unleashed fic claim: waiting for the moon to rise (drarry)
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Waiting for the Moon to Rise | 8.9k words | Rated E
Drarry (endgame), with minor (but porny) Bill/Draco/Harry
When Harry and Draco move into Grimmauld Place straight out of Hogwarts, the last person they expect to find taking up residence is Bill ‘divorced, dishevelled, and dangerous’ Weasley. But what if their new, furry little problem is the help they need to finally bring them closer? Stranger things have happened, Draco supposes.
“Today,” he whispers to Harry across the pillows, who croaks his agreement, rubbing at his crusty eyes. “We'll tell him today.”
He creeps out of the room like that, unsure how he got there in the first place. Perhaps it’s just an old habit from Hogwarts; he can’t count the number of times they accidentally fell asleep in each other’s beds this past school year.
The hallway is cold and dim, seven a.m. sunshine peeping in from the stained glass windows in the hallway downstairs.
A shadow appears, obscuring the view.
Draco’s nose is suddenly full of earth and sweat and Firewhisky, and—
Today, he thinks helplessly, staring up at Bill, who has just appeared from the other side of the hallway—the bathroom, presumably—bare-chested and loose haired and very, very pale. Exhausted-looking. Sickly. The post-moon shakes, Draco thinks wildly, trying to cast his mind back to the textbook passages Snape made them all study so closely.
Today. Now. I could tell him now. Tell him he has to—
—the floorboards creak as Bill comes closer. He bends his head, his nose twitching, a loose strand of bright-red hair brushing Draco’s face as he—
Draco’s heart hammers against his chest. His hand finds the wall, clinging to it—as much as one can cling to a wall, anyway.
His skin prickles, heat rushing to the surface. He licks his lips, opens his mouth to say something, to say anything, perhaps to stop himself from liquifying and sliding right down the brocade wallpaper, but—
“You smell nice,” Bill mutters, bewilderingly. His nose twitches again. A short, soft sort of growling sound comes crawling up from the back of his throat, vibrating somewhere behind his teeth. Draco shivers. “Both of you,” Bill adds quietly, and then he turns back down the stairs and disappears through the partition doors.
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