“Those three curses are known as the Unforgivable Curses. The use of any
one of them on a fellow human being is enough to earn a life
sentence in Azkaban. That’s what you’re up against. That’s what
I’ve got to teach you to fight. You need preparing. You need arming.
But most of all, you need to practice constant, never-ceasing
y’all out here talking about us slytherins as sneaky and cunning and our ambition means we’ll go high places and do renowned things and we’re snakes and we’ll never stop and yeah that’s true but also like what the fuck y’all on about?
sometimes determination is stuffing fifty two sweets in our mouth for a silly dare and ambition is trying to get higher grades than another guy out of pure fucking spite like not all we do is for some higher purpose lmao
Outside, people talked. Whispered. They all knew someone was there.
There, with Harry Potter.
Draco wished they knew it was him. How he’d made Harry shiver beneath him, how Harry had pressed him against the mattress. He wanted all of them to hear his name coming out in between gasps for air from their saviors’ mouth. And the way Harry’s name became his prayer the night before.
Draco wanted Harry’s kisses tattooed on his skin and the bruises to burn everyone elses. A throbbing reminder of how he’d felt when Harry pushed in.
But at the same time, Draco didn’t want anyone to know. That Harry had a sweet spot in his inner thighs and when Draco kissed him there the boy melted. That Harry didn’t know how to go slow and Draco had to pin his arms down and take control just so Harry could breath in relief. Or that Harry kissed so deeply, gave himself away so fully that Draco feared someone else would take him away from him.
Jealousy coiled in Draco’s stomach just from the thought of someone else seeing Harry right that moment, on top of him, sleeping peacefully and completely vulnerable.
When Harry’s lips touched his chest some time later, a sleepy smile forming on his lips, Draco wasn’t ready to meet those eyes yet.
It was out of his control. He had to reach out and cup Harry’s face like that, bring their lips together slowly, kiss him like nothing else mattered.
‘Morning’ his voice came out weakly once they parted. They stayed there, close enough for Harry to give Draco small kisses one after the other without even having to lean closer. The whispers filling the room were more intense now, right behind Harry’s thick bed curtains.
Guessing the Muffliato they’d cast the night before had probably worned out, Draco eyed Harry hoping the other would understand the question in his eyes. Harry smiled again and whispered in Draco’s right ear, so quietly he knew no one else would be able to hear his words but him.
'We don’t owe them anything’
It hit Draco what it meant for them. What it meant for Harry Potter to love Draco Malfoy and choose not to care if the world approved it or not. Harry gave him that wide, infuriating smile that could brighten the whole room before straddling Draco’s hips. The Gryffindor flame was there before he could process what he was doing.
“Hey we got a branding deal with Blizzard but I don’t have any ideas of what to do with them what should I do?”
“Just slap a tiny PNG of Reinhardt in the center.”
“Wouldn’t that be seen as a little obscure and lazy surely I could…”
“Slap. Reinhardt. Now.”