was still pretty weird to admit. He didn’t know if he’d ever
really get used to the fact that he and the boy he had hated so much
had ended up here.
being inside a small broom cupboard on the third floor. Malfoy’s
arms loosely draped
around his waist. Harry resting against him and gripping the sides of
shirt while resting his forehead on the
other boy’s shoulder. Both
boys trying to even out their breathing after a heated snog session.
liked this. And he was pretty sure Malfoy liked it too. He certainly
hadn’t complained when Harry had stuck his tongue down his throat.
Or when they had ground their hips together until each reaching their
lifted his head a fraction of an inch to stare at the small, dark red
marks that were dotted up and down Malfoy’s neck. He was
embarrassed that he had lost control like that. Again. He really
hadn’t meant for this to happen.
had meant for them to
talk. To discuss this thing between them. But as soon as he had
closed the cupboard door Malfoy had pulled him close and ghosted a
kiss across his lips and Harry had just… melted.
it just kept happening like that. Harry would decide that it was
finally time to talk. To
figure out what this attraction between them actually meant. But just
when he would get him alone, Malfoy would become surprisingly gentle
and intimate with him.
time Malfoy had stroked his cheek slowly with the back of his hand
before kissing him tenderly. Another time he had grabbed his hand and
kissed each finger softly before lightly sucking on one. One time he
had simply just held him as he breathed in the scent of Harry’s
threw Harry off every time and drove him completely mad. It made his
breath catch in his throat and his cock thicken in his pants. It was
incredibly arousing and yet, just sosweet. And
maybe it was just the fact that it was Malfoy that made him
like it so damn much.
finally separated from the other boy, grimacing at the cool, wet
stickiness he felt in his trousers. Malfoy let his hands slip from
Harry’s waist and pulled out his wand to cast a cleaning charm on
them both. He pressed one final chaste kiss to Harry’s lips before
pulling away and making to open the cupboard door.
stopped without turning around.
grabbed his hand and pulled him back so they were facing each other
need to talk,” Harry said, still firmly holding Malfoy’s hand.
Malfoy sighed again and quirked one eyebrow, looking positively
This… What is this?” Harry said quietly. He was serious this
time. He wasn’t going to let Malfoy get away again without a solid
just stared at him. But Harry thought he could just see one side of
his mouth curl upward as if a smile were threatening to escape.
going to be late for Charms,” he said calmly before giving Harry’s
hand a light squeeze and then trying to pull away again. Harry only
held on tighter.
looked down at their joined hands and seemed to think for a few
seconds before intertwining their fingers and doing the same thing
with their other hands too.
do you want this to be, Potter?” he asked seriously.
opened his mouth to say something and then paused, closing it again.
He didn’t know what he wanted. Because despite wanting to
talk to Malfoy about the why of it all, he honestly hadn’t
thought that far.
don’t know,” he said. He took a deep breath. “I just know…
that I like this.”
Malfoy hummed. He leaned forward until their foreheads were touching.
Harry watched as his cool, grey eyes looked up at him from under his
eyelashes. He whispered, “I like it, too,” and kissed him again,
soft and slow.
felt himself melting into the kiss and beginning to forget everything
he had been so determined to talk about. It didn’t feel important
just as things were starting to pick up speed, Malfoy pulled away
abruptly, opening the cupboard door and slipping out before Harry
could stop him, and said over his shoulder, “We really need to get
stood there frozen for a few seconds as he watched Malfoy walk away.
No, he thought. It’s now or never.
shook himself and started running until he caught up to the blonde.
He was just about to grab his arm when Malfoy whipped around as quick
as lightning and pushed the center of Harry’s chest with one hand
until he was pressed flush up against the wall. Harry opened his
mouth in protest, but Malfoy covered it with his other hand,
Potter,” he said angrily. “We’re not discussing this anymore.
You said yourself you don’t know what you want, and I’m not going
to figure it out for you. Whatever you want, whatever you want this
to be—want us to be, it doesn’t matter. Not to me, anyway.
I’m here, Potter. And I’m all in. I’ve been all in with you
since the day we met. And I was all in when you hated me. I was all
in when you wanted to fight. I was all in when you kissed me a month
ago. And I will be all in if you decide you want more than this. I’m
here, Potter. In whatever way you want me, I’m here.”
stood there in shock, eyes wide open. Malfoy’s cheeks were flushed
pink from either anger or embarrassment, Harry didn’t know which.
They stared at each other intensely for a few moments before Harry
felt Malfoy’s hands slide away from him, releasing him from his
seemed to shake himself slightly before saying, “Now, some of us
actually need to do well in their N.E.W.T.’s. So, I’ll see you in
Charms.” He turned and walked away and Harry finally let him go,
slumping against the wall again, thinking hard.
mind was reeling from what Malfoy had said. He couldn’t have asked
for more honesty, even if he had given Malfoy some Veritaserum. He
still didn’t know what he wanted, or where he wanted this…
relationship to go. But what Malfoy had given him during his little
speech was… time to figure it all out. With no pressure.
Harry liked Malfoy. That much he knew.
for now, that was enough. He knew Malfoy would be there when he
figured it all out.
The Hogwarts Houses According to What I've Seen from Myself and My Friends
- epic bitch face
- they don’t cry often (try ever)
- great at lying but it’s (usually) for the right reasons
- feels everything or nothing
- everything exists in a moral grey area to them
- will do anything to accomplish their goals (even if that goal is simply to make someone smile or win an argument)
- SALTY AF
- corruption is their main prerogative
- best alcohol tolerance
- has literally never once been lonely
- will fight anyone who looks at gryffindor wrong
- very ticklish
- they take impulsivity to new levels
- happy when other people are happy
- have been known to cry when thinking about dogs
- just slightly more competitive than slytherin
- will do absolutely anything on a dare
- best people to talk to at 3am
- always (literally always) looking flawless
- 100% likely to be as bitter as the coffee they drink
- no. 1 go to if you want a new book to read
- they have mastered the ‘disapproving eyebrow’ game
- mom friend™
- voice of reason
- very supportive
- nothing scares them like being considered stupid
- makes plans
- will make your phone calls for you
- highly irritated by Slytherin and Hufflepuff arguing for the 17th time that day
- smart enough to procrastinate
- would definitely read you a bedtime story if you asked
- likes to make an effort
- puff puff love that wacky baccy
- they love cuddles
- value their alone time almost much as they hate being alone
- always have food to share (sometimes unwillingly)
- adamant that slytherin is wrong
- they are pure and smol
- blushes a lot
- did I mention PURE
- everyone else wants to protect them
- great laugh
- loves sweets
- gets drunk from just the smell of alcohol
A Ravenclaw pumped up on six cups of highly sugared coffee, a five hour energy, and three packs of skittles:
listen man I can tell you 43 different types of birds and every feasible fact about the book I'm reading but if I have to name one more goddamn constellation I'm shoving this star chart up Galileo's ass