#alpha_exodus

Hi! I was looking for this fic I read a few years ago - Harry and Draco are new Unspeakables I believe, and they are appointed in the “Love” department. They hate each other, and end up getting into a fight that makes them fall into a fountain of Amortentia, which causes for them to not be able to keep their hands of each other - making them have tons of sex (but still hating each other). They eventually fall in love and get together. I think it’s under 30k?

Title: Through the flames we run

Has he ever really been in love before? He’s not actually sure, because every previous sexual encounter he can remember pales in comparison to this moment, to the desperate way he yearns to touch Draco even as Draco fucks into him—to the way Draco starts making little sighs and whimpers into his ear, ones that even sound like his name. It feels like he could die happy here in Draco’s arms. Which is why it’s so blatantly obvious when the Amortentia suddenly stops working. Harry can feel it, mid-thrust, as all of the love in his veins completely vanishes. And then it’s replaced with all the hatred and rage he’d been feeling in the moments before the fountain erupted, only stronger, because what the fuck have they just done? Above him, Malfoy stills, his face contorting into a stern frown. “Fuck,” he says, then louder, “Fuck!” Harry’s so fucking angry, which normally would have made him go soft by now. But his prick is still full, pulsing against his belly, and even more surprising is that he’s still feeling arousal so strong that it burns inside of him. Fuck. He still wants this.

Harry growls. “Go to hell, Malfoy.” Malfoy ignores the insult, and instead Harry hears his footsteps, soft in the carpet as Malfoy paces back and forth behind him. “It’s unfortunate that you and your friends managed to lose all of your house points just the other day,” Malfoy murmurs, and Harry resists the urge to snort—that does rather sound like something he would’ve done back at Hogwarts, after all. “So the question is,” Malfoy continues, “What sort of punishment shall I give you? Any suggestions?” Harry says nothing, eagerness thrumming in his veins, and Malfoy hmphs. And without any warning, Malfoy spells Harry’s robes off. Harry yelps, a warm knot of lust and excitement and a tiny bit of fear forming in his stomach as he stands there, wearing only his pants and t-shirt and that too-tight tie. “What the fuck are you doing?” he shouts. Malfoy chuckles. “Isn’t it obvious? You need to be taught a lesson, Potter.”

“I want to ride you,” he says. “I think about that a lot—I want to watch your face when I ride your cock.” “Fuck, that’s—that’d be so good,” Harry says, hand speeding as he strokes himself. “I—I think a lot about when we were in that broom closet. I wanted you to fuck me then. Even if you had just—turned me against the wall and fucked me there, I would’ve.” “Nngh,” Draco groans, and his hips buck. “Potter, don’t tell me that.” “Why not?” Harry asks, watching as the tip of Draco’s cock disappears into his hand and then appears again. He wants to suck it, he thinks. Fuck. “You’re going to make me think about sex whenever we’re in close proximity to a broom closet,” Draco says, glaring at him. “Very inconvenient.” Harry lets out a burst of laughter. “Did you know you’re ridiculous?” “I gathered that very early on in life and decided to go with it,” Draco says. “It’s your fault if you can’t deal with it.” “I like it,” Harry says. “It makes things interesting. Also, it’s your turn.”

Stepping in and looking uncharacteristically unsure of himself, Malfoy shuts the door and leans against it. “Potter.” “Malfoy,” Harry says, swallowing down the sour taste of hurt that threatens to leap out of his chest. “What do you want?” “Short version or long version?” “Short.” Malfoy looks away. “You.”