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“Are you really gonna stare at that map all night again?” Ron suddenly voiced from next to Harry, pulling him out of his own thoughts.

Harry was laying in bed watching the Marauders Map; something he found himself doing far more often than was healthy at this point.

He knew that Malfoy was doing something, whether Hermione and Ron believed him or not. Harry knew what he’d heard in that compartment and he was almost completely sure that he was visiting the Room of Requirement almost nightly after hours.

“He’s doing something.” Harry insisted for probably the millionth time, making Ron roll his eyes at him.

“So he’s doing something. So what? Has he ever not been doing something the whole time we’ve known him?” Ron sounded tired of hearing about the same thing over and over.

“This is different, Ron. He’s sneaking out after hours every night.”

“You used to sneak around the corridors every night, Harry. It doesn’t mean he’s a Death Eater. He’s barely an adult for God’s sake!”

“He’s going in the Room of Requirement! Every night! He’s doing something, I know it!” Harry thrust the map in Ron’s direction, emphasising Malfoy’s little black dot that was moving through the corridors.

Ron rolled his eyes at him as if he was out of his mind, though there was a hint of pity behind his eyes that Harry didn’t like.

“We used to go into the room of requirement every week! Maybe he just wants some privacy.” Ron argued again, getting into bed dismissively.

Harry stared down at the map again, Malfoy’s little character moving through the corridors and his eyes moving with it.

There was no way he was just innocently using the Room, not after what Harry had heard him saying to Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini in that train compartment.

It had been months since then, and Malfoy’s behaviour had become increasingly suspicious with each passing day. Harry should know, he spent a majority of his time watching him, finding out what he was doing. Though he hadn’t really found out anything other than that he was doing something.

He watched as the black moving dot passed through the corridor that would lead to their common room, but he turned the other way.

“I’m going to find out what he’s doing. You both think i’m crazy but i’m telling you, I’ll prove he’s a fucking Death Eater.” Harry muttered as he got out of bed, Ron looking at him as if he’d completely lost it.

“You can’t be serious! What are you gonna do if you get caught? If you’re right about him, don’t you think he’d love the chance to be one on one with you? ‘Specially after you landed his old man in Azkaban.” Ron argued with him, but made no move to physically stop him.

He probably knew it was useless; once Harry got an idea in his head it was pretty hard to stop him from acting on it.

“I’ll be careful.” He almost mumbled dismissively, digging through his bedside cabinet for his invisibility cloak and not even looking back at Ron before he silently crept down the stairs to the Gryffindor common room.

Thankfully, no one was down there that he’d have to sneak past or explain himself to. He looked down at the Map in his hands; Malfoy was still moving about in this floor. He should catch up with him quickly before his character disappeared altogether.

His footsteps sounded silently through the Common room as he crossed it, ducking out through the hole in the wall and coming to a halt once the painting had swung open.

As soon as he stepped into the corridor he threw the cloak over his shoulders, concealing himself from anyone else who might be wandering the halls this late.

He followed the map, his feet rushed but silent as he attempted to catch up with Malfoy, who was now ascending the staircase on the far end of this floor.

When he got closer, he put the map away, hiding himself completely as he listened intently for Malfoy’s footsteps.

He peered round the corner, watching as the tall blonde crept silently up the stairs. Harry started after him, ensuring not to even breathe too loudly.

He’d managed to follow him only a few steps behind without alerting him to his presence, pausing whenever he paused and ensuring to match his own footsteps with Malfoy’s.

He came to a stop when Malfoy did, watching as he turned towards him.

For a second, he thought that maybe he’d deduced that he’d been followed, but he stared straight though him and down to the other end of the corridor, squinting in the darkness before he peered down the corridor adjacent, doing the same, listening.

He was checking if the coast was clear.

Harry’s heart sped up ever so briefly as he did so, the suspense from what he was sure to soon see making him both excited and nervous.

What was he going to do if his suspicions were confirmed? Would he confront him? Take it to Dumbledore? To Ron? Hermione? No one believed him before, would telling them more of what he’d seen really change anything?

He watched with bated breath as Malfoy faced the wall, closing his eyes and exhaling through his nose as he focused himself on conjuring up the Room of Requirement.

The door materialised from the wall, which had been blank up until now. He didn’t really have time to match Malfoy’s footsteps as he followed after him, almost tripping over his own feet as he attempted to walk as close to him as possible without touching him but trying to avoid the door closing before he could get in at the same time.

Malfoy paused as the door closed behind them both, trapping Harry between it and him. There wasn’t enough space for Harry to step around him and it would be even more likely now that Malfoy would hear his footsteps within the four walls of a room.

He held his breath and Malfoy looked around the room, around at him, it felt like.

After a long moment, Malfoy seemed to shrug to himself and continue on, making Harry release a shaky breath to himself before he followed after him; now being very careful to keep as much distance as possible without losing him and matching his footsteps at the same time.

He patted his wand in the pocket of his robes, feeling a sense of safety in making sure he had it. He had to be prepared if Malfoy suddenly rounded on him, somehow deducing that he was there.

He continued on in the direction he’d watched Malfoy take, coming to a stop when he rounded a corner to find him stood still, looking up at a set of tall doors.

He crept closer as silently as he could, slotting himself between two waist high cabinets that were visibly filled with clutter and trinkets.

Now that Harry thought about it, this whole room was lined with random objects that didn’t really have any business being together. It was like he was stood in a hoarder’s dream.

Trying to fold in on himself, he watched Malfoy in silence, his arms held close to his sides and his lungs only taking in the minimum amount of air required to not pass out.

He watched as Malfoy opened the doors of what seemed to be a cupboard stood in front of him, placing something inside and closing it again.

Was he just hiding something?

Harry frowned to himself as he tried to discern what he might have put in there. He could check when Malfoy left, if that’s all he was coming in here to do.

Much to Harry’s confusion, Malfoy didn’t turn to leave. He just stood there, staring at the closed doors for a few seconds.

What was he waiting for?

Then he stepped forward and opened the doors again before cursing under his breath, slamming the door closed in anger after picking up whatever he had put inside before.

Harry tried not to react to it, but it did make him jump a little. Luckily, he managed to stay relatively still and Malfoy made no indication that he knew he was there.

He continued watching as Malfoy moved about the cupboard, tweaking and cluttering around with his wand held in his hand as he did so.

After a while, he stopped and stared at it again. Harry heard as he took a deep breath, seemingly steeling himself for something before he opened the door again, replacing the object he’d taken out of it before.

Then he did the same thing as before, just staring at the doors as he stood a few feet away from it, then opening it when an indiscriminate amount of time had passed.

This time, he did more than just curse and slam the doors.

He slammed the doors closed, making Harry’s body jolt even though he’d been unconsciously expecting it, then he picked up a random object close to him and threw it at nothing in particular.

Objects over on the opposite side of the room all clattered loudly, falling off of shelves and onto the floor as whatever Malfoy had thrown at them collided.

Malfoy stood and stared at the clutter for a long moment before he kicked over a chest of drawers that stood to his left, making Harry unconsciously back away from the array of objects that fell at his feet.

He backed into what he thought was a wall, but turned out to be a very tall wardrobe or cabinet of some kind. Whatever it was, it shifted under Harry’s weight and threatened to fall over, so Harry instinctively backed away from it, causing it to fall back into it’s original position.

An array of objects fell from on top of it, and Malfoy looked over at them, his eyes narrowing.

The objects fell on Harry, luckily nothing too heavy, and he had to fight to remain completely still as Malfoy now stared almost directly at him.

His eyes were unfocused since he couldn’t actually see Harry, though he felt them as if he was staring right into his.

“Is that you, Potter?” Malfoy snapped pointedly, much too loud for the silence that had been surrounding Harry since he’d left his dorm room.

Harry didn’t move, didn’t even dare to breathe while his focus was pointed in his direction. There’s no way he’d actually be able to know that he was there, he was just guessing.

If he stayed still and silent, he was sure that Malfoy would brush the thought off as ridiculous and either leave or continue on with whatever it was he was doing.

“Weasley with you, is he?” Malfoy spoke again, stepping towards him this time.

Okay, maybe Harry couldn’t get out of this by just pretending he wasn’t there. If he stayed still for much longer, Malfoy would probably be able to get his hands on him and he didn’t much fancy his chances of returning to his dorm unscathed if that happened.

“No. Just me.” He finally spoke, his voice sounding a lot more sure than he actually felt.

Malfoy paused at his words, his frown deepening as his suspicions were confirmed. He pulled out his wand again and pointed it in Harry’s direction, but didn’t cast any charms or curses just yet.

Harry felt frozen, willing his hands to move and retrieve his own wand; but they didn’t listen.

“Take it off.” Malfoy commanded, his voice breaking and his wand shaking in his hand as he tried to remain in control of his overflowing irritation.

Harry frowned to himself before obeying, lifting the cloak over his head and off his shoulders and letting it fall into a pile at his feet. He held his hands up in surrender as Malfoy continued to advance on him, pressing him further into the cupboard that had given him away in the first place, his fingers tightening around his wand as he stepped forward again.

“God, you’re so fucking pathetic. Following me around now are you?” Malfoy spat at him, though he made no further move to advance on him.

Harry swallowed, his eyes flickering around the room in an attempt to find his way out of this situation.

“What, nothing to say now you’re not backed up by your pathetic Mudblood friends?”

“Shut up, Malfoy.” Harry glowered at him now, his hands falling a fraction before Malfoy stepped forward again threateningly, his wand almost touching Harry’s throat. He held his hands back up again and glared at him.

“Don’t move.” He threatened, pressing his wand into his chest pointedly.

“What are you doing, Malfoy?” Harry asked almost mockingly, his eyes flickering to the cupboard that had just been slammed closed and then the messy array of objects that now decorated the floor from his angry outburst from things presumably not going his way.

“It’s none of your business what I’m doing.” His expression sharpened into further irritation at Harry’s audacity.

“Isn’t it?” Harry asked incredulously, his eyes holding Malfoy’s determinedly.

“No. It’s not.” Malfoy insisted, narrowing his eyes at him.

“I’m sure Dumbledore would love to know what you’re doing in here.”

Malfoy flinched slightly at his threat, his hold on his wand loosening marginally before he regained control of his expression, schooling it back into a semblance of smug as he bought his wand up to his throat.

“You going to tell him, are you?” He asked threateningly, though the usual superior entitlement wasn’t all there and underneath it all, he sounded genuinely scared of the prospect.

“I might.”

“You can’t.”

“You gonna stop me?” Harry narrowed his eyes at him now.

He didn’t know why he was taunting him, he was practically his hostage right now; Malfoy held all the power the way things stood. He could kill him with the flick of his wrist, but somehow, Harry doubted he would.

“I could.” Malfoy’s grip tightened on his wand again and Harry felt it dig into the base of his throat. His voice broke as he spoke, making the statement sound weak and worried.

Harry frowned up at him.

“You’re scared?” He said with a harsh laugh, though he didn’t really find it all that funny.

Malfoy shook his head at him, apparently refusing to answer his question verbally. They stared at each other for a long moment, the atmosphere around them feeling heavier with each passing second.

Harry’s eyes flickered down to his wand; he could feel Malfoy’s grip slowly lessening as time went on.

He took his chance, grabbing hold of his wrist and disarming him as he shoved his body away from him.

Malfoy grunted as he stumbled backwards, attempting to grab his wand back from Harry as soon as he’d taken it; but he held it out of his reach while he finally pulled out his own wand and pointed it at him threateningly.

He stared at Harry but made no effort to retain his wand again.

“No one’s going to believe you.” He threatened darkly, taking a step back from him but not holding up his hands in surrender as Harry had done.

“You think so?” Harry mocked, pocketing Malfoy’s wand and stepping forward, out of the gap he’d attempted to conceal himself in. Malfoy stepped away from him as he did so.

He kept his eyes on Malfoy as he bent down to pick up his cloak of invisibility with the hand that wasn’t pointing his wand at him.

Malfoy scoffed derisively, though Harry could tell he was unnerved by the change in events.

“You think people are really going to believe I’m a Death Eater? Out of all the people, he’d choose someone who’s barely even of legal age?”

“You are a Death Eater, then?” Harry challenged, his eyes lighting up at his suspicions being confirmed.

Malfoy clicked his tongue against his teeth, looking down at his shoes in irritation as he chastised himself for biting to Harry’s provocation.

“Yes.”

He finally replied after a long stretch of silence, his voice deep with condemnation as the smug entitlement fell away.

Harry narrowed his eyes at him, stepping towards him again. Malfoy stepped away, an object clattering across the floor as his foot knocked it, though neither of them acknowledged it.

“I fucking knew it.” Harry spat at him, halting his step, “Everyone thought I was being ridiculous but I fucking knew it. I bet you’re pleased, aren’t you? You finally get to run rampant in the streets like your piece of shit father, you’ll end up in the same place, you know? I’ll make sure of it.”

Malfoy’s expression darkened at his threat, but he made no snarky retort as Harry had expected.

“What’s wrong? Got in over your head, did you? Thought it would be easy to run around causing havoc? You’re the pathetic one, Malfoy. If you wanted me dead so bad you should’ve just done it when you had the fucking chance!”

“I don’t!” Malfoy interrupted him, his fists clenched at his sides as he stopped Harry’s rant of insults short.

“You think this is what I fucking wanted?” He stepped toward Harry almost threateningly, “I don’t have a choice, Potter! And it’s your fault! It’s all your fucking fault.” His voice broke at his last sentence, a suppressed sob erupting from his chest.

Harry stilled, his wand lowering slightly as he watched Malfoy attempt to fight off the tears that were currently attempting to flow.

“Are you fucking crying?” He asked in disbelief, lowering his wand intentionally now, straightening up as he watched this impossible scene unfold before him.

“Of course I’m fucking crying!” Malfoy snapped at him, his tone irritated again. “You don’t know what it’s like, do you? If I don’t do this,” He motioned to the cupboard he’d not long slammed shut “I’m going to fucking die! He’s going to kill me and all because of you!”

He angrily ran his hands down his face in an attempt to erase the tears that were now flowing freely down it, not even seeming to care about Harry stood in front of him anymore.

“I hate you!” He sobbed again, backing away and leaning on the heavy shelves behind him, holding his head in his hands.

Harry stood dumbfounded before him. What the hell was he supposed to do? He was ready to throw Malfoy to the wolves once his suspicions were confirmed, but now he was sobbing in front of him he couldn’t really picture himself doing that.

He put his wand away, hesitating in front of Malfoy as he continued to cry, his body shaking as the sobs progressed and wracked his frame.

“Can you stop?” Harry said awkwardly as he stepped forward and stood beside him. He felt an impulse to console him, however impossible, but he didn’t really know how he was supposed to do that.

Malfoy laughed bitterly at him, sliding down the case behind him and sitting on the floor, holding his head between his knees as he continued to cry.

“Just fuck off, Potter.” He choked up at him.

Harry’s feet hesitated as he considered listening to him and just leaving, but they wouldn’t go the way he wanted them to. His mouth was turned down into a frown as he continued to look down at him, then he sighed in exasperation before he sunk down next to him, sitting with his legs crossed as he leant back into the case behind them.

He didn’t know why, but he just couldn’t leave him sitting here crying on the floor.

Malfoy didn’t look up at him as he did so, and he continued to sob to himself; the sound of his breakdown being the only thing that filled the room now.

Neither of them said anything for a long time and, after a while, Malfoy’s sobbing eased and tapered off into simple sniffles and shallow breaths.

Harry side glanced at him when he finally lifted his head, wiping the remainder of his tears on his sleeve.

“You done crying like a baby?” He asked mockingly, though his tone was a lot softer than it had been before.

“Piss off.” Malfoy replied quietly, tightening his arms around his legs and letting his head fall back into the shelf behind him.

Silence ensued again and Harry started feeling agitated under the weight of it. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do.

Malfoy made things even worse by straightening up, his head banging softly on the wood behind him before he let it fall onto Harry’s shoulder.

Did he really want comforting? From Harry?

He shifted away from him, attempting to accommodate him by lifting his arm up and around Malfoy’s shoulders in a semblance of an awkward hug.

Malfoy looked up at him, straightening up again.

“What are you doing?” Malfoy questioned incredulously, his tone tinged with a mix of confusion and maybe even disgust.

Harry retracted his arm, bringing it back down to his side before he looked away from him. “Nothing…”

“Are you trying to hug me?” He pressed further, sounding almost amused; completely eclipsing his earlier despair.

“No.” Harry snapped dismissively, pushing himself up to his feet and leaving Malfoy to look up at him with the ghost of a smirk on his lips.

He scoffed a laugh before he got to his feet as well, standing in front of Harry and studying his features, his eyes narrowing and his brow pinching as he seemingly tried to make sense of something.

“Trying to comfort me?” He teased further, making Harry scoff in turn.

“No.”

“You were.”

“Well? Whatever! My fault for thinking you’re like a normal human being. Fuck off!” Harry turned on his heel, stomping towards the door and throwing it open as his irritation at himself grew.

He heard Malfoy laugh behind him, but ignored it. He hadn’t noticed that he’d followed.

They both stepped out into the corridor, Harry starting slightly as he suddenly appeared next to him.

Malfoy was looking at him expectantly, though Harry didn’t know what for.

“Can I have my wand back?” He asked after they’d held eye contact for a prolonged moment.

“Oh.” He’d forgotten that he’d even taken it.

“Here.” He held it out to him, Malfoy’s fingers closing around it as he retrieved it.

Harry wanted to let go, but Malfoy’s fingers were also holding his between the wand, making the action impossible.

They stared at each other again, Malfoy’s stare looking a lot more determined. It confused him.

Draco pulled both his hand and his wand downwards, making Harry stumble forwards and into him.

“What the fuck-“

Draco’s other hand had come up to the collar of Harry’s robes, pulling him even further into him as their lips connected.

Harry’s breath caught in his throat as his lips instinctively responded, his eyes falling closed as their lips moved against each others.

It probably only lasted for a second, maybe two, before Harry pushed him away, letting go of the wand and making it clatter noisily onto the floor between them.

“What the hell are you doing?” He snapped at him, not even being careful to keep his voice low.

Draco shushed him harshly, bending down to pick up his wand and pocketing it. They both listened in silence for approaching footsteps that might have been roused by his outburst.

He grasped Harry’s wrist, dragging him back through the door they had just exited.

The room that they entered wasn’t the room they’d just come from, rather than there being lines of shelves stacked haphazardly with trinkets there was barely anything in it.

He could barely make out the sofa that sat in the middle of the room before Draco pushed him back against the door as it closed, attempting to kiss him again.

“Woah- wait, wait!” He grasped him by the arms, pushing him away harshly.

“What?” Draco asked impatiently, obviously not getting that Harry didn’t want to get involved in whatever sick shit he was trying to get him into.

“What do you mean, ‘what’? What the fuck are you doing?” He kept his hands around him, holding him at arms length.

“What? Don’t act like you didn’t just kiss me back.” Draco retorted back sarcastically, his eyes travelling down from Harry’s eyes to his lips and back up again.

“That was- That’s because you caught me off guard! Why the hell are you kissing me?” He pushed him away fully now, but Draco just rolled his eyes at him as if he was being ridiculous.

“It’s not that big a deal.” He scoffed, though thankfully he made no move to kiss him again.

“It’s not?” Harry asked in disbelief “Do you like me or something?”

Draco made a face of disgust, “Do I have to like you to want to kiss you?”

Harry stared at him dumbfounded, his brow furrowed in further confusion.

“Kind of… yeah?”

“Would you kiss me if I did like you, then?” Draco pressed, obviously intent on finishing whatever it was he was trying to start.

“What- No! What’s wrong with you?” Harry backed further into the door, not even being able to leave it since he didn’t know if peeves or Filch would be on the other side.

“I have a death sentence hanging over my head, Potter; wanting to kiss you is the least of my worries.” He admitted candidly, making Harry’s disbelief grow.

“You wanna kiss me cause you’re gonna die?” He stared at him, not believing the words that were coming out of his mouth.

He’d set off in the hopes of getting proof that Malfoy was a Death Eater, and he’d got that, but now he was being dragged into a whole other problem.

“I just… I want to forget about it. I want you to make me forget.” Draco admitted quietly, stepping closer to Harry again but thankfully going no further.

“You think kissing me will make you forget that you’re going to be killed?” Harry narrowed his eyes at him in disbelief.

“Well, no. Not exactly, but…” He peered behind him, making Harry follow his line of sight to the plush sofa in the middle of the room, a coffee table in front of it and a cabinet beside it.

“We could do more than just kiss in here.” Draco finally finished.

Harry swallowed at the suggestion in his sentence. What exactly did ‘more than kissing’ mean in this context? They were both men. Was this normal to Draco?

“The fuck does that mean?” Harry finally responded, making Draco look back at him and roll his eyes.

“You know exactly what I mean, Potter. Don’t make me spell it out.”

They both stared at each other for a long moment. Harry felt hot. He didn’t know if it was from simple embarrassment or whether his body was unconsciously responding to the promise that simmered between them at Draco’s admission.

“Are you being serious?” He finally spoke, his voice low with anticipation that he didn’t even really understand.

“Dead serious.”

Harry narrowed his eyes at him, the atmosphere changing once more as he actually considered the prospect of Draco’s suggestion.

“Is that a joke?” He attempted to lighten it, though the short laugh he did felt too forced. They both stared at each other again and Harry felt the intensity that now charged between them.

Draco approached him again, slowly now; giving Harry every chance to push him away if he wanted to.

“Just leave if you don’t want to.” He murmured, now only inches away from him.

Harry knew he should have just left, he had no real reason to be here anymore. He’d gotten what he’d needed, anything from this point onwards would probably actually be a hindrance.

He didn’t listen to his brain screaming at him to turn away and leave, to go back to his dorm room and rub it in Ron’s face that he’d been right all this time. He was being held there by Draco’s eyes locked onto his, both of them now leaning into each other as the distance between them closed.

His eyes fell closed and his mind finally went silent when their lips connected again, this time he couldn’t even blame Draco for catching him off guard.

Their lips melted into each other, Harry felt as Draco’s hands slipped up and into his hair, deepening the kiss.

His own hands found his hips as he instinctively pressed himself into him. Draco’s hands tightened into his hair as he did so and he felt his arousal against him as their need progressed.

Harry slid his hands up his back, feeling as Draco shivered at his touch, their lips not leaving each other as he laced his fingers through his hair, his hands tightening and pulling on the ends of it lightly.

Draco’s head tilted back as Harry took charge of it, tentatively tracing his tongue on his bottom lip, tasting his desperation.

Draco’s lips parted as he did so and Harry took advantage, slipping his tongue past his lips and intertwining with his as the kiss deepened even further.

He moaned into the kiss as Harry pressed him further, pushing himself away from the door as he led him backward, towards the sofa in the middle of the room.

Neither of them broke away as they both stumbled across the floor, Draco’s hands sliding down onto his chest and tightening into his clothes as he pushed him down onto the sofa and sat in his lap, his knees resting either side of him.

They finally broke away, both of their breathing heavy as they stared at one another.

Draco’s eyes were glazed over with lust, his face flushed with desire as his eyes flickered from his eyes to his lips and his hands slipped between Harry’s robes, prying the material over his shoulders and letting it fall.

Harry grunted as he pressed himself down and into his hardening length, the clothes between them making him feel even more desperate as the pressure added to the sensation.

“Have you… done this before?” He asked, his voice hoarse with desire.

“Once.” Draco replied, his voice equally tinged with want.

Harry looked up at him, his eyes falling down to his lips again, filled with arousal.

“You?” He asked after a beat, though he didn’t wait for an answer before he descended on him again, his lips finding the skin just below his jawline.

Harry’s head swam as the sensation overcame him, suppressing the shiver that ran up his spine as Draco’s lips continued down his neck, his tongue tracing circles into it.

“No…” He whispered, making Draco pause.

“No?” He pulled away from him, making Harry tighten his hold on his hips.

“No. Why?” His voice shook with an edge of desperation as the loss of his lips on his skin made him overcome with need.

“Not with Weasley’s sister? Or that Ravenclaw seeker?” He pressed again, and edge of reluctance in his voice now.

“No. Why are you stopping?” Harry replied, irritation seeping into his tone.

Draco’s brow furrowed, his hands pressed into his chest as guilt flickered in his expression.

“Keep going.” Harry bought his hands up to his jaw, pulling him back down into another kiss. He could feel a hint of reluctance in it when their lips first met, but it quickly melted away as he kissed him back.

Harry’s lips trailed down from his lips to his jaw and down his neck, his hands resting on his thighs before he slipped them up and under the hem of his shirt.

“Are you… sure you want to do this then? With me?” He voiced breathlessly, though at the same time he threw his own robes off and let them fall to the floor as Harry continued his ministrations of his lips on his skin, his hands now on the bare skin beneath his clothes.

“Yes.” He murmured into his skin, urging his hips upwards and into him.

The conversation ended there, but Harry could feel that Draco wasn’t as invested in it as he was before. Did he feel guilty that his first time would be with him when all he was doing was using Harry to escape the hopelessness of his life right now?

“It’s fine.” Harry pulled away, his hands finding his jaw again as his fingers gripped his chin, tilting it towards him. “I want to.” He murmured against his lips, their eyes locked onto each other.

Harry could see the hesitation in his eyes now, and he hated it. He wished he had just lied when he asked.

Sure, I’ve done this hundreds of times!

The desire that Draco had awakened in him simmered in his veins as they both stared at each other, evidence of that desire pressing into Draco from below.

Draco chewed on his bottom lip as he considered his words. It was only for a few seconds at most but to Harry, it felt like hours. He still waited, not wanting to force Draco into it if he no longer wanted to do it. Though he did silently pray that he’d just disregard the fact that Harry was choosing to lose his virginity to him.

“Hm.” He finally hummed, reconnecting their lips as he apparently made up his mind. He sounded curious, but the hesitation that Harry had felt from him was now gone.

Harry’s body relaxed as Draco’s lips moved against his again, mirroring his earlier actions.

He let his head fall into the back of the sofa as Draco’s lips travelled down his jaw, back down to his neck. His breathing deepened as he sucked gently on a soft spot, making his hands tighten on his hips again under his clothes.

Draco’s hands slipped under the hem of Harry’s shirt now, his fingers exploring the skin beneath it and making Harry’s head spin.

Harry bit his lip as desire coursed further, his dick hardening as he rocked his hips up into him.

Draco slid his fingers up his sides, making him shiver before he shifted, allowing him to remove his shirt altogether.

He breathed heavily as Draco’s eyes travelled over his now bare torso appealingly, a glint of hunger in his eyes. His lips found his skin again, travelling lower.

Harry let his hands fall onto the sofa either side of him, allowing Draco free reign to do whatever he wanted.

He watched as he trailed his lips down his body, his breathing getting heavier and his heart beating harder than ever in his chest.

Draco had shifted off him, climbing off the sofa as he positioned himself on the floor between Harry’s legs, his lips still not leaving his skin as he tasted it.

Harry swallowed his nerves as he watched; he hadn’t really known what to expect but for some reason it wasn’t this. Was this how Draco coped when his life got too much? Did he genuinely enjoy doing it?

Sex he could understand, well not on a personal level - yet, but the way things seemed to be going looked like it would benefit Harry more than Draco.

He pushed down the questions that flickered through his mind, remembering the last time he’d asked a question and Draco had paused; doubted if he even wanted to continue.

He let out a shaky breath as Draco slipped his fingers into the band of his trousers, looking up at Harry questioningly as he did - though he thankfully didn’t pause his tongue; it was still tracing circles every so often into the skin of his abdomen.

Harry shifted wordlessly, lifting his hips off the sofa and allowing Draco to rid him of the rest of his clothes.

His breathing caught in his chest as Draco wrapped his hand around him, stroking it along his length slowly and watching up at him, as if testing him.

He felt as he smirked into his skin, presumably at his reaction, before placing a final kiss on the line of his hip and pulling away from him.

Harry was about to complain until he flicked his tongue over the head of his cock instead, making the complaint turn into a choked gasp.

Their eyes locked onto each other as he continued, teasing his tongue along the underside of his length but not fully taking him in his mouth.

It didn’t matter that Draco was only teasing him, it drove Harry crazy regardless. He could tell that Draco was enjoying himself, maybe he wanted him to beg for it or lose it on him. He wouldn’t do either.

“Draco…” He whispered down at him, his tone softening indefinitely and laced with need.

“Hm?” Draco responded questioningly, kissing the tip as he continued to tease him with his tongue. He still smirked up at him, obviously assuming that his teasing was getting to Harry.

It was, but he could deal with this much.

“You look real pretty like that, you know?” He murmured down at him, his tone borderline affectionate as he lifted his hand up to his face, tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear before lacing his fingers through it; though he just left it there rather than urge him any further than he was already going.

Draco’s tongue paused at the action, his ears colouring with the blush that spread across his cheekbones, his eyebrows furrowing up at him in a show of confusion.

Harry thought he was pretty?

“I do?” He asked, genuine curiosity in his voice that told Harry no one had ever said it to him before.

He nodded down at him, sighing softly as he ran his fingers though the ends of his hair and up to his jaw. “Mhm.”

Draco’s eyes fell down to nothing in particular as he considered Harry’s words, the confident provocation now fled from his demeanour.

Harry worried for a moment that he’d change his mind again, not wanting to sleep with him if he didn’t somehow come out on top. But then he saw the fleeting smile in his expression, a small smile that told him he’d liked the compliment. It was an embarrassed one, to an extent, but it looked so good on him.

“You say that to everyone who’s nice enough to put your dick in their mouth?” He masked the earlier pleased embarrassment with further provocation, though the smile was still there.

“You haven’t even done that, though. And I wouldn’t exactly call you nice.” Harry grinned down at him, teasing him in turn; just in a different way.

“We’ll see.” Malfoy muttered before suddenly taking him in his mouth, making Harry jolt and his head fall back into the back of the sofa as he bit his lip in an attempt to stifle the sound that had just come out of him.

“Fuck-” He choked out, his hands automatically lacing through his hair as he moved his mouth around him, pulling away almost fully before he swirled his tongue over the tip and did it all over again.

Yeah. Wow. Harry hadn’t expected that.

“Hah- wait, wait- fuck!” His breathing had no discernible rhythm as Draco’s tongue drew out moans from Harry he’d never heard before. He didn’t really want him to stop, but the sudden unfamiliar feeling caught him off guard.

His hands contradicted his words, tightening in his hair and urging him against him further. Draco watched as he reacted, pleased with the response he was able to elicit from him.

He didn’t mind Harry practically manhandling him, he wasn’t pushing him any further than he was willing to go himself and he knew that he’d stop if he’d ask him to. But he didn’t really want him to.

Harry looked back down at him, loosening his grip in his hair as he managed to get a handle on himself. Moans and gasps still sounded from him - he couldn’t control that, but he was at least able to control his hands and body to an extent.

Though Draco was really testing that ability at the moment.

“Real pretty.” Harry repeated again breathlessly, making Draco narrow his eyes up at him, though he didn’t falter in his movements.

They held each other’s eyes now, Harry having to fight to keep his eyes from rolling into the back of his head whenever he moved his tongue a certain way. Draco seemed to know and enjoy that fact, too.

“Mh- Shit, you’re gonna make me-” Harry choked out, the warning being cut off by Draco doing whatever he did with his tongue that made his stomach flip.

“Draco…” He managed to look down at him pleadingly, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he tried to focus on holding back the climax that threatened his nerves every time he moved his mouth around him.

“Just come.” Draco practically commanded up at him, pulling away barely, giving him only a moment of relief before he descended on him again, somehow doubling his efforts.

Harry thought what he was doing before was driving him out of his mind; this was something else entirely. He’d added his hands into the mix, both them and his mouth working together to drive him over the edge he’d been trying so hard not to tip over.

He wanted to ask him if he was sure, but his mouth did not want to obey him. Neither did his body, apparently.

His body tensed as the orgasm he’d been fighting enveloped him, his eyes falling closed as his teeth sunk into his bottom lip in an attempt to stifle the noises that came from somewhere deep inside him.

He cursed to no one in particular, or maybe God, as Draco continued to move his mouth around him, not even flinching when Harry tightened his hold on his hair, his grip now bordering on painful.

Draco didn’t care, not when he got a view like this.

He watched as Harry tensed and shuddered from each movement of his tongue, drawing out as much pleasure as he possibly could from him after his release ebbed away.

He finally lifted his head, looking down at Draco with panting breath, loosening his hold in his hair and attempting to flatten it awkwardly.

They both looked pretty messy, though Harry couldn’t deny he found the sight insanely hot. It made his cock stir as if he hadn’t just came harder than ever.

Draco pulled away from him, leaning on his leg and looking up at him innocently. “Would you say I’m nice now?” He asked up at him sarcastically, a smirk playing on his lips.

Harry rolled his eyes at him, trying and failing to suppress the grin that threatened his features. “If I say no, would you do that again?” He asked breathlessly, his breathing still seemingly refusing to follow any pattern other than desperate.

“Yeah? Think you could handle that, Potter?” Draco got to his feet, kneeling one knee onto the sofa next to Harry’s and letting the other slide between his legs, pressing into him.

“Mph- No, Probably not.” He admitted, his words coming out shaky and choked at the same time.

“No? That’s too bad.” Draco teased further, pulling his own shirt off and over his head before he straddled him again, just as he’d been doing when they’d been just kissing.

Harry’s breath hitched at the action, his eyes travelling down his body hungrily as the sight awakened desire anew in his veins.

Was it even possible for someone to be so tempting?

Wait. Hadn’t he hated him not even two hours ago?

The thought was pushed out of his mind when Draco’s lips were on his again, a lot softer than any kiss they’d shared up to this point.

It was more practiced, less desperate - on Harry’s part at least.

Harry kissed him back, tasting himself on his tongue as his head spun pleasantly and his blood surged with fresh desire, now devoid of any nervousness that had been present before.

He knew what he could expect now and he felt nothing but anticipation at the prospect of more.

There was the gnawing worry of what would happen next, after everything was said and done; but he banished the thought, not wanting to spoil what was happening in that moment.

“Are we going to keep going?” He murmured against his lips, not sure if Draco was just teasing him again or actually taking things even further.

“You want to?” Draco replied, not even pulling away from him to wait for an answer.

Harry just hummed into the kiss, his tongue finding Draco’s again; giving him his answer. It was weird how natural it felt when it was all so new.

They lost themselves again in each other’s lips, Harry almost completely forgetting that it was supposed to be leading somewhere until Draco pulled away from him.

They stared at each other, both of their eyes filled with desire or longing or something similar.

“You’re sure you want to do this with me?” Draco questioned again and Harry had to suppress the urge to roll his eyes at him.

He was stupid to think he would want anything else, but he wasn’t going to voice that thought.

“I think I’d probably die if we stopped now.” He said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper and laced with sincerity.

“Bit dramatic, don’t you think?” Draco murmured back, though there were traces of amusement in his lustful expression.

Harry huffed a laugh, burying his face in the crook of Draco’s neck and kissing his skin, trailing his lips downward and sucking on it softly.

His hands gripped onto his hips again, urging his hips upward as he had done before, only this time it was intentional rather than an impulse.

He heard as Draco’s breathing hitched, drinking in the sound of his reactions as he continued.

He let him pull away from him slightly, halfway onto his feet again as he haphazardly rid himself of the clothing that concealed the rest of his body.

Harry didn’t have time to drink in the sight before Draco straddled him again, connecting their lips in a manner more desperate than before as their bare skin came flush with each other.

It was a simple thing, but it made Harry’s head swim with an even deeper desire then before; if that was even possible.

He hadn’t thought it would be, but then again every time Draco did something new he felt a whole fresh surge of it.

He looked up at him when he pulled away, their eyes locked onto each other as Draco shifted on top of him, the tip of Harry’s dick pressing into his entrance.

They both held their breath as he paused, seeming to consider questioning if Harry was sure again before he took away his chance, tilting his hips upwards and further into him.

Draco gasped and let out a shaky breath as he did so, Harry’s jaw tensing as the brand new feeling enveloped him whole.

Draco sunk himself down onto him the rest of the way, bottoming out before Harry had even been able to force himself to breathe normally again.

“Holy fuck.” He whispered harshly, finally exhaling sharply before dropping his head down onto Draco’s shoulder.

Draco was tense on top of him, making Harry hesitate in continuing. He leaned away from him, trying to suppress the urge to move.

“What’s the matter?” He asked up at him, his voice strained with barely restrained need.

“No- nothing. Just- give me a second.” Draco breathed, his expression contorted into a mildly pained expression.

“Does it hurt?” Harry asked, his tone now full of concern, the desire to move now taking a back seat.

“A little.” He admitted in a whisper, though he made no move to get off of him.

“Oh. Let’s stop.” Harry shifted below him, attempting to pull out of him. Draco put his hands on his forearms, halting the action.

“No- it’s fine. I just need to get used to it.” He replied, leaning his head on Harry’s shoulder and gripping onto him almost painfully.

“It’s not fine. Just let me-“ Harry chastised him gently, carefully lifting Draco off him and shifting below him again.

Draco made no move to stop him this time, only burying his head further into his shoulder, the tips of his ears tinted red. Was he embarrassed?

Harry didn’t pressure him any further, his eyes flickering around the room and landing on the cabinet beside them.

Room of Requirement…

He leaned to the side, holding Draco against him and supporting his back as he opened the drawer.

Draco didn’t protest, only peering up at him as he moved.

He straightened again after retrieving something out of it, regarding it with interest and a hint of mild relief.

Draco pulled away from him now, looking down at the bottle of lube in his hands.

“Where the hell did you get that?”

“The cabinet.” Harry answered obviously.

Draco looked between him and the cabinet a few times, his brow creased in slight confusion. “How did you know it’d be there?”

Harry shrugged, “Room of Requirement.” He explained simply, though Draco’s expression just deepened with more confusion.

“I don’t know what that means.”

Harry laughed shortly, putting the bottle down beside him and bracing his hands on Draco’s hips again. “You’ve been using the Room of Requirement for months and you don’t even know what it does? It’ll give you whatever you want it for.” He explained further, his lips finding the skin above his collarbone again.

“Oh.” Draco voiced quietly, his blush deepening at the explanation as his earlier embarrassment was once again replaced with desire from Harry’s lips on him.

Harry pulled away, leaning on the back of the sofa as he looked up at him again. “You want to stop?” He asked carefully, not entirely sure what his next move should be.

“No…” He replied hesitantly, not wanting to stop but then again not being entirely sure he could go through with it if that’s what it felt like.

“I won’t do it if it hurts.” Harry assured him, understanding the hesitation in his eyes underneath the need. “I’ll do it so it doesn’t hurt.” He offered softly, his thumbs tracing circles in his skin as he allowed him to think about his answer.

“Alright…” Draco replied after a long moments thought, looking up at Harry expectantly.

“Tell me something first, though.” Harry insisted, making him look back curiously. “Were you lying? When you said you’d done it before?”

Draco’s eyes flickered away guiltily, his lips pressing together into a frown at the question. Harry bought his hand up to his chin, tilting it back up and forcing him to look back at him. “Were you?”

They held eyes for a beat before he looked down again, “Yes.” He admitted quietly, looking down at his hands as he played with his own fingers nervously.

“Stupid.” Harry chastised him, though there was no malice in it, not really. He shouldn’t have lied, but he guessed he understood why he did. Harry probably wouldn’t have even entertained it if he’d known from the beginning, but it was too late now.

He wanted him too badly.

He tilted his chin up to look at him again, leaning into him this time and pressing his lips into his. Thankfully, Draco kissed him back, not being deterred by being caught in a lie.

They both got lost into the kiss again, though Harry had other things on his mind this time. He picked up the bottle from beside him, flipping the lid open; making Draco’s eyes flicker open at the sound - though he didn’t pull away.

Harry kissed him once more on the mouth before trailing his lips down his jaw to his neck, burying his head into the crook of it as he squirted the substance into his hands.

“Wrap your arms around me.” He instructed him, and Draco listened after a moments hesitation. Harry heard as he let out a shaky breath, clearly nervous.

“We can stop whenever you want, you know.” He tried to reassure him, but he couldn’t exactly say he wasn’t nervous himself.

He knew that if either of them wanted to, they would stop. But up until now, Harry had been simply letting things happen assuming that Draco knew what he was doing. Now that it was obvious that he didn’t, they were both in the same boat.

Still, he wanted this too much to just stop before he even tried to take the lead.

He let out a shaky breath of his own as he teased his entrance, his fingers coated in a lubricant that would hopefully ease any discomfort that had come from the previous impulsive attempt.

Draco’s hold tightened on him as he eased a single digit into him, then he relaxed.

“Oh.”

“Does it hurt?” Harry asked, pausing his actions.

“No. It feels… weird, but it doesn’t hurt.” He admitted, though he still had his head buried in Harry’s shoulder; likely attempting to hide the deep flush of his face.

Harry breathed easier now, pressing his finger into him fully before easing it out again and then repeating the action until they both had relaxed fully.

It was sort of a mechanical action, but Harry knew what would be coming next, when he had loosened up enough for them to do it comfortably, so it still made desire simmer in his veins.

Maybe he could make it feel more than just not bad.

The silence that sounded through the room was getting too much for him, the only sound either of them could hear were each other’s heavy breathing.

Harry slid his other hand between them, wrapping it around Draco’s hardened cock.

Draco jolted at the sudden action, his breath catching in his throat and his hands tightening against him. Maybe Harry should have given him some sort of warning, but he couldn’t say he exactly disliked the noise he’d just made right in his ear.

He stroked his hand up the length of it, skimming his thumb over the tip, making him gasp and almost whimper against him.

Okay… now he got why Draco enjoyed teasing him so much.

He continued his actions, moving his hand up and down his dick while at the same time easing his fingers in and out of him. Draco had relaxed almost completely at this point, if you didn’t count the shuddering of pleasure that Harry was able to elicit from him.

He tentatively added another finger, pleased when it slid in with minimal resistance. He became more confident with his actions as he continued, his hands both working together to elicit the delicious sounds Draco was making in his ear.

He pressed his fingers further into him, deliberately pressing down where he was sure he’d read somewhere would drive him further into desperation.

He sucked softly on his neck as he did so, his head swimming with a need to please him.

As he curled his fingers deeper into him, Draco jolted and shuddered against him. He paused his movements, his breathing heavy against him as his fingernails dug into his back.

“Good?” He asked, his voice hoarse with arousal.

“Mhm!” Draco whimpered in his ear, his legs tightening around him.

He resumed his movements, relishing in the way Draco clung to him desperately as Harry drove him further towards the brink of euphoria.

He felt as Draco dragged his nails across his back, sucking on his neck in an attempt to quiet himself. Thankfully, it didn’t really work and Harry continued to chase the whimpers and moans that left his lips.

“Harry-” He moaned against him, making him pause.

“That’s enough.” He begged breathlessly, still clinging onto him.

Harry had forgotten that he’d only been doing this to loosen him up enough to fuck him. He felt both disappointed and thrilled at the prospect of stopping, knowing that the following act would probably be even better but not wanting to let go of the desperate way he wrapped around him and whimpered in his ear.

“You sure?” He continued, resuming his movements and making him tighten his hold on him again.

“God, Harry. Please…” He whined in his ear, and Harry had to give in to him.

He relented, sliding his fingers out of him slowly and placing a kiss on his shoulder before he pulled away. Draco’s eyes were full of lust and desperation as he looked down at him, shifting on top of him and lining himself up with Harry’s throbbing hardness.

“Wait.” Harry held his hips in place, stopping him from going any further before he took the bottle from beside them again, coating his dick before he let go of him.

He’d hate to have to stop again, he didn’t think he’d even be able to if it came down to it.

Draco was staring at him, his eyes unfocused and glazed over with need. Instead of waiting for him to sink down into him, he thrust his hips upward, completely bottoming out in one fell swoop.

He cursed as he felt Draco envelop him completely, his hands tightening on his hips as he let his head fall back into the sofa, his breathing heavy as he paused, letting Draco adjust himself if he needed.

“Better?” He questioned, his voice strained.

“Fuck- Yes!” Draco answered, his voice tinged with desperation as they both panted against each other.

“Can I move?” Harry asked, not knowing what he’d even do if he refused.

“Please.” Draco breathed, his voice shaking as his hands tightened around Harry’s forearms.

Harry’s eyes travelled down his bare torso before he pulled Draco into him, their tongues intertwining before their lips even met and he thrust up into him.

He struggled to kiss him back as he did so, a choked moan escaping from his throat as his hands tightened into Harry’s hair.

He moaned unrestrained as he buried himself again into Harry’s shoulder, cursing as his body tensed and he came all over his bare chest.

Harry felt as he tightened around him, but he didn’t cease his actions; it only drove him further out of his mind.

“Fuck, Harry-“ He choked against him, his nails digging into his back as he continued to fuck him through his orgasm.

Maybe he should have held back before; he wasn’t anywhere close to finishing but he could feel Draco nearing his end, collapsing against him as he drove him into another build.

“Harry…” He whimpered against him, his arms tightening around him as he clung to him desperately again.

“Shhhh… You’re taking it so well, Draco. You sound so fucking pretty getting fucked by me, hm?”

Harry didn’t even know where the words came from. He’d never even thought anything close to it before, but they were out of his mouth before it even checked with his brain.

Draco seemed to like them, and he was vocal about it. He clearly liked being praised.

Harry shifted now, lifting Draco off him and pressing him down into the sofa instead, all while still inside him.

Draco arched off the sofa as he continued to thrust into him, somehow feeling it even deeper than he did before. He clasped his hand over his mouth as he cried out, the sound muffled against it.

“No, let me hear you. I want the whole fucking world to know how much you like it.” Harry pried his hand away, lacing his fingers with his and pinning it above him.

They both panted against each other as he fucked him deeper, their lips moving against each other desperately as they both struggled into the kiss.

Draco’s free hand was gripping his hair as he attempted to keep himself somewhat sane, the immense pleasure that Harry was giving him driving him almost over the brink of sanity.

“Fuck, you feel so good. So fucking perfect- like you were made for me.” Harry praised him further, both of them completely lost in the sensation of each other.

Harry let go of his hand now, leaning back and straightening up as he looked down at him; the way his hair was set paired with the glint in his eyes making him look almost feral.

He held Draco’s hips, lifting him off the sofa and fucking into him harder than before, his jaw tensing with the effort as he tried to remain in control of whatever impulse was driving him.

”Hah- Harry!” Draco cried out, his hands bracing against his abdomen in an attempt to lessen the force of his thrusts, but Harry could tell he liked it. 

Harry’s head tilted back and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt Draco tighten around him, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he huffed, the force of his hips against Draco’s being heard around the room with the heavenly moans coming from beneath him. 

He lifted Draco’s leg, shifting the position slightly; unknowingly making him feel every single inch of him even deeper than ever. His grip tightened on his ankle, letting it rest on his shoulder as he looked back down at him, trailing his lips along the side of his calf affectionately. 

“You should eat more. Can see my cock right through you.” His other hand came down on his abdomen, feeling whenever he thrusted into him again. 

He smirked against his skin as he pressed down on it gently, applying a pressure that sent a shock to every single one of Draco’s nerves as Harry now deliberately fucked into that spot deep inside him that made his mind completely blank and his eyes roll into the back of his head. 

Draco’s fingers now tightened on his wrist, trying to pry it away from him, his nails digging into his skin unintentionally. “Harry-“ He managed to choke out, apparently his name being the only word he was able to remember.

”S’matter?” Harry asked softly, almost tauntingly, trailing his tongue along the skin he’d just kissed as he watched Draco lose his fucking mind beneath him. Every single movement was deliberate.

Draco just whimpered up at him, his eyes finding Harry’s as he gave him a pleading look, his eyes begging him for something; though Harry couldn’t say exactly what it was.

”Tell me, hm? Use your words for me, Draco.” He taunted again, his voice low and deep with concentration as his hips still didn’t let up. 

“Please!” Draco begged up at him, and Harry finally took mercy on him, retracting his hand and taking away the extra pressure that had apparently made Draco incapable of speech, unless you counted Harry’s name or his pleading. 

He let his leg fall back around his hips, pressing his body against his again and holding his face in his hands as he kissed him tenderly, completely eclipsing the animalistic way he was fucking him.

It was like he had been completely taken over by someone he didn’t even know, and he didn’t know how to stop it. He didn’t even want it to stop.

Neither did Draco.

It made his head spin as he struggled to kiss Harry back, his moans and whimpers making his lips completely useless against his.

“Draco…” Harry moaned into the kiss, his own climax approaching quicker than he was able to come to terms with. He didn’t want this to stop, he felt like he could get lost in Draco forever, but his body chased the pleasure, begging for release.

“I’m going to come. Are you close?” He breathed against him, and Draco’s nails dug into his back again, leaving deep scratches that Harry couldn’t even bring himself to care about.

“Yes- I’m close.” He whined against his lips, and Harry buried his head into the crook of his neck with equal desperation.

“Tell me when.” He panted in his ear, fighting to hold his release at bay until he was able to drive Draco over that same edge.

“Fuck!” Draco didn’t even need to tell him when, his second orgasm ripped through him and he held onto Harry desperately, afraid he’d completely lose himself if he didn’t.

Harry followed suit, his shoulders tensing as he came inside him, both of their breathing stuttering as they came together.

He slid in and out of him a few more times before he finally stilled, both of their breathing sounding through the room as the sound of their fucking ceased.

They just laid there tangled in eachother for what felt like a long time, but it probably wasn’t even a full minute.

Harry finally pulled away from him, looking down at him, his hair a tangled mess. Draco looked up at him with an expression of fucked out bliss, his own breathing still quick and heavy.

Harry pulled out of him gently, his thumb wiping away tears that had unknowingly fallen from Draco’s eyes from the overstimulation of his back to back orgasms.

They stared at eachother, both unsure of what they were supposed to do or say.

“Are you okay?” Harry finally whispered, a hint of worry in his tone.

Draco nodded up at him. He felt better than he had in a very long time. He just couldn’t believe that feeling had came from Harry Fucking Potter of all people.