*cracks fingers* okay. So. Drarry anger #9 that leads into bliss #5
9. “What gives you the right?” -> 5. “Kiss me again.”
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Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Draco stormed through the floo, growling under his breath and fighting with the buttons on his restricting dress robes. He was halfway through them, shaking one arm out of his sleeve when he heard the floo roar behind him.
"Draco-"
"Fuck off kindly, Potter." Draco finally unclasped the last button, freeing half his body and pulling his last arm roughly out of the fabric. He scrunched it into a resemblance of a ball and threw it down the hallway toward his room. He'd pick it up later (and probably curse himself out for letting the expensive robes get wrinkled), but for now he walked to the left side of the room toward the bar, slamming a whiskey glass down onto the counter and looking through his bottles.
"Potter, now, huh? Did I really piss you off that badly?" Draco hummed as he thought, raising a hand to run against the bottles. Perhaps a good aged whiskey, but would be prefer the darker or lighter sort? "Stop ignoring me Draco, I want to talk about this." Draco tilted his head as he considering before grabbing a random bottle off the shelf and placing it on the bar next to his glass.
Moving to taking the stopper off, a hand clasped his own wrist and he huffed out a breath. "I thought I told you to leave me alone, Potter."
"No, you said to go away. I ignored it." Harry replied, and Draco could feel him standing directly behind him, his hand tightening on his wrist. "And I think we should discuss this sober."
"Discuss what, you neanderthal?" Draco yanked his hand out of Harry's grip, turning and walking away from the bar to get some breathing room. He could never think if he was standing too close to Harry. "Discuss the fact that you went behind my back? Discuss the fact that you had promised not to go on that mission? Discuss the fact that not only did you go on that damned mission but you came late to the Ministry Ball, limping and saying that you had to be there otherwise I would've been mad at you?" Draco sneered, shaking his head.
"Yes, that." Harry nodded, shifting the weight off of his injured leg subtly, though of course Draco noticed. Draco always noticed Harry. "Let's just calmly-"
"Calmly? Like how we calmly discussed why that mission was a bad idea? Like how you calmly told me you wouldn't do it before going behind my back?"
"Look I-"
"No, Potter!" Draco yelled, taking a deep breath to try and compose himself and lift his walls up once again, just like mother taught. "You could've at least told me you were going, I would've gone with you and-"
"No!" Harry yelled, causing Draco to flinch slightly before furrowing his brows angrily. Harry seemed to realize what he did, clearing his throat and letting out a breath. "I wasn't going to let you do that. To risk your life like that."
"What gives you the right?" Draco hissed, taking a step toward him with narrowed eyes. "To tell me what I can and cant do? To keep me from my damn job, Potter."
"Please, enough with the Potter-"
"Well I obviously dont know you well enough to call you Harry, do I? I thought I did." Harry flinched, eyes widening before letting out a large breath. When he finally spoke it was in whispers, and Draco calmed down slightly from the sound of them.
"Draco, please understand. I couldnt let you go there. They knew you, they wanted you. If no one had gone on the mission, they would've found some other way to get to you, some other way that we wouldn't know about. But I knew they were there. That they were all in one place and that I could protect you-"
"Why are you always trying to protect me, Harry," Draco whispered, taking another few steps toward him and sighing in defeat. "You know I can handle myself."
Harry grimaced, bringing a hand up to his chest, "I don't- It's just-" He clenched his hand, taking a deep breath, "It's this feeling I have. I need to protect the ones I love, I have to. I've lost so much in the war- I can't- I-" he cuts himself off, breathing heavily and refusing to make eye contact with Draco.
Draco let out a breath slowly, trying to calm his racing heart. He lifted a hand slowly, placing it on Harry's cheek. "Harry, look at me." He felt Harry's hesitation before the man turned his head and finally met his eyes. They were so full of emotion, and Draco could easily drown in them all. "Harry, did you just say you loved me?"
Harry hesitated once more, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly before he let out a soft puff of breath. "Yes. I love you Draco. And I understand that you don't, or if you want a new partner who's not as reckless, if-"
Draco chuckled lightly as he rambled before cutting him off by pressing their lips together. Draco kissed him, pushing all of his own love into the kiss, even as Harry stood there taken aback for a few seconds. But when Harry finally realized, his arms immediately wrapped around Draco and pulled him in, his mouth devouring Draco in response. Draco leaned heavily into Harry, kissing with everything he had until he finally had to come up for air. He stood there, breathing deeply and smiling widely. Harry looked dazed, and leaned forward immediately before Draco pulled back just out of kissing range.
"Kiss me again?" Harry whispered, the want pooled so greatly in his eyes that it's all Draco could see anymore. Draco smirked, chuckling softly.
"I will. But only after you get your leg checked out by St Mungos." Harry immediately turned, grabbing Draco's hand and walking toward the floo, a handful of powder in his hand within ten seconds.
((First off, y'all ordered anger prompts so y'all get arguements lmao. Is it angst season? Also Shiewolf, thank you so much for always supporting me. I see you in my notes and ask box and messages all the time and I appreciate you so much, I really do. I'm sorry if I dont show it enough. You're great, and thank you.))
