco?" Blaise is truly evil. Draco's always know this about him, but it's becoming much clearer exactly how close to the Devil's spawn the bastard is. "What do you say?"
"That this whole idea is ridiculous." Draco somehow manages not to shriek like a feral kitten.
Granger nods, her hair falling into her face. She's as drunk as he's ever seen her, and to be honest, the Fellows have been known for their drinking parties in the past. "No one should have to kiss anyone they don't want to." She pushes her hair back. "Right, Ron?"
Weasley just grunts into his glass. "None of my business," he manages. "Don't want to see it, don't care."
"Pick something else, Zabini," Potter says, and Draco thinks Potter sounds almost unhappy. That shiver of something goes through him again. "Malfoy doesn't want--"
"Wait." Draco can't believe he's doing this. When Potter looks at him, he tries to act as if he couldn't give a damn. "Far be it from me to ruin Blaise's fun."
Potter eyes him. "All right then," he says, and he shifts forward until he's on his hands and knees, leaning across the circle towards Draco. For a moment, Draco can almost believe they're alone together, up here on the Astronomy Tower by themselves. His breath catches as Potter moves closer, and his eyes flutter closed.
Their glasses bump against each other, and Potter laughs, a soft huff against Draco's skin.
"Tilt your head," Potter murmurs, his fingertips on Draco's chin, and Draco complies, letting Potter turn his face to the proper angle. "Better."
The brush of Potter's lips against his is feather-soft, warm and gentle. It's barely a kiss, really, but Draco's entire body feels as if it's burning, and he makes a quiet noise against Potter's mouth. His heart thumps hard; he wants this moment to last an eternity.
It doesn't.
Potter pulls back; it's all that Draco can do not to press his fingers against his tingling lips.
"Tell me when I can look," Weasley says. He's covered his eyes with his thick-knitted grey scarf. Granger's ignoring him, though, looking instead from Potter to Draco with a thoughtful expression on her face.
Draco can't breathe, can't move, can't anything. He knows he should laugh it all off, should act as if there's nothing wrong, but Potter's across from him, smiling at Chang as if he hadn't just shattered Draco's world, as if Draco's body isn't still throbbing with the quietness of that kiss, and Draco's raw and open now in a way that he hadn't expected. Not from Potter, for Circe's sake.
He knows Blaise is saying something to him, but he can't focus on anything but Potter and the way Potter's hair curls over the collar of his robe.
"I have to go," Draco says, to no one in particular, and he somehow manages to stagger to his feet.
"Draco," Blaise says, but Potter's looking at him, a furrow between his brow.
"I have to go," Draco says again, and he leaves behind his quilt and his pillow, heading for the stairs before anyone can stop him.
He stumbles through the silent corridors, robe tangling around his feet as he winds his way down to his quarters in the dungeon. He bolts his door shut behind him and sinks to the floor. His hands are shaking.
"You're just pissed," he tells himself. "It doesn't mean anything. To him. To you. To anyone. You'll sleep it off, and in the morning it'll be like a nightmare from bad cheese or something."
Maybe if he says it enough it'll actually come true.
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Chapters: 2/2 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, Teddy Lupin, Original Child Character(s) Additional Tags: Romance, Beauxbatons, Paris (City), Professor Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy Speaks French, France (Country), Post-Hogwarts, Summer School, Harry Potter is Teddy Lupin’s Godfather, Seeker Harry Potter, Sightseeing, Flying Instructor Draco Malfoy, H/D Pottermore Fair 2015 Summary:
Beauxbatons is hosting the first ever Quidditch Summer School for children from all over Europe, and Harry has promised to enroll Teddy as his birthday present. Meanwhile, Draco is stuck in his office, putting together the first ever Quidditch Summer School for children from all over Europe during, when he should be enjoying summer holidays.
Excerpt: When Harry threw the powder on the glowing embers, he turned to look at him. “Come up for a bit?” he asked nervously. The bravado he’d shown at the restaurant with his comment about Draco’s French was gone. The man standing before him was not the Saviour of all Britain; he was just a man like any other, inviting another man up to his hotel room and afraid of being rejected.
The terminal was empty apart from themselves, and Draco closed the distance between them and kissed him, a gentle pressing of his lips against Harry’s. He trailed his fingers down the side of Harry’s face to his throat and chest. “Oui,” he answered against Harry’s lips before kissing him again.
Stepping from the flames into the hotel’s lobby only moments, Draco’s mouth was dry, and his fingers twitched to weave themselves through Harry’s hair.
And to do other things, as well.
“I’m on the seventh floor,” Harry said, his voice strained, as they crossed the lobby to the lift.
No lift had ever moved slower.
Finally, the doors opened, and they stepped out into the corridor. Harry’s room was at the end of the corridor, and when he drew his wand to unlock the door, Draco saw his hand shake.
He couldn’t wait any longer. Even before the words of the spell had been spoken, Draco grabbed Harry by the arm and pulled him towards him. Just as eager, Harry’s free hand cupped the side of Draco’s face before sliding down his neck to his shoulder and around his back. The few kisses they’d shared in the Floo terminal had been starters for this, the main course. The moment their lips met, Draco knew he’d never really known what magic was before. Kissing Harry excited him more than any other man ever had. Harry’s mouth, his hands, his body, the feel of his hair between Draco’s fingers … Draco had never been more aware of the feel of another man’s body before. Before Harry pulled away, he took Draco’s lip between his teeth and tugged it gently. He released it, then captured it again. Breathing heavily and each with a drunken smile on his face, they stood in the corridor with their arms around each other, their faces so close the tips of their noses touched and each exhaled breath ghosted over the other’s skin.
Harry had barely whispered the words of the spell to unlock the door before his mouth was on Draco’s again. They stumbled into the room, holding each other so tightly they nearly tripped over each other’s feet.
Once inside, Draco shoved Harry against the closed door, their lips still moving together, and their tongues learning the contours of each other’s mouth. Moving from Harry’s mouth, Draco kissed and nibbled and sucked along his jaw as he pressed his hand against the front of Harry’s trousers.
“Fuck, yes,” Harry hissed, dropping his head back against the door and exposing his neck more fully to Draco. He moaned as Draco pulled the button on his jeans open and lowered the zip
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter/OMC Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Neville Longbottom, Rubeus Hagrid, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, OMC Additional Tags: Minor Character Death, Gore, Depression, References to Addiction, Angst, Romance Summary:
After death comes life.
Excerpt: Then there was the fact that he wanted to bury his face in another man’s neck. The fact that, even as he thought about it, Harry could feel that desire curling through his body, taking root as if it belonged there. He couldn’t… He didn’t…
It took all of the strength Harry possessed, but he convinced himself to pull away from the temptation. But before he could even breathe, Malfoy sat up in his chair and pressed their mouths together. The touch was light, almost unsure, like Malfoy was asking for permission.
All of Harry’s instincts and fears seemed to melt away at the touch, at the feel of Malfoy’s firm lips against his own. He couldn’t move, couldn’t respond, despite the fact that everything within him was crying out that yes, this was right, this was what he wanted, what he needed.
Before he could even think about returning the kiss, Draco pulled away, slumping back into the armchair. His cheeks were tinged red and his eyes, once sparkling, were now flat. “You’re right, I have had too much.” He laughed breezily, but it never reached his eyes.
Harry felt instantly cold. He’d screwed up, he knew it. He wanted…he didn’t even know what he wanted now. A few seconds ago everything seemed so clear, so obvious, but now everything seemed wrong.
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Chapters: 1/12 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Additional Tags: Epistolary, Professor Harry Potter, Professor Draco Malfoy, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn Summary:
It's the beginning of the term at Hogwarts and Professor Harry Potter never seems to be able to get close enough to have an actual conversation with Professor Draco Malfoy. When he discovers it's because his colleagues have been intentionally keeping them apart for fear they might have issues, he bristles at the intrusion and decides to send a letter to a very confused Draco Malfoy.
I’m so excited to finally share this with everyone. We’ve been writing for months and my wonderful partner Kristinabird stuck with me through my illness so we could finish. We’ll be posting one letter a day until we’re done. I hope you like it as much as we liked writing it.
