“Um, Malfoy,” Harry muttered. “What are you doing?” Baffled, he looked at the Slytherin, who didn’t seem to be concerned at all.
“I’m resting. I’m so tired,” Malfoy mumbled, eyelids fluttering shut. He did sound pretty sleepy. Harry blinked as Malfoy’s lips stretched into a soft, contented smile.
“Okay,” Harry said slowly. “But why are you resting on my lap?”
“Why not?” Malfoy replied. “Seems like a good place to me.”
Harry stiffened as Malfoy turned his head and snuggled into him. What was he playing at?
“Oi, Harry!” Harry looked up. Seamus had just entered the eighth year common room and was grinning at him. “Don’t you two look cosy,” he said with a wink. Harry blushed and tried to move his legs but Malfoy was just too heavy.
“I have no idea what’s going on,” Harry murmured. What had gotten into Malfoy?
“And then we have to get started on Transfiguration but first we have to- Oh!” Hermione stopped dead behind Seamus. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight before her, her studying schedule obviously forgotten. If only momentarily. Ron, who had seemed rather displeased with his girlfriend’s evening plans a second ago, suddenly had a weird glint in his eyes.
Harry watched his friends and was shocked when Hermione clutched her chest and put her other hand on Ron’s arm. He smiled at her and nodded.
“I thought something like this might happen,” he snickered.
“What?” Harry spluttered. When Pansy came into sight, a knowing grin on her face, Harry felt like they were all in on a joke he didn’t get. “Can somebody please tell me what is going on?”
“Shhhhh,” came from Harry’s lap. “Trying to sleep here, remember?”
Harry eyed Malfoy suspiciously. He had to admit, he might have reacted a little differently if they had been alone. It was a bit sudden, but he wasn’t all that opposed to Malfoy lying on his lap.
Harry’s eyes darted to his friends again when Hermione leaned over to Pansy and whispered something to her. Looking exasperated, Pansy nodded. Harry still wasn’t used to the fact that they were all getting along so well now. Pansy could be fun but, still, Harry was a bit wary around her.
He kept his eyes on her as Hermione strode over to him.
“Don’t be mad,” she told him. Harry frowned.
“What did you do?”
“Well…” She looked at him sheepishly. “It’s more what I didn’t do.”
Harry looked at her, puzzled. She leaned closer to him and dropped her voice to a whisper.
“I didn’t stop Pansy, when she stole something from Slughorn’s personal stores and put it into Malfoy’s tea this morning.”
Harry’s frown deepened.
“What did she put in his tea?”
Hermione bit her lip and put a hand on his shoulder.
“We just felt like he deserved a good day for once. He’s been through so much.” She gazed at Malfoy thoughtfully. “That’s not to say you haven’t been having a hard time, either,” she added hastily. “But Pansy thought you might… benefit from it as well. Seems like she was right.”
Harry looked between Malfoy and Hermione, not understanding what she was telling him. It must have shown on his face. Hermione sighed and shook her head.
“Felix Felicis, that’s what Pansy put in his drink.”
Harry’s mouth dropped open.
“That’s why he’s being so weird?”
“You were weird, too, when you took it in sixth year,” Hermione reminded him.
Yeah, Harry mused, it had been a strange experience. He had felt so happy and cheerful, like nothing could go wrong. And, somehow, he had known exactly what he had to do to get… to get what he wanted.
Harry’s eyes darted back to Malfoy, who was still smiling contentedly with his eyes closed. Harry wondered what would have happened if his friends had given him the potion, instead of Malfoy. He doubted things would have been this forward but, maybe, it would have had a similar outcome.
Ignoring the fact that everyone in the room was watching him, he slowly raised his hand and ran his fingers through Malfoy’s hair. The Slytherin let out a long sigh that made the corners of Harry’s mouth twitch.
As he sat there, stroking Malfoy’s hair and marvelling at the fluttery feeling in his stomach, Harry thought it was lucky he and Malfoy apparently wanted the same thing.
Request: “Can you write me a smutty story where Drarry is sleeping and they’re spooning and Harry ‘slips it in’ and then Draco wakes up and is confused and ahhh. Also could you tag @introvertedannika in it? She’s my best friend and it’ll confuse the FUCK out of her!”
The sun was shining through the window, only slightly covered by the white, long curtains that gave the room even more light.
Right next to it was a king sized bed, white sheets all over two naked, sleeping boys that go by the name of Harry and Draco.
The whole atmosphere reminded of one of those bed sheet commercials.
Harry groaned as he opened his eyes, overwhelmed by the brightness of the sun.
His arm was wrapped around his boyfriend, his chest pressing against his back as the brown haired boy placed soft kisses on the others shoulder blades, slowly raising up to his neck.
A little smile spread across his face as he buried his nose in the blonde hair that he usually loved to run his fingers through.
Memories of last night rushed through his head and his teeth soon find his bottom lip as he remembered all of it clearly.
The two of them have been together for quite a while now, but he still wasn’t used to the way Draco touched him, looked at him, wanted him.
It drove him crazy.
It drove him crazy how Draco got under his skin, how his low moans could make Harry orgasm just like that.
It drove him crazy when they were in public and Draco flirted with him because he knew exactly what to do to get into Harry’s pants.
It drove him crazy that he loved this man and, thank merlin, that man loved him back.
Back in Hogwarts there was a lot of angry wanking in the dorm when everyone was sleeping, a lot of things in his head when he observed Malfoy’s body in potions.
He could write books.
But never has he thought he would end up loving this Slytherin with all of his heart.
It all started when they returned back to Hogwarts for a 8th year.
Obviously everything has changed, McGonagall was the new headmistress of the school and a lot of new teachers were needed.
Instead of the old bathroom where once the entrance to the chamber of secrets was placed, they put a really big memorial thing there, where all the students and teachers were named, that lost their lives during the war.
Even Hedwig was on there.
A new thing was that there were no separate common rooms anymore.
All of the four houses shared one big room, which was good because everyone, especially the Slytherins, needed that kind of support at that time.
However, there were now dorm rooms for two people.
And guess who got paired together, hahaha.
Draco 2cool4you Malfoy and Harry Icantdie Potter.
They had all kind of fights, really, it was awful, but one day Harry brought some lunch to the room for Draco because he missed it due to his homework, and Draco made Harry’s bed the next day because the Gryffindor was in a rush.
And then Harry folded Draco’s clothes, who then decided to tell goodnight stories to the other male to fall asleep.
And then one day Harry crawled into Draco’s bed because he couldn’t stop crying after a nightmare, which was of losing Draco but he never told him, and Draco just held him through the night.
And, to top it all off, Draco once left the bathroom door open while he was showering, and Harry peeked through and got really horny, so he waited for the blonde to leave to get rid of his little problem down there, but Draco forgot something and boom.
Harry surely never thought a blowjob could feel this good.
Said boy was brought back to reality when he felt something under the blanket hardening.
“Fuck, not now.”, he whispered to himself but that surely didn’t do anything.
And the fact that Draco’s bare ass was pressing against his growing erection surely wasn’t helping.
With his cheeks covered in crimson red, his hand found its way down and he hesitated for a moment before he wrapped it around his erection and began to move his hand in slow motions.
His free hand didn’t take long to grab Draco’s ass firmly, to which the blonde responded with a low growl.
Harry’s hand stopped and took place on his boyfriend as well, where he slowly rubbed a finger along his entrance.
“Fuck, you’re still so ready from last night.”
Harry would lie if he said that this didn’t turn him on to the core, and when he thrust in two fingers at once, he almost moaned against Draco’s neck.
His erection was twitching and he quickly pulled out his fingers in order to place his pulsing erection where his fingers had been.
His teeth slightly sunk into Draco’s skin as he was fully surrounded by his heat, not able to stop himself from groaning deeply.
After the first few thrust, Draco’s moans became louder and he suddenly opened his eyes, a shocked gasp leaving his throat.
Now it was his turn to blush and Draco tried to hide his face, but Harry grabbed his arm and thrust harder.
“P-Potter!! You fucki-oh-you fucking perv!!”
Harry just grinned and bit the skin of his neck again, sucking and licking it in ways that would definitely leave marks as he listened to Draco’s desperate moans.
When he, however, suddenly stopped, Draco gave him an disapproving groan.
The brown haired man didn’t let that irritate him tho, and he pulled out, just to lay on his back.
“I want you to ride me.”
Harry knew it was Draco’s favorite position (he would never admit that tho) and he never lasted long that way.
Without further hesitation Draco placed himself on Harrys lap, slowly sinking down on his throbbing dick.
Broken moans filled the room, filled Harrys head, and he grabbed Draco’s hips to support his movements, watching him with a dark expression.
Soon enough the skin on skin noises became louder, both of them were now a moaning mess, and when Harry moved his hand up and down Draco’s shaft, he spilled all over Harry’s stomach with his name on his lips.
Harry also couldn’t hold on any longer, and with a few lazy thrusts he came inside his already collapsed boyfriend.
Both of them were breathing hard, just enjoying the intensity of this short moment.
Harry wrapped one arm around Draco, who had his face against Harry’s chest now, and used the other one as an extra pillow.
“What a way to wake up.”
Draco chuckled and Harry smiled.
“Stop smiling like an idiot, Potter.”
“Stop calling me Potter.”
“Become a Malfoy then.”
For a brief second Harry’s heart dropped and he almost screamed like an excited teenager.
“Marry me.”, Draco whispered tiredly.
“Once you’ll wake up again.”
Draco’s eyes slowly closed, and as Harry kissed his forehead and told him that he loved him, there was even a faint smile on his lips.