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Caught off guard...

of course :)

Commission for @its-the-allure insured by the fic Talk To Me In French by @fluffyunderneath, thank you both!!

Commission for @fixx27 thank you so much!!!

“Alright,” Harry said gruffly, “hold on tight.” A hand drifted to Harry’s side. It was not tight. It was the sort of grip you had in a dream, when you needed to hold on to keep from falling but your muscles weren’t working right. Harry put his free hand over Malfoy’s and pressed harder, interlacing their fingers and pulling him firmly against his chest, squeezing the air out from the spaces between their bodies.  Malfoy didn’t say a word, only shuddered and flinched. “Sorry,” Harry muttered, then closed his eyes, clasped Malfoy as tight as he could bear, and thought of home. They collapsed in a pile of limbs in Harry’s living room— legs tangled, hips clashing together sharply enough for Harry to hiss in pain. Malfoy’s head snapped down at an awkward angle and struck the hardwood floor, drawing out a muted groan. His eyelids fluttered and he rolled onto his side the moment Harry extracted himself. “We’re here?” Malfoy asked weakly. “Yes, yes, we’re here,” Harry said, and Malfoy’s breath immediately turned tremulous and quick. “Did you get splinched?” Harry asked through his teeth, lifting Malfoy’s head to find that he was bleeding at the base of his skull where he had hit the ground. The sheet was twisted around Malfoy’s hips, something grisly and artful about the way it draped over his bare skin, like something Hermione might have shown him at the National Gallery, and Harry would ignore the chiaroscuro and find his eyes mapping the curve of a bicep, the divot of a navel. God, shut up. “I dunno,” Malfoy said quietly between strange, short breaths, mouth pressed against the floor. “Did I?”

oh my goodness thank you 🥹 that's incredibly sweet I will cherish your words, so happy you enjoyed it ❤️