Everything Drarry

@drarrymicrofic | wc: 173 | prompt: incline

Across the very, very, very boring Ministry gala stood the object of Harry’s undivided attention: Draco Malfoy.

“You don’t have to glare at the pointy git all night,” Ron said.

“What?”

“Ron’s right, you know,” Hermione added. “You might have a better time if you tried forgetting Malfoy exists.”

Harry was only half-listening. Across the room, Malfoy inclined his head in their private way, ever so slightly, towards the left.

Harry coughed. “Er. Yeah. I think what I actually need is some… air.”

Ron clapped him on the back. “That’s the spirit. Come back with a fresh mindset and less Malfoy.” Hermione nodded her agreement. 

Harry slipped through the crowd and out into the empty corridor. Moments later, Malfoy followed.

“You look bloody hot in those robes,” Harry said.

“Yes, they are rather thick, and it is quite stuffy in there.”

“The other hot, you git.”

Malfoy’s mouth curved. “Mm. Come here, then.”

Harry was diligently washing the dishes when he felt Draco move in and snake his arms around his middle, hot breath ghosting across his neck. 

“Yes, love?” Harry asked, inclining his head to the side. Draco’s lips found their mark, placing lazy kisses while Harry continued to scrub.

“You’re taking too long,” Draco whined, his hands travelling lower and lower until Harry’s breath hitched and knuckles blanched around a dinner plate.

“I’m almost done, Draco,” Harry breathed.

“Oh, I think you’re done now,” Draco teased. 

“Am I?” His cheek was rewarded with a squeeze that tore a groan from his throat.

Harry’s head fell back to Draco’s shoulder with a heavy sigh and a curl to his lip. The dishes could wait, Draco’s greed could not. 

Commission for @garrulousgryffindor ‘s fic 🩷