The back of Harry's hand hits the soft linen sheets below, cold fingers pinning his wrist to the matress. Blink, and you'd miss the flash of hunger in Draco's eyes when he watches Harry's throat bob as he gulps dryly, the breath that catches in his chest. Blink, and you'll miss the way the grey deepens heatedly, the smirk tugging at his lips. Blink and you'll miss the way Draco's eyes search his face, subtly, a slight tremor in the air between them, a signal Harry wouldn't catch if he didn't know him so well. So Harry, unblinking, unblinkingly, tugs him down into a kiss.
for the @drarrymicrofic prompt from july... i know i'm so late and all i just started writing this back then and i left it to pick it up later, and well, later came a lot later than i expected....
no content warnings, canon divergence, end of the battle of hogwarts.
Harry walked around the crumbling walls of his beloved castle, the air smelled of destruction and pain, agony pulsing in his bones, daring him to take another step, threatening to make him fall. He was exhausted, the spell that had finally taken down Voldemort’s life had felt like it would rip him apart right then and there. The only thought on his mind now was his old bed far up and up the infinite stairs inside Gryffindor Tower.
He turned the corner and halted. Draco Malfoy stood across him, gray eyes glassy, terrified and awe-struck.
“Harry” he breathed.
Harry? Harry.
Harry took a step forward, grey and green locked, muscles tensed, air dense.
And suddenly, it was too much, Harry’s muscles gave away crumbling to the floor, the pain searing through his bones, he felt like he’d die again, his body was too weak to even keep his head up, he thought about Ron and Hermione, curled up in the Great Hall with the rest of the family as his body gave up all pretense of stability.
Thin, warm hands, that seemed to come out from nowhere, cradled him tightly; he could hear a beating heart under the walls of this sudden enclosure. And he could hear a voice, “Brave Harry, you were so brave” a whisper, “I’m so sorry, it’s okay”.
tags: semi-public sex, implied sexual activity, hogwarts eight year
inspired by @eleadore 's last fanart
"Belle! Belle, Jesus." Myriam pants as she arrives at her friend's side.
Belle is already looking at her with her eyes wide "What on earth-"
"Bell you won't believe what I just saw" Myriam says, still breathless "Well, you probably will, but still"
"Get on with it" prods the other girl, the urgency clear in her tone.
"I was walking around the fountain down in the grounds when I heard something in the big bushes near the wall to the west corridors, you know which ones"
A blush creeps up Belle's light skin "Yeah, yeah I do" she seems to zone out for a second but comes round quickly "So? What happened, what did you see?"
"Oh well, you know they're quite thick but I thought I heard something moving inside and I went to check" Myriam's lips quirk in a smirk "Draco Malfoy, writhing and moaning for his life"
"Oh."
"So, at first I was like oh wow, who's the lucky boy? Everybody and their mums know he's gay right, but I didn't think I would be so lucky to actually see who was, you know, doing the job"
"Who, who, who" Belle's patience is evidently running out and Myriam relishes in the effect her suspense is causing.
"Not a second later, Mister Harry Potter's head pops up from under the leaves and kisses him on the mouth!"
"No way!" Belle's mouth is agape, she covers it with her hands. "I mean yes way but...what?"
"I know!" Myriam squeals grabbing her shoulders "We're going to have a field day with this"
"Oh, absolutely" Belle says, her eyes glint with mischief.
20 minutes earlier, in the bushes
Draco comes with a gasp and bites hard on his fist. Harry emerges in front of him, a warm hand wraps his side.
"God" Draco pants.
"I know" Harry replies and slides his tongue into his mouth. Draco tastes salty sweat and bitter fluid, he pulls away and rests his head against the wood with a contented sigh. "What would we do without silencing spells and Notice-Me-Nots" he whispers, Harry doesn't reply.
Draco looks back at him, the other boy's eyes are wide in horror. "Harry" he says "Harry you did cast them right?"
"Hey faggot!" someone shouted behind him "Have you...." Draco didn't hear the end of the sentence, he'd turned sharply into the first corridor that appeared in front of him. His steps echoed loudly in the dimly lit hallway and he was all hot fury. Seconds later another set of familiar loud steps joined him out of nowhere. "Potter, will you mind your own business? For once" he said pointedly as a mass of black hair appeared at his side.
"Hey" Harry said.
"What's with you chasing me around the castle all day? Not enough dark lords to slay anymore?" he answered, his tone carefully controlled to not to reveal the hurt pulsing heavy in his stomach.
"I'm not following you" Harry answered, a hint of annoyance in his hushed reply. "Besides, I heard your name being yelled and I came to check."
"Oh well, I didn't know I'd gotten myself a bodyguard! How charming" Draco said mockingly"I don't know if you recall Potter but I told you at the beginning of the year when you started all of this ridiculous following me around trying to be gryffindor best friends or whatever this is, I don't want or need your pity, so you can fuck off and leave me be now, please" his teeth were gritted painfully now and all he wanted was to run and hide in the safety of his room.
"God, fine, I wasn't trying to" Harry said turning around to look at him rasing his hands to his sides in defense "what was it about anyways? I just wanna know" he was walking backwards now.
"Oh come off it Potter, you heard him" Draco replied not looking at him
Harry gasped at him in very obvious fake outrage and tried to argue but decided against it as he saw the look Draco gave him."Yeah, well, yes, I suppose I did"
"So? You know what it was about, what do you want then?"
"I just-" he swallowed and looked away "I just wanted to make sure you weren't upset about it"
"No, I'm not. Leave." Draco answered and sped up his pace, pointlessly, because Potter sped alongside him too.
"Well..."
"I said leave me alone."
"You know there's nothing wrong with that right? I mean if you are a..."
"A faggot yes. I know." Draco’s patience was trying to wear out, he couldn't be possibly having this conversation with Harry Potter out of all people, Harry Potter whom he had an utterly huge and embarrassing crush for almost ten years, so yeah, it wasn’t a situation he would call ideal.
"Well, you don't look like you're okay with it"
"Oh my god, Potter I don't even fucking know, okay? Fine, maybe I am not okay with it, so what? Why do you care?"
"Oh, well I don't know, I guess it's part of the being Gryffindor best friends plan" He said looking away into the night.
Draco didn't reply but stared at him, honestly what was he even supposed to say. Plus, Harry's profile was being bathed in the moonlight leaking from a nearby window as he stood in front of him and Draco thought he might cry at the sight of something so beautiful.
And then Harry spoke, though what came out of his mouth wasn't really anything near Draco was ready to hear "You're such an idiot sometimes, I don't even know why I like you"
Silence fell between them, interrupted seconds later by Draco’s stuttering voice.
"You- what."
"Oh yeah I know, shocker. But I like you Draco and that's very real" He replied, his voice was so strangely steady Draco thought he might piss himself.
"Potter are you ill. Should I get Madam Pom- " He swallowed the rest of the word himself because Harry had shoved him against a wall and was looking at him in a way that made him want to scream and kiss him stupid at the same time.
"Can I kiss you?" Harry said, his voice was almost unaudible, and Draco thought, as the world started swirling away around him, that if he had been just a few centimetres further he wouldn't have heard him. Harry's eyes were just so close and so green, and Draco really couldn't believe that after eight years of waiting, it was happening. He nodded slowly, not daring to break his gaze away. And then, the world closed in, and it was all and only Harry.
"Well, that makes two of us" Harry said against his lips when they parted for the first time. Draco stole another short kiss, because he could, and Harry was right there, and said "Two what?"
"Faggots"
And the spell broke a little, but Draco didn't mind, cause it was just so funny he might cry "Oh my god Harry, what?" He couldn't surpress the giggles "You're impossible"
"Oh, you love it" said Harry, and kissed him again.
I won't let you down (yes, I will) by scarredsnake on Ao3!
the fic follows harry and draco who are paired up by slughorn for potions in sixth year! featuring slow burn and fluff and angst and love in time of war.
12K words, all yours! enjoy!
this was written for my beautiful most lovely best friend @cl0wnstuff, love u soo much!
