Carey ‘W’Recs Wednesday(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ presents: A Forward Path
umbrellaless22
Chapters: 95/95 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Additional Tags: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Power Exchange, Malfoy Tops from the Bottom Sorry I Don't Make the Rules, Sexual Inexperience, Kink Negotiation, Rough Sex, Dialogue Heavy, Original Character(s), D/s Dynamics (but not in a structured way), Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Nightmares, Fluff and Angst, But also plot, Pet Names, Bisexual Harry Potter, Found Family, Mental Health Issues, Therapy, Praise Kink, Orgasm Denial, Major Original Character(s), Panic Attacks, draco falls first, Protective Harry Potter, Minor Seamus Finnigan/Dean Thomas, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Minor Neville Longbottom/Ginny Weasley Series: Part 1 of A Forward Path
Summary:
The war may be over, but someone, or something, is exacting revenge on the Slytherins during Harry and Draco's eighth year. After Draco is attacked, Harry is corralled into helping him recover. Draco is not especially pleased.
Oh, an somewhere along the way, they quite accidentally adopt a first year.
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Excerpt:
“Why are you always around, always...badgering me with questions, touching me.”
Harry shrugged, “I dunno,” he lied, “you saved my life.”
“Barely,” Draco hissed, “And then you saved mine, full and proper. We’re even. If that’s all this is then we’re done, Potter. Deal’s off. I’ll fend for myself until I can leave this shithole behind and forget you ever existed.”
He turned to storm off but Harry called out after him, “Malfoy, wait. Stop, Draco, please.”
Harry hated how pitiful, how wretched and wrecked he sounded, weak. “That’s not all this is,” he pleaded.
Malfoy paused, his back still to Harry. He stood still for a long moment before turning back to face him.
“Then what?”
Heart beating wildly, slamming into his sternum like a caged animal, Harry stepped in close. He reached out again, his hand coming to rest at the base of Malfoy’s skull, the blond hair smooth and fine beneath his fingertips. Harry tilted his face down so they stood forehead to forehead. He felt his nose slide alongside Draco’s and he realised he was really going to do it this time.
“Fucking hell,” he whispered and then he pressed their mouths together.
Malfoy’s lips were fierce and responsive, pushing into Harry’s like he was feeding a hunger and maybe he was. His hands gripped Harry’s shirt and he yanked him forward, pressing their bodies close, demanding and belligerent. Harry backed him up the few feet to the side of the marble staircase, pressing Malfoy's lean body against the structure, never breaking from him.
The kiss was a manic, uncontrolled thing, the first sip of water following an afternoon of flying. The moment when you realise you’re parched, actually, and a sip will never be enough.
He had both hands on Draco now, the second one steadying the fine bone of his jaw so he could take and take, and Merlin, he wanted. He revelled in the faint scrape of stubble, the sharp angles of Malfoy’s hips, the push of Malfoy’s impatient tongue against his.
It was only the realisation that they were in the bloody entrance hall, feet away from the entrance to the Hufflepuff basement, that made Harry pull back with a pained little sound.
Malfoy’s eyes fluttered open, his mouth bright pink and his face flushed.
“Took you long enough,” Malfoy chided, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards.
Harry kissed him again, once, just quickly. “You could have just done it,” he groused.
“Psh,” Malfoy pulled a face, hands still resting on Harry’s hips, “Not likely. You scare easy, didn’t want to invoke a homosexual awakening and corresponding fracturing of your psyche too early. Always been a bit slow on the uptake, Potter.”
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