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DRARRY: NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS
Tags: New Year’s Eve, New Year’s resolutions, fluff, 8th year, very light post-war angst, cuddles.
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“Sorry,” Potter mumbled. He was still smiling. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
Draco was unable to help himself—he raised his chin and huffed. “I’m not uncomfortable,” he snapped, his voice squeaking pathetically. When Potter raised his eyebrows, he whimpered, “I’m not!”
Potter’s hand stroked the inside of Draco’s thigh, almost still at knee-height, ever so slightly. Not looking away from Draco’s face, Potter pushed his knee to the side and slowly, far too fucking slowly, leaned forward, invading Draco’s personal space.
“Then I guess you won’t mind if I do…”—he crawled all the way onto Draco’s lap—”this.”
As Potter’s fingers tangled in his hair, all common sense left Draco’s mind. He let his leg drop to the floor, his arms blindly wrapping themselves around Potter’s torso as he held onto Potter for dear life. They were so close, Draco wasn’t sure he was breathing anymore.
Potter leaned impossibly closer to him, resting his weight against the arm of the sofa. “May I…”
“Yes,” Draco breathed.
The first brush of their lips felt like melting. A low hum escaped Draco’s throat, and he was mentally getting ready to deny it had ever happened if Potter so much as snorted when suddenly, the git caught his lower lip between his and gently, oh-so-slowly brushed it with the tip of his tongue.
Their mouths parted with a low sound, and Draco opened his eyes a moment before Potter did. They were barely breathing.
“God, I want you so much,” Potter murmured.
Draco trapped Potter’s hair between his fingers and brought their lips together once more.
“Five minutes!”
He barely heard Patil’s voice as it filled the room around them. He was too busy feeling Potter’s hip against his knee, shivering as their tongues brushed.
It was Potter who ended the kiss. Draco whimpered, but then Potter rested his head on Draco’s chest and, just like that, Draco’s fears for the new year just… seemed a little bit less scary.
Which was scary in itself, because it meant he was far more in love with Potter than he’d thought.
Crap.
“Oi, Blaise!” Finnigan exclaimed. “Seems like you’re going to need to make a new resolution!”
Everyone giggled, and Draco pointedly looked at the hearth, feeling his cheeks heat up once again.
“Ignore them,” Potter murmured so that only Draco could hear him.
Draco let his hand caress the length of Potter’s arm. “Yeah.”
“Two minutes, lads!
Everyone talked at the same time, and Draco almost didn’t hear him when Potter whispered his name against his chest.
“Huh?” He inquired.
Potter craned his neck so he was somewhat looking at Draco’s face from his chest. “What’s your New Year’s resolution?”
That annoying feeling of emptiness came flooding back, and Draco shrugged it off, saying, “I honestly have no idea.”
Potter nodded, a look of understanding on his face.
“I know what you mean,” he said. “I think the only thing that’s certain in my life right now is that I’m head over heels for you.”
Merlin.
“Yeah, I feel that,” Draco replied casually. “Hm, perhaps I should turn you into my New Year’s resolution, too.” He smirked. “Do you think you’re worthy of such an honour?”
Potter’s smile was radiant as he shifted on top of Draco to kiss him again. “Try me.”
“Five!” the Patil twins said at the same time.
“Four!” everyone echoed. “Three! Two! One!”
Potter caught Draco’s mouth with his.
“Happy new year!”
He smiled against Potter’s lips. It really did feel like 1999 would be a good year.












