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“This is so fucking dumb.” Draco murmured under his breath as he was pulled a few inches closer by the hand buried in the front of his robes.
“Yep.”
“We are getting ourselves into a whole bunch of trouble.” Draco said, continuing his protests as he allowed Harry to move even closer.
“Probably.”
“Are you even bothered?” Draco asked, as his chest finally pressed fully against Harry’s and Harry’s firm thigh found its way between his own. His mouth hovering only inches away.
“Nope.”
“But we- “
“Malfoy. Shut up.” Harry murmured, any former heat that would be behind his words must have been stored in his cock cause that’s all Draco could feel as he leaned forward and met Harry's lips with his own. It took them both a second to situate themselves. Their noses bumped together awkwardly, and Harry’s neck was tilted at a weird angle, but once they had it figured out it was awesome. Fire bloomed in his lower stomach as Harry’s tongue licked its way into his mouth. Turning their kiss from awkward to downright filthy in a matter of seconds. Draco wouldn’t like to exaggerate his own skills, but he’d kissed his fair share of people, men and women, and he was pretty damn good at it. But Harry had skills. Skills that had Draco gripping his shoulders, stopping himself from collapsing to the floor when his knees failed to support him. One of Harry's arms clamped around his waist like a steel band (obviously sensing his current knee predicament), while his other hand cupped the back of Draco’s neck and tugged lightly at the hair at the base of his skull. His tongue was doing dastardly things and Draco was following his lead, pressing as close as was possible with the layers of clothing still between them. Their bodies moved together. Hips grinding against hips. It was only when he could feel himself climbing towards climax that he put both of his hands against Harry’s chest and pushed away.
“Wha?” Harry breathed out. Dazed from being ripped away from Draco’s soft mouth.
“I’m not cumming in my underwear like some kind of degenerate. Especially not in a dusty broom shed. I do have some class, you know?”
“You have a great fucking mouth, I know that for sure.” Harry replied., but he took Draco’s words to heart and let his arms fall away so the Slytherin could take a step back. Harry was panting slightly, and a sheen of sweat had sprung up across his skin from the heat that had fired up between them. Draco watched him lean back against the closed and locked door of the broom shed. His trousers still tented slightly, and Draco tried not to eye him up, dragging his eyes away every time they drifted down towards Harry’s straining fly. He then swiped the hem of his shirt across his forehead, lifting his shirt a few inches and giving Draco a sneak peek at his stomach. Tanned abs told Draco two things, that Harry regularly had his shirt off outside in the sun, and that he was really, incredibly, fucking fit. He must work out on a regular basis because there was no way abs like that came from Quidditch alone.
“You look sexy like this.” Harry commented. He had been checking Draco out at the same time as Draco had been checking him out. He admired the way Draco’s pale skin was flushed with the glow of desire. His grey irises were almost completely taken over by the black of his pupils and his lips were plump and red, a few shades darker from the pale pink they had been before Harry had captured them under his own.
“I look a mess. I bet my hair is all over the place, you had your hands all over it.” He pulled out his wand and spelled his hair back to its usual coiffed appearance.
“Your hair looks sexy when it’s a bit messy, makes you look approachable.”
“I’m not supposed to look approachable!” Draco balked, “I’m a Malfoy!”
Harry grinned and chuckled as Draco lifted his chin and pretended to look outraged at the insinuation. Last year the move would have made Harry want to hex him, but now, with his pupils blown wide and his lips swollen, Harry just wanted to pull him back into another kiss. His haughty better-than-thou look was actually…cute.
The easy mood between them soon dropped, and they stood in silence. Harry was leaning back against the door, he had his arms crossed, and his head was tilted back far enough to be looking at the ceiling. Draco had taken a seat opposite him on top of a crate of practice Quaffles and had settled with his forearms resting against his knees. The sheen of sweat had disappeared from Harry’s forehead, and the redness of Draco’s lips returned to their usual pale pink as the deep flush from his skin faded.
“What do we do now?” Draco asked some minutes later, as he looked down at the stone flagstones.
“We could go fuck?” Harry quirked a grin at him, showing Draco that he was mostly joking. Although if he had agreed he knew Harry would drag him to a bed as quickly as it took for them to get there.
“I mean it.” Draco said.
“That depends on what you want from this.” Harry shrugged. He sounded casual, but Draco could tell that his shoulders had tensed up, and there was a subtle clench to his jaw that spoke louder than words.
“I think it’s obvious that I want you.” Draco replied, he was avoiding the question, he knew it and Harry knew it. He wasn’t a Gryffindor; he wasn’t about to lay down his thoughts and feelings for Harry to just shoot him down. “What do you want?” Draco asked Harry.
“I want you.” Harry said, Draco expected him to leave it there, but he forgot that there was a reason Harry was a Gryffindor, “I want you now, I want you next week, I want you next month. However long you want me, is how long I want you.” There was no misunderstanding that. And the words hung heavily in the air. Saying something like that in the heat of a passionate moment was one thing, but here, in the silence of the broom shed where the passion between them had dulled to a strange frisson in the air, it seemed almost too raw. Too real. Maybe even too much, for one person to handle.
Or it would have been too much, if Draco hadn't cleared his throat and asked. “What if…” He trailed off, and summoned any and every ounce of Gryffindor courage that might have been buried deep inside, “What if that turns out to be a very long time?” He raised his eyes to meet Harry's.
“I think I’d prefer that.” Draco flushed again at Harry's simple answer and averted his eyes back to the flagstone floor in deep thought.
“The war?”
“I can give you protection, I can help you.” Harry offered. He wanted to touch Draco. Wanted to approach him and run his hand through his perfect hair. Wanted to kiss him and comfort him, tell him that everything would be okay. But Draco had pushed him back once already and Harry really didn’t want to push his luck.
“I need to think... I think.” Draco’s brow wrinkled in thought. Everything inside him was torn between accepting Harry and rejecting him. Harry sensed that the conversation was over and he stood up straight, stretched his arms above his head and motioned towards the door.
“We should go back to the castle anyway. It’ll be dinner soon and I need a shower. The tower is a little further to go than the Dungeons.” Malfoy looked up at him sharply.
“How do you know?”
“Ah, well, we kind of Polyjuiced as Goyle and Crabbe in second year to see if you were the Heir of Slytherin.”
“You WHAT!?” Draco exclaimed, amidst Harry bursting into laughter.
“Yeah, sorry about that. Anyway, dinner?” Harry unlocked the door with a flick of his wand, he ignored Draco’s indignant outrage and laughed off the Slytherin’s spluttering behind him.
He hurried up to Gryffindor tower, using every shortcut he knew so that he could shower quickly and still make it down to the Great Hall without everyone suspecting he was up to something. He hurried through the common room and climbed up to the dormitory, almost running head first into Ron in the open doorway to their shared dorm.
“There you are Harry, Hermione’s been looking for you everywhere. Where have you been?”
“I needed to do a bit of flying, I’ve missed a few practices.”
“Fucking Umbridge.” Harry laughed and nodded in agreement, as he pushed passed him into the dorm room. He pulled off his shirt and threw it over his trunk as he went, “I’m gonna head down to the Great Hall, how long are you gonna be?”
“I need to shower but I won’t be too long, don’t bother waiting for me though. If you see Hermione, will you let her know I’ll be down soon?”
“Sure thing.” Ron left the dormitory and headed down to the common room, leaving Harry alone amongst the red and gold decor. He grabbed everything he would need for a shower and set himself up in the furthest stall from the door.
The water sluiced over his skin and in the silence of the bathroom his thoughts wandered to Malfoy. Ever since first year he had always had at least one eye on him. He used to think about how much of a pretentious twat he was, with his stupid blonde hair that Harry could have sworn was dyed (until he'd seen Lucius Malfoy with the exact same hair colour). Harry used to hate the way he'd receive parcels weekly, always showing off the box full of sweet treats from home. Harry always used to think he was rubbing it in everyone's faces but it really was just the product of a loving Mother. Seamus got parcels almost weekly too, but Harry never hated him for it. And the way he always excelled in Potions, Harry always put that down to favouritism, but after a year of sitting behind him in class Harry had to admit that Draco really did have some skill in the area. The amount of times something had flown into his potion without causing any irreparable damage was testament to how well he could judge a potion. Even if he was using this knowledge for evil rather than good.
All it came down to, was Harry not hating him anymore. How could he? Ever since the start of term Draco had withdrawn into himself. He had begun to create distance between him and the other Slytherins, at least as much as he could without tipping anyone off. Other people might not have noticed but Harry had, after four years of watching him Harry knew that something had happened over the summer. Something to change his mind about how great and wonderful Voldemort was. And seeing him today on the Quidditch pitch, holding the snitch over his head in delight at finally out flying ‘Harry Potter’, Harry had to admit that he had maybe fallen just a little bit in love with him.
A great ear-splitting grin had been plastered across his face. His previously stupid blonde hair was windswept and feathered across his forehead, having broken free from the spelled confines of its usual perfectly manicured appearance. There had been a streak of dirt smudged across his cheek and collected under his fingernails and around his nail beds, he had been chasing the snitch so close to the ground that when the snitch darted out of his reach at the last second he caught nothing more than a handful of mud. Luckily he was more successful the second time round, his fingers had closed over the snitch in a vice like grip and in that moment Harry had seen the human side to Draco Malfoy. And he was the most beautiful person Harry had ever looked at. So he had called over to Draco to release the snitch, and bet him that he couldn't catch it again.
Harry only realised how long he had been in the shower when he noticed how pruned his fingers had become. He had to jump out and quickly throw some clothes on before running down to the great hall, with his hair still dripping wet and stuck flat to his head from the weight of the water. He flopped down at the Gryffindor table, sitting down on the bench next to Ron who was already finishing up his dessert.
"You jerk off or something mate? That was the longest shower you've ever had." Harry laughed and punched him in the arm before grabbing himself a helping of everything nearby.
"Nah, just lost track of time."
"Yeah, okay, let's pretend I believe that."
Harry just laughed again and started to dig in. After a few mouthfuls he looked up and caught the pale grey eyes he had been staring into earlier. Draco was watching him. And suddenly Harry was hyper aware of his still wet hair casually dripping down the back of his neck, and aware that he'd grabbed a shirt that was slightly too tight, so much so that it stretched across his shoulders and arms as he moved. His sudden growth spurt over the summer had made some of his shirts a little too close fitting, Sirius had replaced most of them but he had kept hold one or two of his favourites. Harry blushed at the scrutiny, but sent a quick small smile towards Draco before turning back to Ron.
"Where's Hermione?"
"She finished ages ago, she's still looking for you though. I think she's researching something for us to practice." Ron put down his spoon after finishing his dessert and watched Harry eating, waiting for him to finish.
"Go back up to Gryffindor if you want. Don't need to wait for me."
"Yeah, okay, might go drag Hermione out of the library too. That girl needs some serious downtime."
"See you later." Harry said as Ron stood and walked away.
He turned back to Draco, who was rising to his feet along with a few other Slytherins, Crabbe and Goyle being two of them. He turned to look at Harry briefly before exiting the hall with his peers. Harry allowed himself a private silly smile and scarfed the rest of his dinner before the plates cleared.