An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Harry Potter - Fandom
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Harry/Draco
Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, The Usual Suspects - Character
Additional Tags: eighth year, Slash, Fluff
Harry receives a long-lost gift when he returns to Hogwarts to finish his last year of school. Draco could be just the person to help Harry understand the gift – if the two of them can learn to talk to each other. **Written for the 2010 hd_smoochfest at Live Journal based upon this: A tale that was not crack out of the somewhat crack prompt: “Harry lost his marbles and Draco helps him find them.”
“What about the big marble? The one you keep calling the silver swirly one?” Draco asked.
“Summon it,” Harry said. “Let’s see how far off your seeker skills have fallen.”
“Very funny, wanker,” Draco said and then called out, “Accio Harry’s big, swirly silver marble!” The glass sphere shot toward Draco, but he easily caught it and smirked at Harry as he held it up to show it off.
Harry started to laugh again but choked a bit when the marble started to spark. Draco, noticing Harry’s expression, looked at the marble in his hand. It was just as Harry had described it – except it now looked as if lightning was flashing within it.
“What’s it doing?” Harry asked.
“I don’t know,” Draco said. “Wasn’t it doing that before?”
“No!” Harry insisted. “What are you doing to it?”
“I’m not doing anything to it. I’m just holding it. Here – take it!” Draco thrust the marble into Harry’s hand. The sparking ceased, but the silvery substance within seemed to roil instead of the gentle swirling it had exhibited before.
“What do you think it means?” Harry asked.
Draco shrugged. “Maybe it’s just changing in response to whatever it’s picking up from you,” he suggested.
“But I wasn’t touching it – you were.” Harry held the marble up, trying to peer into its depths. It seemed to be settling again – the movement within was slowing. “It was like it was responding to your touch.”
Unable to resist that innocent invitation, Draco leaned toward Harry and whispered, “Maybe it likes my touch.”
Draco’s voice was doing that husky thing, sending Harry’s stomach somersaulting. And he was leaning in again, making Harry think he might kiss him. But he didn’t. He just smirked, and again Harry wondered when that smirk had become so sexy. And why was he always leaning in like that if he wasn’t going to kiss Harry? Gryffindor bravery – sometimes known as impulsivity – kicked in, and Harry threw his arms around Draco’s neck and captured his lips.
The kiss was a bit frantic at first. Draco had definitely been taken by surprise, but he quickly recovered. He returned Harry’s kiss with equal fervor – until it dawned on him that his heterosexual hero’s tongue was currently sliding against his, and Harry’s body seemed to be imitating that movement, rubbing deliciously against him.
“Harry!” Draco broke the kiss but was distracted by Harry’s lips: swollen and wet and parted in invitation. “Harry,” Draco whispered breathlessly. “You… you’re-”
But Draco’s words were lost against Harry’s lips as that determined mouth pressed insistently against his and convinced him that whatever he had been trying to say was completely unimportant. Then Harry made a little whimpering sound and once more thrust his tongue into Draco’s mouth. Draco thought he could feel his insides start to melt at that point and tightened his arms around Harry’s body. Harry shifted to straddle Draco’s lap, and they both gasped when their cocks, still clothed, but hard and sensitive, raked against each other.
Harry clasped his arms around Draco’s neck and hugged him tight. Harry’s wicked lips now brushed against his ear, and Draco could swear his fucking eyelids were tingling in response to the sound of that harsh breath that was tickling his skin.
“Gay,” Harry whispered, his lips caressing the shell of Draco’s ear. He thought he heard Draco mutter ‘what?’ somewhat incoherently and whispered, “I’m gay.” He took Draco’s earlobe into his mouth and allowed his teeth to gently scrape it as he pulled off of it. Draco moaned and bucked against him, and then Harry found himself on his back for the second time that night.
