happy late birthday omg

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{ 02.10 } 松浦 果南  彡☆

Happy Birthday Kanan! (*˘︶˘*).。.:*♡

HAPPY REALLY LATE BIRTHDAY, ZARA!
yes this is really late omg sorry me and Ilse wanted this to be perfect and ready for you on your birthday but life is really shitty you know? Anyways, sorry but we both hope you enjoy this! (I drew the fanart and Ilse wrote the fanfic to go with it) foolforfelton drucuh-melfoi


“Malfoy, no. I can’t do dirty talking!”

“I know talking is hard for you but come one, if you try.”

“No I won’t do it. This is just- no.”

“Are you scared?”

“You wish!”

“Then why not?”

“Because I can’t!”


“Yes you can!”

“You know what? I’ll show you. Just you wait.”

“Are you flying way? Harry? Where are you going? We’re in the middle of a quidditch game here! You can’t just- IS THAT THE SNITCH?! SWEET BABY MERLIN STAY AWAY FROM IT!”

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“What do you call a Gryffindor with one brain cell?”

Harry sighted while Draco sat down next to him in charms class.

“Stop the Gryffindor jokes. It’s your problem you lost the quidditch match this weekend. You should’ve paid attention to the game.”

“Well excuse me for trying to have a conversation,” Draco huffed.

“You were- Draco- no.” Harry was lost for words.

“I was trying to take our relationship to a next level.”

“Dirty talk is not a next level,” Harry whispered back at Draco.

The class had started in the time Harry and Draco were talking and professor Flitwick was asking for silence.

Draco continued talking to Harry. “I think we should try it. What could go wrong?”

“We can’t even have a normal conversation. Like right now,” Harry shot back.

“Oh come on. You can’t compare it to chit chatting.”

Harry thought for a moment, a smile slowly appearing on his face. “You know what, maybe you’re right.”

Draco raised one eyebrow. “I am? Why are you smiling?”

Harry bent towards Draco so his mouth was next to Draco’s ear. “Does this arouse you?” He whispered.

“Potter, not in class.”

“Draco, I want you to ride me like a young baby elephant right out of the womb.” Harry was silent for a few seconds when he couldn’t contain his laughter and snorted wile Draco cringed.

Draco had shut his eyes once done cringing from Harry’s statement and was now rubbing circles over his temples with his index fingers. “You’ll be my end,” he said in the most dramatic way he could. “You’ll finish the Malfoy name and destroy one of the most valued wizard families of Britain.”

The two had been too caught up in their conversation to notice the class falling silent.

“Is there something you’d like to share with us, Mr Potter? Mr Malfoy?” The tiny man said in his high pitched voice.

“No professor,” Draco answered before Harry could. “Harry was just telling me how much he likes baby elephants,” he finished with a fake smile.

Professor Flitwick obviously didn’t know how to respond. “Well, eh, potter, do that in your spare time, please.”

“Yes, sir,” Harry said to his professor.

“Now let’s continue the lesson shall we?” Flitwick rubbed his tiny hands.

Draco bend towards Harry again and whispered: “a Gryffindor with one brain cell is called gifted in case you were wondering.”

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Harry knew that once an idea had found its way into Draco head it would nestle there and not leave until the idea had been acted upon. That’s why Harry made sure to have to most cringe worthy dirty lines, that weren’t that dirty because he’s Harry Potter, prepared at all times.

Whenever Draco would bring up the subject Harry would tell him how much he’d like to suck on his elbow or just the idea of Draco number painting (“what in Merlin’s name is number painting?”) was driving him mad.

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It was Saturday evening and Draco and Harry’s usual group of friends had gotten together and were now occupying the best chairs in the Slytherin common room.

Ron had brought his chessboard and was trying to play a game with Harry. Whenever Harry and Ron were trying to play a game of chess Draco would swoop in at one point and start giving Harry suggestions on his next move which most of the time led to Ron telling Draco to ‘do it yourself if you’re so good then’.

Pansy was showing Hermione her nail polish that changed colour every hour. She had convinced Hermione her nails deserved more than biting.

Dean, Seamus and Theodore Nott were passing a bottle of fire whiskey between the three of them.

And Neville and Goyle spent their evenings talking about Herbiology and Neville’s latest plant interests. Although it was Neville that did the talking while Goyle ate his way through the snacks and nodded at the right moments. A talent he had probably picked up while listening to Draco’s endless Potter-Rants.

Blaise Zabini could come back from his headboy duties any moment. It was an unspoken agreement the party didn’t start without Blaise being there.

A few minutes before ten, he entered the Slytherin common room and everyone left their places to sit in a semi-circle beside the fire. Seamus had pulled out a party and the weekly story passing started. The getting together wasn’t much but the idea of having friends and being a group was what kept each and every one of them going.

Everyone was having a great time. Their faces were red from laughing and maybe from drinking a little too much alcohol.

Harry looked to his right at smiled at Draco, a soft pink blush on his cheeks. He had tears from laughing in the corners of his eyes. Ron had told everyone Draco had dared Harry to a duel in their first year.

Harry reached for Draco’s hand and intertwined their fingers. Draco looked over at Harry and for a moment it was just the two of them. The chatter around them soften and all Harry could hear was his own heart beat. Draco eyes were a pool of silver and all he wished to do was to drown in them. He assumed Draco thought the same because his eyes started to dilate and — ever so slowly — their faces inched close and closer. Right before they were only inches apart from their lips, Harry got hit with a cashew on his forehead.

Harry’s head shot to the left where he saw Ron sitting with a hand full of nuts, an eyebrow arched up, and a playful grin on his face. “Harry, we asked you what happened after the supposed-to-be-duel. Stop gazing into each other’s eyes, will you?” Ron huffed.

Harry managed to smile back, though the stinging on his head made it hard for him. “Calm down with the nuts. Draco is the one that likes them in his face, not me.” Harry said, rubbing his forehead, and earning a punch on his arm from Draco and some laughs from the others.

Harry knew Ron, Hermione or Neville could just as well tell the story of Fluffy but they let him do it. He didn’t talk a lot when they were in a group and he didn’t necessarily want to but his friends didn’t want him to feel left out and he felt grateful for it.

He told his friends about the dog. He didn’t tell whose it had been for legal issues, and luckily no one asked. The evening came to an end when Harry finished with Snape’s riddle, the group started and yawning and from there everyone said their goodnight and left to bed. From behind him he heard Pansy telling Blaise they had made a bet about what happened to Harry in their first year and that she had won so he still owed her two galleons after seven years.

Harry and Draco were the only two that stayed in their seats. Ron had learned long ago he didn’t have to wait up for Harry if he was in Draco’s company.

Draco wrapped his arm around Harry and kissed his cheek. “What about we head to my room?” he whispered into Harrys ear.

“Or we hit the Room of Requirement first?” Harry smirked, sliding his hand in the inside of Draco’s thigh. Draco practically purred when he responded: “If that’s what you want.”

Draco and Harry held hands while running through the empty hallways of Hogwarts that led them to the Room of Requirement. The thrill of what they were going to do was exhilarating.

With Harry’s cloak draped over both of them, they arrived only ten minutes later in front of the wall that would lead them to the room. They stood still, Harry pulled the cloak off of both and them and looked at Draco. “I know I don’t say this a lot, but I’m the luckiest guy in the entire wizarding world for having you as mine and I love you.” Harry didn’t dare to look Draco in the eyes when he told him he loved him. He didn’t do it a lot, and most of the time Draco brushed it off and changed the subject. It hurt but it didn’t stop Harry from feeling the way he did.

This time Harry didn’t have to get hurt, he didn’t need to fear rejection. Draco’s fingertips pushed his head up, forcing Harry to look him in the eye. Slowly he came closer, making Harry want to move forward and connect their lips. Finally Draco closed the gap and pressed his lips against Harry’s, making Harry’s heart pump faster.

After a moment, maybe even two, Harry pulled back. Draco looked him lovingly in the eyes. “You’re deciding tonight,” he told Harry.

Harry thought for a moment and settled on a room he was sure Draco would like before he started passing.

After walking past the wall three times, a huge wooden door appeared, forming an entrance for Draco and Harry.

Draco stepped forward to open the door and let Harry enter first. Once inside, they both stopped walking abruptly.

The room was exactly what Harry had asked except for one tiny little detail, everything was pink.

“Harry, what did you do?” Of course Draco thought Harry had made the room pink because he was the one that had been walking.

“I didn’t do this,” Harry told Draco.

“Then how did this happen?”

“I have honestly no idea. Does it matter?”

As a response Draco turned around and put his hand on Harry’s waist, pulling him closer.

“I was just worried your mind went pink, that’s all.”

Harry snorted. “Yeah, sure.”

“Shut up will you?” Draco whispered before kissing Harry.

The sheer pressure of Draco’s lips against his made Harry’s mind so clear. He felt everywhere Draco touched him, his fingers gripping his waist.

Harry reached up to cup Draco’s cheek, slowly moving his lips against Draco’s.

Draco slid his hands down to Harry’s hips and started playing with them hem of his shirt. The only thing Harry wanted at that moment was for Draco to lift his shirt off him.

Draco didn’t and continued playing with Harry, slowly kissing him.

Draco finally slipped one hand under Harry’s shirt and Harry was hyper aware of Draco’s fingertips sliding over the side of his body.

Slowly Draco removed Harry’s shirt, taking his glasses off first. With Draco’s hands now in his hair, Harry reached for Draco’s pants and undid the button, slowly sliding down his zipper.

Draco’s kisses began to get sloppy due to his arousal.

The king sized bed in the corner practically screamed for Harry to push Draco onto it. And so he did. Slowly, he removed his hands from Draco’s hips and started pushing Draco towards the bed.

He could feel Draco smiling against his lips. Harry knew he loved this.

Harry removed the smile from Draco’s face by pushing his legs against the bed and making him fall backwards, landing on the soft covers.

Come on, Potter. What are you going to do to me?“ Draco teased with a shit eating grin on his face while Harry climbed on top of him.

"Well if you’re asking. I’m going to spread myself over you like peanut butter jelly.” Harry kissed Draco’s neck.

Draco groaned in annoyance. “Come on, Harry.”

“Don’t you get it that even when you ask for it I won’t give it to you, simply because I said no.” Harry hovered a few inches above Draco.

Draco sighed. “Yes, I get it. I just wanted to try this. But I guess you are more important to me than some sexual experiment.”

“Good,” Harry answered before leaning onto Draco and kissing him once again.

Harry felt himself getting more aroused every second he spent kissing Draco.

He could feel Draco was too by the way he gripped Harry tightly and had unconsciously started moving his hips.

Harry, ignoring the cramp in his arms, slid his hand down under Draco’s shirt and lifted it so he could touch his entire torso. Harry slowly kissed his way to one of Draco’s nipples, making Draco’s muscles flex in pleasure.

Harry trailed kisses upwards to Draco’s neck after a while, knowing how much Draco liked to be kissed there. He understood why Draco did. The burning sensation whenever Draco kissed him there, such a sensitive and weak spot of the erogenous human body. Draco moaned out openly as he felt Harry’s teeth scrape the skin of his Draco’s neck, bucking wildly as he did.

“Harry…” Draco begged.

Harry grinned wickedly. He loved this feeling, having the upper hand in bed. He snaked his other hand to his trousers and scrabbled and pushed until his jeans were halfway down his legs and the boxer-briefs at least out of the way. Harry grinned when his fingers found the other’s cock, slick with precum. It was slender, warm. Draco’s hands were restless, squeezing, pulling. He’d grabbed Harry’s arse a moment ago, hooking Harry’s leg over his waist as he rocked against Harry’s erection, dampening his trousers in the process and suddenly it wasn’t enough. There was too much—he wasn’t close enough even with Draco wrapped around him like Devil’s Snare. He just… really wanted to be naked.

“Get these off.” Draco said, as if Harry been thinking out loud.

“Yes,” Harry gasped, hand sadly leaving draco’s prick in favor of shucking his trousers. Harry tugged them quickly and yelped as a warm mouth closed over his neglected cock. “Oh, god,” he hissed again.

Draco moaned, trying to swallow as much of him as possible before he gagged a little with eagerness. Harry shushed him, a hand pulling and stroking his blonde hair. Draco backed off and coughed before returning to suck and lap at the crown of Harry’s cock.

“Draco…” He gasped, tugging him up to kiss him one last time, before kneeling in between Draco’s legs, his face riveted by the sight of himself about to enter Draco’s body.

“You’re so perfect…” he pushes forward gently, sounding a little breathless, and moans openly when he pushes himself all the way inside Draco. He grabbed his face and pressed their lips together. Draco eagerly opens his mouth, arms cradling Harry’s back as he plundered his mouth. He began to thrust shallowly, hips rolling as much as they could without leverage. Harry moved in Draco’s embrace, moaning into his mouth when his cock hit Draco’s prostate.

“Fuck!” Their thrust started moving faster every passing second. Moans escaping each other’s mouths

“Merlin, so hot, so tight, so fucking good… I want – yes—” Harry’s speech disintegrates into senseless sounds, and then, “Draco…” Harry sounds wrecked as tremors run through his body, his cock pulsing inside Draco as he comes in an almighty rush. He lets his head fall onto Draco’s shoulder and lies there, half-clinging, half-trembling, his face pressed into Draco’s perspiring skin.

“I love you, too.” Draco whispers into Harry’s ear after a while. Harry looks up, meeting beautiful pools of grey. He presses one last kiss into those sweet pink lips and lies back down next to Draco with a loving smile on his face.

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HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY @rakkuguy @rakkuman !!!!!
Omg I’m really late but now that I got my new pens I wanted to whip this up in honor of our favorite part-time dork full-time amazing artist~ holy crap I look up to you dude, stay awesome @ w @

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