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.
With a shock as if cold water were dumped down his back, Harry came back to the present. He couldn’t remember the exact moment shown in the photo. Looking back to that evening, there were too many moments like the one in the photograph to know precisely when it had been taken. In the photo, he saw two men in an idyllic setting looking at each other and smiling, and he saw what he hadn’t seen before: he saw how their smiles had looked to the world around them.
so um... harry isn't the whole malfoy thing a bit too much? You're practically obsessed with him
what? oh sorry i wasn't listening i was watching draco on the marauders map he should be entering the great hall any secon- oh fuck there he is okay guys try to act naturally, ron could you move a little bit to the left you're blocking my view
Harry calls Draco “Dragon Boy” because his name means dragon in Greek (from Latin).
Draco does not appreciate this and proceeds to call him “Henry” because Harry is a nickname for the German name Henry.
Harry also, does not appreciate his pet name.
Thus began the list of names they call each other.
“I’m a whore for you, blondie.”
Harry holds doors open for Draco. He also pulls out chairs for him.
Because Draco is a, “Pretty pretty princess that deserves to be treated like one.”
“Cough cough… the door?”
“I’m carrying all the groceries, Draco. I don’t have a free hand.”
“Well, put some down and open it.”
“Yes, Potter, I am serious. Do I look like I open my own doors?”
Draco bought them a kitten.
He named her Rosie Malfoy-Potter.
She’s a little pure white kitty with clear blue eyes, and the constant need to lick Harry’s nose.
Harry didn’t know he was going to come home to his boyfriend holding a tiny animal, letting it crawl over his arms and onto their couch.
He was shocked, and angry at first.
But not even the Boy-Who-Lived can resist a kitten.
“Look at her! She’s nuzzling my hand!”
“Yes, I see that.”
“Isn’t she the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?”
“It’s a cat.”
“No, it’s our daughter!”
“No, it’s a cat.”
“Come here, let me just…”
Draco placed the fluffy ball of fur in Harry’s arms. She quickly warmed up to him and began snuggling into his chest.
Harry picked her up, pulling her in front of his face.
Draco pushed the kitten closer, as she cautiously sniffed his nose.
And licked it.
“See? She loves you.”
“Harry? Please, I’ll be the housewife and take care of the children. Let me have her? Let us have her?”
“Alright, she can stay.”
Harry’s a workaholic.
Sometimes he takes extra shifts because he wants to. Not for the money.
This annoys Draco.
Before they moved in together, he didn’t know how often Harry could throw himself into his work.
Saving lives, trying to protect the world from forces that would never cease.
Sometimes he needed to be reminded that not everyone can be saved. There’s more to life than being the hero.
Draco was a good reminder. Like an alarm.
He would go off at a certain time, whenever he needed him. Whenever Harry stayed up for forty-eight hours without sleep working on a case, he was there. Ready to owl him in sick, make sure he slept that night, he got food in the morning, he made sure Harry knew he couldn’t be there for everyone. The only way to stay sane as an Auror is to know when to go home.
“Harry, you can’t keep going like this.”
“I have to finish looking over this file. If I can find out where this kid is then-”
“Give that back!”
“No, you listen to me. You can’t keep doing this.”
“Not eating, not sleeping, not talking, only working. It’s not good for you. I’m worried. You come home, but you’re not home. You’re at work. We haven’t had sex in three weeks. You haven’t had a full meal in three weeks. Mrs. Weasley flooed wondering where you were at dinner this Sunday. You know what I told her? You were hooked on this case. Addicted. This is an addiction, Harry. You’re addicted to saving people. Addicted to helping. Yeah, well you can’t save everyone, Potter! If you’re going to have a fucking hero complex then why don’t you save the ones who really matter in your life. I’ve woken up screaming and crying twice this month, and where were you? Not next to me, not where I needed you. I’ve needed saving. I love you, you stupid prick. I fucking love you. I fucking care about you. Please, for fuck’s sake, don’t do this to yourself.To us.”
Hello! I hope you're having a wonderful day! I wanted to ask you if you could recommend some super fluffy fics. BTW I really appreciate you! Thank you so much!
SOMETIMES WE ALL JUST NEED SOME FLUFF, so I’m going to try to make this list extra lovely (and long!) ^-^ 💜💜💜
Fluffy Drarry Recs
Talk to Me by Saras_Girl (15.5K)- When the usual channels of communication are shut down, the most surprising people can find a way in. A strange little love story. Harry is cursed temporarily blind and deaf while alone outside, and is helped by a gentle stranger (*cough* Draco). SO SWEET. Part of her fluffy!verse (collection of one-shots), and anyone after fluff should really read them all <3
Yours Until Midnight by drarryisgreen (4.5K)- Harry sits at a cafe owned by Draco day after day and wonders why Draco likes to bother him. / Lots of rain, lots of tea(s), lots of fluff. Some fics you just adore for no reason you can articulate, and this is one of those for me. Harry is a (secret) fiction writer under the alias January James, and he writes all his stories in Draco’s cafe, while drinking Draco’s tea and pining without even realizing what he wants. Heart-clenchingly sweet!
Then Comes A Mist and A Weeping Rain by faithwood (21K)- It always rains for Draco Malfoy. Metaphorically. And literally. Ever since he had accidentally Conjured a cloud. A cloud that’s ever so cross. This fic has the most kudos of any Drarry fic on AO3, so everyone and their grandmother has probably read it, but READ IT AGAIN because there is a cloud that follows Draco around raining on the poor boy EXCEPT WHEN HARRY’S BEING NICE TO HIM <333
Luckiest Fucking Size Queen Aliveby@l0vegl0wsinthedark (6K)- Potter escorts me home, presses me into my front door and kisses me with a ferocity that’s exhilarating. And then Potter asks me, in a growl that makes my cock throw a wet tantrum in my pants, how many more dates I would deem mandatory before I let him fuck me. I drag Potter to bed. This fic is fucking hilarious. Quite possibly my favorite humor/fluff/smut combination ever. They both work at the Ministry, and Draco is lured to Potter by the rumors of his amazing cock and they’re so cute and it’s just pure brilliance.
Good to me (And I’d Be So Good to You) by AWickedMemory (9K)- Everyone returns to Hogwarts after the war, but nothing is quite the same. Harry’s groupies are creepier than ever, Ron and Hermione are snogging all over the place, and the once-proud Draco is shuffling around like a kicked puppy. But that’s okay: Harry’s got a plan. Harry implements Operation Make Friends With Draco Malfoy, and Draco is very confused. Also featuring “Harry’s Draco Lucius Abraxas Malfoy Repository of Information Collected Whilst Stalking (DLAMRoICWS)” hehehe <3
The Wolf Pack by dracogotgame (13.5)- Nobody said achieving your animagus form was easy. Draco could handle being a wolf pup for a while, right? How bad could it be? Oh my GOD Draco’s animagus form is a wolf PUPPY and he meets another wolf in the forest and bothers him all the time and then he adopts this wolf as his protector. And the wolf is annoyed but reluctantly amused and endeared and I WONDER WHO THAT WOLF IS HM WHO COULD IT BE????
Mingling, Mistletoe & Misdeeds by @jadepresley (10K)- Three couples in denial. One Christmas party to make them finally see sense. Christmas fluff! This fic is adorable! It also features Ron x Pansy and Hermione x Theo, and I fell in love with those other two pairings in this fic as much as Drarry! Christmassy and LOVELY. And Draco planned the party, so you know it’s a good one ;)
Candy by @bixgirl1 (5.5K)- It was only after careful consideration that Draco came to the wildly preposterous conclusion that he and Potter were actually friends. Sweet fic. May cause cavities. Harry wants to be friends with Draco, but Draco refuses. And keeps refusing. Until somehow they’re suddenly friends, and then they’re more then friends, and Draco has no idea how any of it happened! Oblivious!Draco is my favorite Draco and yes I think I may have indeed gotten a cavity from how sweet this fic was ;)
To Love a Loathed (Arch) Enemy by Sophie_French (11.5K)- “For the last time, Malfoy, I have absolutely no hidden agenda giving you your wand back.” Harry brings Draco his wand back after the war and the rest is history. After Harry returns Draco’s wand, they start sending (FLIRTY OMG) owls back and forth, and then Draco helps Harry with the Hogwarts Restoration and it’s all just adorable :)
Get Me From My Good Side by @julietsemophase (5.5K)- The only reason Harry agrees to these Ministry publicity articles is he knows he’s in safe hands with Draco Malfoy as his stylist. But then a shoot doesn’t quite go to plan and Harry worries his secret is out. Personal stylist is another job I just LOVE for Draco. This fic is perfect perfect perfect because Draco is the only one Harry trusts to style him. And of course that’s not because he’s secretly in love with him, what are you talking about?!
To Bag A Hero by moonshoespotterr (7.5K)- When Draco realises that insults are getting him nowhere, he decides to take a new approach to bagging the Boy Who Lived. Draco starts being nice to Harry and gives him his scarf and YEP this is pure fluff
Tug-O-Want by dysonrules (16.5K)- Harry is back at Hogwarts minding his own business when he finds himself magically drawn to Draco Malfoy. Over and over again. Aaaah amazingness! Accidental bonding! Being repeatedly drawn to each other from opposite sides of the castle! Neither of their faults but they blame each other anyway! Giving in to their desires more and more each time! Y E S
One More Cup of Coffee by Lonov (10.5K)- Harry thought the best part about being a Healer would be saving lives every day without the constant fear of being murdered by a megalomaniac, but when Draco Malfoy walked into the room, he realized he hadn’t escaped so easily. Both are healers, Harry is miffed that Draco has a more senior position than he does, Draco brings Harry coffee every day, and I could choke on the sweetness
Check Me Out by lumosed_quill (3K)- Draco works as a librarian. Harry visits often and attempts (possibly) to flirt with Draco through his choice of books. Draco is not getting it. At all. YES this fic is exactly as adorable as the summary makes it sound :D
Storm in a Teacup by faithwood (8K)- For reasons he’d rather not think about, Draco is obsessed with Potter’s hair. This cannot end well. FLUFF FLUFF HARRY’S HAIR IS FLUFFY LIKE THIS FIC. They study together in a hidden alcove <3
Hey, Potter by SunseticMonster (16K)- Harry returns to Hogwarts for his 8th year, determined not to let Malfoy get to him. But when the snarky teasing starts up again, Harry finds that returning the jibes with compliments has a far more interesting outcome. GAH Harry starts complimenting Draco whenever Draco insults him and Draco gets all flustered and baffled and it’s adorable as FUCK.
9 times Harry kissed Draco, and the 1 time Draco kissed Harry by LockWhoSuper (4.5K)- ‘Harry grinned, Draco fell into his trap perfectly. Surging forwards, Harry wrapped his fingers around Draco’s tie and pulled him forwards until their lips met over their cauldron. The pressure lasted for three seconds, Harry’s eyes shut and Draco’s wide in surprise. When Harry let Draco go, he slid back into his seat slowly, eyes still wide, tie crooked and a blush painting his cheeks.’ Every time Draco swears, Harry kisses him. That’ll make him stop. Yep. Perfect plan. Nothing at all to do with Harry wanting to kiss Draco. Nothing whatsoever.
What Potter Wants by birdsofshore (3.5K)- Harry definitely didn’t want to do that to Malfoy. Not at all. So why did Malfoy keep saying that he did? This fic is hilarious and perfect and I think about it all the time because the idea is just that brilliant. Draco insists over and over that Potter is dying to suck his cock. Harry denies it and denies it, but….for someone who doesn’t want to suck Malfoy’s cock, he sure is protesting a lot. Fluffy Smutty Humor ;)
All You Want for Christmas is Me by chibaken (7.5K)- Harry Potter is rich enough to buy himself anything he wants, and so famous that he receives daily gifts from his fans. Whatever is a Secret Santa to do? Draco doesn’t know yet, but he’s going to figure it out. YEAH I’M RECCING MYSELF SUE ME (please don’t). Christmas party games, Draco in denial, presents, and pooooooorn with a ribbon
‘OUCH! Stop, st- STOP IT PANSY! Argh, fuck, I think I broke a rib.’
Draco sat down on his bed, a painful expression on his face which was paler
‘You’re an ungrateful bastard’ Pansy flopped beside him, pouting ‘the
whole Slytherin house knows I’m the best on giving massage’
‘Well, I better look for someone from other houses then’ Draco made
another pained expression as he got up. ‘I can’t, I can’t walk. Argh, fuck!’ He
laid down slowly. Pansy only stared at him from the door, the look on her a
face a mixture of pity and remorse.
‘I’ll get someone. Even though you were a little bitch just now.’ She
glared at him before leaving.
It’d started three days before then. He was getting ready on Wednesday
morning to practice quidditch. Everything was fine when he bent down to tie his
shoelaces, but the second he straightened his back an acute pain hit him on his
hips. It’d gotten worse the past two days to the point now he couldn’t even sit
properly without feeling it.
He laid there, thinking maybe he would have to look for Madam Pomfrey
after all. But fuck, those potions always messed up with his stomach, he’d do
anything to avoid taking them even if it meant asking for someone he didn’t
know to give him a massage. Pansy had told him she knew what she was doing but
at the end it’d only worsened it.
‘It’s for a friend, you see. He’s in a lot of pain at the moment and I
was hoping you knew someone good on giving massages’ Pansy flopped down on a
chair at the eighth year common room.
‘Well,’ Hermione started, closing her arithmancy book. 'I do, but… who
exactly is this friend of yours?’ She gave Pansy a look that could be
translated as 'Are-we-talking-about-who-i-think-we-are-talking-about?’
'Draco’ Pansy sighed, predicting the other’s answer. 'But… I swear he’ll
behave. And you owe me this one, right? After I brought you those French hair
products’ Pansy smirked.
'You really are a Slytherin’ Hermione sighed 'but they were actually
amazing. I’ll help you with this one but I can’t guarantee it’ll go well.’
Pansy gave her a quick hug, grinning. 'Who is it then?’
'Harry’ Hermione murmured to herself.
Pansy gasped and then laughed until tears were streaming down her face.
'Holy. Shit. Are you sure he’ll want to do it?’
Hermione gave her a little smile.
'He owes he a favor’
Pansy’s giggling was catching the attention of everyone around them.
'Who’s the Slytherin one now?’
'Tell me how amazing I am’
The girl bursted inside his dorm an hour after she’d left to find Draco
in the same position.
'You found someone?’ He got up, regretting the decision immediately.
'Ah, shit! Are they outside? Please tell me they’re outside’
'They’ll be here in ten’ Pany sat by his side and poked his cheek 'go
on, tell me how amazing I am’
'You’re amazing’ he grunted. When he looked at his friend, though, she
wasn’t paying attention, busy with a little pink bag Draco hadn’t noticed she’d
brought before. 'What-’
'Oils. For the massage’ she smirked and Draco felt blood going to his
'There’s no need for that’
'They have properties. They could help’ she started to take the little
flasks with different colors out of the bag and pile them on Draco’s bed.
A light knock on the door told them Pansy’s friends had arrived.
'I just don’t understand why… No. No fucking way.’
'Harry, please, Pansy said-’
'What the actual fuck, Pansy!’ Draco started talking at the same time
Hermione tried to stop Harry from leaving the room. 'This is… ah, shit shit-
ARGH!’ Draco’s attempt to get up brought back the striking pain on his lower
back and he felt his knees failing. The next second he was tumbling to the
ground with a loud thud. Tears came uninvited to his eyes and he bit his lips
as hard as he could to stop from screaming.
Draco didn’t look up to see who it was that was trying to help him get
up. A firm hand went on the underside of his thigh as the other grabbed his
shoulder firmly, pushing him to his feet just long enough for him to get to his
bed. When he collapsed on his bed, flushed cheeks and tears still streaming
down his face, everything he could think about was that maybe his time had
come. Die would be better than suffer so much humiliation in front of Saint
Potter, who was panting by his side.
Harry stared down at the boy in front of him, Malfoy’s face twisted in
an ugly expression. It was like he was trying to sneer at Harry but the pain
was too much even for that. Harry sighed and turned to see he was left alone in
the room with an incapacitated Malfoy. Well, shit, that was just great. Why
couldn’t people just leave him alone? Peace, it was all he was asking for after
everything. But, oh no, he had to have asked Hermione for help with his potions
homework the week before, and now he owed her this. Harry wouldn’t have denied
giving a massage to any of his friends if they’d asked him. He’d helped
Hermione, Ginny and even Luna in the past. But Malfoy? Give Malfoy a massage,
after everything, almost sounded funny.
Except it wasn’t because Harry had a hero complex and he knew Malfoy
wouldn’t ask for such a thing if he wasn’t desperate. It wasn’t even Malfoy who
came looking for Hermione, it was Pansy, which meant he probably was in a lot
of pain. He couldn’t walk, from what Harry could see.
Small flasks caught his attention, all of them pilled up beside Malfoy.
'What’s this?’ He grabbed one and put it against the light. The liquid
inside was thicker than water.
'Oils. Pansy brought them. She said they could help. Not like you need
to know this anyway since you won’t use them.’ Malfoy spoke through gritted
teeth, facing the wall opposite to where Harry stood. So he was expecting him
to leave, that cocky bastard.
'Take off your shirt then’ Harry levitated all the tiny flasks to the
ground and picked up one randomly. When he opened it the smell of cinnamon
filled the room. Malfoy stared at him like he’d gone insane.
'What do you think you’re doing?’ he asked slowly.
'Well, maybe a massage since that’s what Hermione asked me to do and I
can’t have a fucking moment of peace in this castle. And since you seem to be unable
to even walk I advise you shut the fuck up and take off your shirt so I can see
what’s wrong and finish in time for dinner’ Harry looked up to find Malfoy
gaping at him.
'Do you even-’
'Yes, I do know how to do it, you prick. And I’m using this one, so take
off your shirt’ Harry signaled to the open flask in his hands as he sat down on
the far end of the bed.
He didn’t quite know how the oil would help since he’d never used them
when he gave massages before. He liked the smell of it, that was all.
Malfoy struggled to sit down. He undid his tie, opened every button and
started to take it off, really slowly trying not to move too much, wincing everytime
he did. He folded his shirt and put it on the chair beside the bed. Harry
couldn’t help staring at the huge scars on his chest he knew he was responsible
for. Guilt settled on his stomach as he tore his gaze away.
'Lay down on your stomach’ Harry got up and sat beside Malfoy’s body as
close as he could without brushing their thighs. It was ridiculous, he knew,
since he would be touching him quite soon. Malfoy did as he was told and
stilled, realising what that meant.
And what it meant was that, like that, he was completely vulnerable. He
turned his face to Potter’s side and searched the other boy’s face for any sign
of danger but all he could see was a frown as Harry dripped the oil in his
fingers. Draco felt his cheeks heat up for some reason he didn’t understand.
'I’m going to start’ Potter’s voice was low when he spoke. Before Draco
could say anything Potter’s hands were on his shoulders, placed at the same
distance from the centre of his back. They were warmer than Draco’s skin, soft
and sticky with oil. His breath got stuck on his throat when Potter squeezed and, even though his
lower back still hurt, Draco felt some of the tension leave his shoulders. He
exaled, relaxing into the matress.
Harry maintained the rhythm for a while, squeazing and releasing
Malfoy’s shoulders, his thumbs pressing small circles on the other’s neck as he
did. Harry, then, started to let his hands go lower, maintaining the pressing
of his thumbs as he did until he reached the high of Malfoy’s kidneys. He
stopped there to smear his hands with more oil.
'Where did the pain start?’ Harry found his voice was hoarse when he
'Hm… my hips’ Malfoy sounded sleepy when he spoke. He was so relaxed Harry
had to hold back a giggle. He must really be great at giving massage if it
meant even Malfoy was enjoying it.
He stopped shortly.
'Your hips?’ Shit, he wasn’t expecting that. 'Er… okay. I’ll- I’ll
need you to lower you trousers a bit.
'What?’ Draco opened his eyes, snapping out of his daze. What did Potter
'So I can reach your hips. I can’t do much with them in the way’ he said
slowly, almost like he expected Draco to start yelling at him.
'So you want me to take off my pants?’ Draco couldn’s believe what the
fuck was going on.
'No! Just- Just open it, okay? I can do the rest…’ Draco stopped for a
second. He reached for his buttons, opened them and laid down again. He turned
his face the other way since he was pretty sure he was blushing. Shit, Potter
better know what he was doing.
Harry exhaled gradually. He most definitely didn’t know what he was
doing. Well, he did, but he shouldn ’t
be doing this. He should’ve stopped, told Malfoy to go look for Pomfrey and got
out of there.
Instead he placed his hands on Malfoy’s lower back again. He rubbed his
thumbs in circles there, with less pressure this time, and started to press
lower as he did. He reached his trousers but since the buttons were open it
hang loose on Malfoy’s hips. Harry let his thumbs go under the waist and Malfoy
Harry exhaled again. 'This will probably hurt but if it doesn’t work
I’ll know what I have to do, okay?’ He pulled his trousers lower until he could
see the other’s boxers. They were black, just like his trousers. Harry could
see the fine blond hair that covered his lower back was up.
'Just don’t break my bones’ His tone was sarcastic.
Harry had his weigh on one knee which was pressed against the matress,
both hands on Malfoy’s hips.
'Inhale’ Harry instructed. 'Hold’ Malfoy did as he was told.
'Exhale’ he pushed all his weight on his hands as quickly as he could.
Malfoy screamed and Harry cursed. They were panting, Malfoy still too shocked
to say anything.
'It won’t work, not like this’ Harry got off the bed to take off his
shoes. When he looked back Malfoy was staring at him with a strange expression
on his face, fear mixed with something else. Was it anticipation?
'This will work’ Harry got on the bed again and before malfoy could say
anything he passed one of his legs over the blond’s body, straddling him. Harry
sat on Malfoys thighs, trapping him so he couldn’t turn around.
'WHAT THE FUCK, POTTER?’ Malfoy tried to free himself but Harry pinned
both Draco’s hands above his head in a strong grip.
'I’m telling you this will work! Stop fidgeting and shut up!’
But focusing on Potter’s words was hard since all he could sense was the
warmth and pressure on his thighs, so close to his ass. He’d never felt anything
like that before, something disturbingly intimate and his whole body was
reacting as if it was. He closed his eyes, cursing inside his head as blood
rushed into his cock. Fuck fuck fuck, this wasn’t happening, it couldn’t be…
'Inhale’ Potter’s words resonated closer to his ear than before. He
shivered, inhaling as deep as he could. 'You need to relax’ Potter’s voice came
out hoarse, his thumbs still tracing circles on his hips. Draco shuddered but
felt his shoulders lose tension again.
'Inhale’, Harry repetead. 'Hold’ And Draco did.
Potter shifted on his thighs and Draco almost forgot what he was
supposed to do.
'Exhale’ he did it again, placing all his weight in his hands, his thighs
pressing hard against Malfoy’s as he did. A loud crack made Harry smile and
And then Malfoy let out a loud moan and Harry lost his train of thought.
Suddenly all the blood in his brain was going down, making his pants too
tight. His ears felt like they were full of water when he heard Malfoy hum
against the pillow.
'It worked’ Draco breathed, lifting his hips a bit to check if the pain
was still there. The motion caused his ass to rub against something hard.
Harry moaned low.
Draco’s hips rose up again, higher, rubbing harder against what he knew
was Potter and fuck, he didn’t know what he was doing anymore. And then Potter
pressed down, literally pressed against Draco’s ass so he could feel it, the
whole length even through the fabric. Potter was hard, really hard and Draco felt
his own cock twitching at that.
Draco moaned, the sound ringing in Harry’s ears. He should go, he knew
he should, but Malfoy was panting, and lifting that roundy ass for him, to rub
against him, and Harry saw his face when he turned his head to the side. His
cheeks were flushed and lips parted.
Harry pressed again, leaning forward until his mouth was just above
Malfoy’s left ear.
'Do you want me to go?’ He needed to be sure, to be certain he wasn’t
imagining all that.
Malfoy gasped, his eyes tightly shut. 'No’ He lifted his arm, grabbing
Harry’s thigh and craving his nails on it. Harry bit his earlobe, went for his
jaw and started sucking there.
Draco’s cock was throbbing beneath him, so hard he was sure he might faint
The next minute the pressure against his ass was gone making a small cry
escape his lips. Fuck fuck, Potter must have come to his senses before he
His pants were suddenly yanked down to his knees, his boxers with them.
The sudden movement ccreating friction against his cock, now leaking on the
matress. Draco was sure he couldn’t blush any harder but it didn’t stop him from
moaning when hands grabbed his arse cheeks. How come he didn’t know he could
get pleasure from there? Potter’s hands were everywhere, squeezing, pinching,
scratching the soft skin.
Harry opened his cheeks, exposing his hole and run his thumb there tentatively.
'Ah- ha fuck…’ Draco buried his face in the pillow again. This wasn’t
right, this was so fucking wrong, what was he doing moaning for…
'I wanna eat you up’ Harry didn’t mean to let the words escape his lips.
His gaze was fixed on Malfoy’s pink hole and when it contracted under his thumb
the thought of licking there, fucking him with his tongue, assaulted his mind
immediately. Malfoy shivered under him.
'Wh-What are you saying?’ the tips of his ears were even redder from
where Harry could see them.
Harry got off of Malfoy’s thighs and pushed them apart. He grabbed
Malfoy’s hips again, pulling his ass up a bit. He could see the blond’s cock
was hard and swollen, rubbing against the matress. Harry got on his elbows,
squeezed Draco’s arse again and bit the already marked skin.
Draco gasped, his head jerking to the side so he could get a glimpse of
Potter between his legs. Potter was sucking him at the spot he’d bitten before,
his hands massaging the place where his thighs met his ass. He run his fingers
there, grabbed his arse cheeks and pulled them apart. Draco drew a sharp breath.
He could hear Harry fidgeting with his own pants followed by the sound
of clothes hitting the ground. Draco waved his hand towards the door, a click
signalling it was now locked. He couldn’t even begin to think what would happen
if anyone decided to come in.
Draco felt something wet, warm and firm press against his hole.
'Fuck fuck, you can’t- ah… ahhhh P-Potter this is…’ he gave a choking
moan when Harry began to lick him relentlessly, his own moans reverberating in
Harry licked, savoured until his tongue got past the tight ring, and
then he was fucking Draco, fucking him with wet and hot thrusts of his tongue.
Draco kept pushing back, gasping as he
did, completely out of control.
Harry had never done that before but the second he had laid eyes on Draco’s
ass, naked before him all he could thing about was opening him, filing him up to
get all those delicious sounds out of him.
Draco moaned, and moaned, louder each time. The words that came out of
his mouth were incoherent, interrupted by sharp intakes of air.
'Yes… This- fuck Potter… I-deep-deeper’
Deeper, he wanted it deeper. Harry grasped the tiny flask he’d left on
the ground and smeared his fingers with the oil again. He retreated his tongue
earning a whimper from Malfoy that turned into a sob the second Harry’s middle
finger replaced his tongue, getting in smoothly. Draco gasped, shivering
uncontrollably and Harry just stayed there, mouth hanging open at the view. His
finger disappeared and reappeared, Malfoy sucking him in while rutting against
the matress. Harry curled his finger experimentally getting Malfoy to jolt and
scream, throwing his head back. Harry caressed his thigh marked with purple
bruises, another finger going inside his hole. The blond hissed but didn’t tell
Harry to stop so he thrusted them to the base.
Draco’s brain was shutting down. The lewd sounds filling the room paired
with the smell of cinnamon overstimulating his whole body. He wanted more heat,
more pressure, more skin against his but the words kept getting lost in his
throat everytime he tried to voice his needs. And Potter, fuck, he knew what to
do with his hands, with his mouth. That fucking tongue worked like magic inside
him. Potter was moving his fingers inside him in a way Draco didn’t even know
was possible, scissoring them, thrusting them to the base.
The fingers were suddenly gone. Draco inhalled sharply but before he
could complain Potter grabbed his shoulders and turned him around. He laid
there on his back, legs spread open, cock dripping with pre come. And Harry
stared him down, took in every inch of his light skin shamelessly. Draco felt
exposed even though they were both naked. His hole twitched, stretched and
leaking all the oil Potter had rubbed inside him and Potter stared. He fucking
stared, jerking himself as he did.
Draco grabbed his own cock and began to do the same. It was unfair,
having to do it all by himself after all Potter did, that bastard. The gesture
caught the Golden Boys’s attention, though, and Draco smirked.
'i want,’ Harry bent down, their chests flushed against each other, his
mouth whispering in Draco’s lips. 'I want to put it in you’ he sucked Draco’s
lower lip. Holy fuck, he was on the edge already. Potter moved his lips to
Draco’s ear and shifted, the head of his cock now poking Draco’s entrance.
Draco felt it tingle as Potter cast a protective spell. 'I want to fill you up’
he whispered against his ear.
'Has anyone ever done that?’ he nuzzled Draco’s temple, his glans
rubbing against his hole. 'I’m going to take you’ Harry hold his cock steadily
as he pushed an inch, stretching Malfoy for him. The blond was panting on his
cheek, small sobs inbetween gasps for air.
Harry’s ability to dirty talk, even as his own mind wasn’t working
properly was something he didn’t know he could do. He was blushing, panting,
but the possessivness he felt made him talk. Malfoy was his, all his, he just
never thought that that anger, the rush of adrenaline he felt every time they
were close could be hiding something else. He always thought Malfoy was his to
take down, to fight against. But he also was his to consume, to bury himself
Harry thrust slowly, taking in the tightness, the heat engulfing him.
Malfoy was fisting his cock under him, eyes tightly shut and mouth hanging
open. Harry stopped Malfoy’s hand with his own and, with a tight grip, trapped
them both above his head. Malfoy opened his eyes, his grey irisis thin rings
around blown pupils.
'Touch my cock’ he whispered against Harry’s lips, more a command than a
pleading. Harry smashed their mouths together instead, refusing to let go of
his grip. Draco shivered under him, opened his mouth, let Potter invade his
mouth with that tongue. Fuck, that tongue that’d fucked him just minutes ago.
And Harry kissed him, his cock deep buried to the hilt inside him. He was full,
so fucking full he felt his whole body collapse when Potter started to pull
He thrust again, the friction, the pressure, sending shocks of pleasure
to Draco’s cock, up his spine, everywhere. Through half opened eyes Draco saw
Harry gazing at him, his glasses gone, his lips red, parted as puffs of air
escaped them. Harry thrust hard when he realized Draco was staring back. His
complex changed immediately.
'I-yes fuck ahh-ah…’ Draco’s whole body was trembling, his ass
thrusting back against Harry’s cock, trying to get him to go deeper.
Harry released Draco’s hands, grabbed his thighs instead and lifted
them, shoving in until his fingers were numb from the tight grip. He’d leave
marks there, crimson lines, and the thought made him moan. Harry bent down
again, his mouth reaching Draco’s neck. He sucked him there while he fucked
hard and fast. Draco fisted his cock with one hand while the other scratched
Harry’s back repeatedly.
His moans were louder now, loud enough Harry was sure people could hear
them from outside the dorm. Draco didn’t seem to care, or even realize he was
making those sounds.
The next moment Draco was contracting around him, trembling violently and
coming on their stomachs. The pressure was enough to send Harry over the edge,
his thrusts erratic as he came deep inside Draco.
Draco moaned again when he felt something hot filling him up, Harry’s
last thrusts too much to handle.
Harry flopped beside him, his limbs drained of strengh.
'Merlin’ he whispered to himself.
They didn’t speak for the next couple of minutes. When Harry got up to
leave, though, Draco reached for his arm.
'You could… we- uh… we could…’
Harry kissed him softly, almost clumsily before speaking 'Yeah, I- I’d
Draco sat down that evening with Pansy and Blaise at their common room
to warm themselves in front of the fire. He couldn’t help wincing a bit when he
'What’s wrong? I thought Potter had fixed you back’
Draco felt his face flushing immediately.
'He did! I just…’
'I’m sure he did. Just remember to go somewhere else with thicker walls
next time you call him to fix your back’ Blaise didn’t even care to lift his
eyes from the book he had in hands.
His cheeks were in flames and the expression on Pansy’s face wasn’t
‘You owe me two favours
now!’ She smirked, leaning against the couch like she’d won a bet.
‘What- Why two?’ Draco
shifted and winced again at the new burning ache.
‘Because,’ She stuck up a
finger like she needed to count all the favours Draco owned her. ‘I found
someone to fix your back’ She lifted another finger. ‘And,’
Right that second Potter
walked through the portrait followed by Granger and Weasley. He spotted Draco
immediately and, well wasn’t that great, strode towards him, leaving Weasley
with a confused look and Granger with a knowing one. He glanced at Pancy and
saw her waving at the Gryffindor girl. Fucking amazing.
‘Hey,’ Potter stood
awkwardly there before sitting on the arm of Draco’s chair. Draco knew his
cheeks were already flushed but when Potter bent down and whispered in his ear
he was sure he probably looked like a tomatoe. ‘Fancy a game of Wizard’s chess
Pansy was shaking trying
to keep herself from bursting out laughing.
‘Your dorm?’ Draco found
himself playing with the hem of Potter’s hoodie. The bastard blushed at Draco’s
words, but nodded with a smile on his face.
He’d barely turned his
back when Draco heard Pansy’s voice loud and clear.
It was in 1st year when Draco Malfoy finally got to meet his hero, Harry Potter. However he wasn’t ready to meet the realisation that Harry Potter didn’t want to meet him. He didn’t even want to be his friend, so it was from this day forth that if he couldn’t be his friend, he would be his enemy.
It was in 2nd year that Draco got to challenge Harry Potter in Quidditch and in a duel. But it was all to beat him right? Because Draco was better than Saint Potter. He wasn’t trying to impress him, was he?
It was in 3rd year that Draco heard the famous Sirius Black had escaped from Azkaban. A man who was his family and who intended to hurt Harry Potter. But he couldn’t do anything apart from let him find Harry. Anyway he wanted this, for once the famous Harry Potter couldn’t be helped. He most certainly wasn’t scared for Harry, he was scared for himself. Right?
It was in 4th year that for once when the name “Harry Potter” was called out Draco didn’t feel annoyed or angry, he felt anxious and this time he knew it. Even though Harry was his rival, Draco knew that he couldn’t lose him to a stupid tournament. So when Harry came back clutching the lifeless body of Cedric Diggory and screaming “He’s back,” Draco knew that he wasn’t lying. That Voldemort really was back and Harry has to fight him. He’s his only hope.
It was in 5th year that everyone believed Harry was lying, Draco of course didn’t but he had to pretend he did. He couldn’t let anyone know that he’d come to care for his rival. So of course he teamed up with Umbridge to help bring Harry down whilst all the while spending every second fearing when Voldemort will strike and take away Harry.
It was in 6th year that Draco realised he was in love. He was in love with the one person everyone around him had taught him to hate. But it was also in this year that Voldemort asked him to murder Dumbledore. From the start he knew he not only couldn’t do it but he wouldn’t do it. For once he wanted to be like Harry, he wanted to do the right thing. Even though he failed to complete the task Draco felt as though he had succeeded in doing the right thing.
It was in 7th year that everything fell apart. Everything Draco knew was crumbling around him, he didn’t know where Harry was and he was scared. For he was slowly starting to believe that Voldemort might win. The first thing that Draco felt when Harry Potter was thrust onto the Manor floor was relief. Even with a stinging hex Draco knew it was Harry, how couldn’t he? But Draco was still so scared for his entire future, he can’t have Voldemort win. So he said he couldn’t be sure if it was Harry because that’s what you do when you’re in love, you protect them no matter the consequences on yourself. Yet when Draco heard Voldemort utter the four words he never wanted to hear of “ Harry Potter is dead,” Draco felt as though his entire world was collapsing. But the thrill that surged through every vein of his when Harry jumped out of Hagrid’s hands was so intense that Draco’s whole body shuddered. Harry can win this Draco muttered to himself and the sense of unlawful joy that ripped through Draco when Harry did win was almost impossible.
It was in 8th year when everyone who fought in the war came back to retake their 7th year that Draco had the courage to express his feelings to a newly befriended Harry Potter. And thankfully, it was in 8th year that Draco felt at ease because for once he was doing okay. He had someone to love and the fact that they loved him back, well that was extraordinary.
Draco Malfoy had only ever been scared twice in his life. Once when The Dark Lord returned and once when he told Harry Potter he was in love with him.
He can recall the moment he realised that he was in love with The Boy Who Lived. It was an early Tuesday morning and Draco had awoken to an empty bed, yet he thought nothing of it. This usually happened so he presumed Harry had gone off to work. He was wrong, Draco came down to his kitchen to find Harry whistling along to the tune of the radio whilst fussing about over the stove. Draco can distinctly remember the smirk Harry threw over his shoulder followed by “Your coffee is on the table babe.” And it was as if in that instance everything had been flipped upside down because for the first time in his life, Draco Malfoy was in love.
This in itself didn’t scare him but he knew that the day he told Harry would be the day he feared. That day came around sooner than anticipated. Of course he hadn’t planned to have told Harry, the words had slipped passed Draco’s lips before he even knew they were out. It was the sheer surprise of it all that scared him to his core. However when Harry pulled him into a hug, kissed his temple and replied with “I love you too Draco, more than you could ever imagine,” Draco wondered why he had ever feared it at all.
It’s decided that the Eighth Years should do a Secret Santa gift exchange to continue the newfound effort towards House Unity that was started at the beginning of the new term.
So of course, because Harry can’t catch a break, he managed to draw Draco Malfoy as his person.
He’s stressed AF and wracking his brain to think of something that Malfoy would even want, something he won’t spit on.
Harry gets annoyed when Malfoy plays it off like it’s going to be super easy to get his person a gift, which makes Harry even more Determined™
Except, secretly Draco is also stressed AF because holy shit everything he thinks of is stupid, what can he possibly get the Boy Who Lived??? Fuck, fuck!
Draco trails through Hogsmeade looking at Quidditch supplies, expensive leather-bound journals, and fine bottles of goblin wine before deciding that all of those gifts wouldn’t matter to Potter — with the exception of Quidditch, obviously.
But he’s certain that gifting Potter something Quidditch-related won’t have enough of an impact.
He wanted to get a gift that meant something, something to thank Potter for saving his life.
Harry nearly gave up as the day to exchange their presents drew nearer, but then he found Malfoy’s wand in the bottom of his trunk.
He knew it was the perfect gift.
After a few false starts, Draco finally figured out something clever to gift to Potter, something that no other Secret Santa would have thought of.
He was proud of himself for figuring out the puzzle, and he’s actually eager to see Potter’s face when he opened Draco’s gift.
When the time finally came to exchange gifts in a circle around the Eighth Year common room, they each went last to give their gifts.
When it’s clear that they had presents for each other, they both nod to leave the room.
Malfoy insisted that Harry open his first.
Harry fully expected something over the top, expensive, and uselessly ridiculous.
But his breath caught when he opened the leather-bound text, engraved with a family crest on the cover with the name Potter emblazoned on a scroll in the center.
As he flipped through the pages Malfoy explained that he tracked down a complete family history of the Potters for Harry.
And holy shit, Malfoy’s present made Harry’s heart pound in his chest while his throat went all tight and dry???
Harry got choked up over his gift as the reality of it sank in. He carefully ran his fingers over the engraving while Malfoy shifted his weight from foot to foot nervously, blurting out facts about the gift that Harry only paid half of his attention to.
Harry wiped at his eyes roughly, a little embarrassed, but Malfoy gave him such an important gift.
He took a breath and held out his own gift for Malfoy.
“I thought it was about time you had this back. It served me well, so, er, thanks.”
Draco didn’t even speak for a full minute, his eyes were just locked on his wand in Harry’s outstretched hand.
Harry could see his hand shaking at his side.
When Harry finally handed Draco the wand, he hugged Harry really tightly and whispered thank you.
Draco kissed Harry’s cheek as he pulled away, startling Harry.
His lips felt so soft and warm against Harry’s skin.
They stared at each other until Harry slowly, carefully pulled Draco back to him, and lightly kissed his cheek in return.
They smiled tentatively at each other, each clutching their gifts, as they reached for each other’s hand.
Absolutely no one was surprised when they walked back into the common room holding hands.
Draco was protective of what was his, so when he saw a certain Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley trying to force what was his to ask someone on a date, he wasn’t happy. Not only that, but when Harry actually got up just to comply with what the two were telling him to do, he was practically furious- the wink Harry had given him as he passed wasn’t helping the situation either.
Draco had watched as Harry had slid in to a chair next to a pretty average looking girl and had begin to ask her about herself, as she was happily babbling on however, Draco was quick to get up and stalk over until he was hovering behind Harry.
‘Potter, a word with you? Now.’ Harry’s shoulders had tensed ever so slightly before relaxing and he had let out a groan before climbing out of his chair and looking up to Draco. Unfortunately for him Draco had grown exponentially since after the war, and Harry had seemed to have shrunk in comparison.
Draco lets out a low predatory growl, and Harry knew he was absolutely in for it, so instead of saying anything he began to walk out of the great hall, knowing Draco would be close behind after grabbing his bag and explaining why he was leaving so early to the rest of his housemates.
As soon as Draco is out of the large wooden doors, he stalks up to Harry and in one fluid movement he has him against one of the walls, their bodies flushed together and breath mingling in a hot flurry of lips and tongue. All too soon however Draco is moving away, leaving Harry breathless and flushed.
‘Mine, remember that Harry. Mine.’ Just to punctuate his words he leans down, hands purchasing against Harrys thighs and hoisting him up, leaving Harry to squeak and wrap his legs around his waist. He leans in ever so slowly, and with another whisper of ‘Mine.’ against the shell of his ear, he leans down and leaves a purple hickey sticking out against Harry’s adams apple.
Suffice to say, the next day for quidditch practice despite the heat Harry could be found wearing a turtleneck jumper and a blush on his cheeks whenever someone would ask him why he was wearing such a ridiculous piece of clothing when it was mid summer, both Ron and Hermione were curious as to why he would be wearing it too, but just shared a glance and stayed quiet about it.
Only after Gryffindor won the first quidditch tournament of the year did Draco truly get furious about the people surrounding Harry all the time, and even watched with a glower as the girl he dragged Harry away from pulls Harry in and kisses him hard, almost as possessively as Draco gives Harry kisses, and that stirred something in Draco.
Draco waits though, waits until he knows that Gryffindor and more will be watching. He knew that there would be a celebration of Gryffindor winning, so that’s exactly where he heads- straight to the Gryffindor common room, and of course he can get in because he knows it from all those times he and Harry sneaked in and out.
When he enters the common room, the atmosphere is bubbly until everything drops silent as he stalks further in to the room, until he’s stood in front of the fire, facing Harry. In a matter of moments, Harry is being pulled up by the chin and is being kissed, hard.
Laughter and cheers echo around the common room, until the two familiar voices of Ron and Hermione can be heard saying in unison- ‘What the hell?!’