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Fic by @arminaa8, art by meeee, as a birthday gift for @edieblakewrites and @soliblomst ❤️

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Within You Without You

arminaa @arminaa8

Chapters: 13/13 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Other(s) Additional Tags: Mind Healer Draco Malfoy, Ministry of Magic Employee Harry Potter, Depressed Harry Potter, In the Closet Harry Potter, Harry Potter in Denial, Anxious Harry Potter, Virgin Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy in the Muggle World, Draco Malfoy Redemption, Lonely Harry Potter, Harry Potter Gets Therapy, Harry Potter Gets the Love He Deserves, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Falls in Love, Supportive Hermione Granger, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley Friendship, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-Second Wizarding War with Voldemort (Harry Potter), Coming Out, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Mental Health Issues, Queer Themes, Ethical Dilemmas, Romance, Angst with a Happy Ending, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Loss of Virginity, First Time, Explicit Sexual Content, Pining, Sexual Identity, Panic Attacks, Internalized Homophobia, H/D Career Fair 2023

Summary:

Reaching out, Hermione wrapped her warm, soft hand around Harry's clammy one. “I’m sorry for pushing. I—we—only want to see you happy.” “I’m perfectly happy.” She scoffed and looked at him sternly even as she rubbed her thumb soothingly over the back of his hand. “Don’t lie to me, we both know that’s not true.”

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In the years following the end of the war, Harry has been depressed, lonely, stuck in a job he hates, and has actively avoided even thinking about his attraction to men. He's mortified when he begrudgingly visits a mind healer and discovers that it's his childhood nemesis.

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Excerpt:

Despite the cold, Harry didn’t once consider returning to the warmth of Ginny’s flat. Mostly because he was having too much fun talking to Draco. 

Draco was bent over, laughing uncontrollably after Harry had told him which Quidditch team Ron supported. “They’re not that bad!” Harry huffed. 

“Not that bad—when’s the last time they won the league? Two hundred years ago?” Draco snorted.

Harry’s mouth twitched as he worked to suppress a smile. “No…just a hundred.”

“Because that’s so much better,” said Draco with an eye roll. 

“I suppose you follow the Harpies?”

Draco’s nose wrinkled quite adorably. “Absolutely not. I support Puddlemere, who are actually decent.”

“Hey! The Harpies are decent, they’ve been playing well since Ginny joined. I thought you would’ve followed them because of Pansy,” Harry said with a shrug.

Draco fixed him with a look of disbelief, his brows raised high. “You’re deluded if you think Pansy gives one single shit about Quidditch outside of what she has to for her job.”

“How is she, by the way? I haven’t seen her since…well, you know,” Harry trailed off awkwardly. They both were aware that the last time Harry had seen Pansy was the night of the battle when she’d suggested giving him up to Voldemort. Maturity had given him the understanding that she’d been a frightened kid at that moment, and any ill will he might’ve held towards her had long passed. 

Draco looked at Harry with surprise, as if he was taken aback that Harry was asking about Pansy’s well-being. “She’s doing well—loves her job, it’s the perfect career for a dirty gossip like her,” Draco said fondly. 

Harry glanced back towards the party inside, which had become even more crowded since he’d joined Draco on the balcony. “I’m surprised she hasn’t come looking for you.”

“Are you? I’m not—I imagine she’s getting off somewhere with the man she was trying to pull earlier,” Draco said with amusement. 

Harry blushed and shifted his stance against the railing. “Oh. Good for her, I suppose.” 

Draco seemed to pick up on Harry's awkwardness. “Nothing wrong with an anonymous shag, Harry, as long as you’re safe about it,” he said. 

There were no anonymous shags in Harry’s immediate future, that was certain. He tried not to think too much about the combination of shagging and the person standing next to him. 

Harry again nudged his shoulder against Draco’s. “Alright, well, what about you, mister sex-positive mind healer? Can’t imagine you’d have any trouble pulling. Anyone caught your eye?” Harry asked and then blushed deeper at his own daring. He was trying to deflect the attention off of himself and hoped it wasn’t too obvious. 

Draco looked sideways at Harry and paused as he started to speak, mouth opening and snapping shut. His gaze then connected with Harry’s, and Harry froze, his heart racing. Surely he was misreading that look.

But then Draco inhaled, licked his lips, and said, “Yes, someone has.”

The air suddenly felt thick, heavy. Harry’s breath caught, and there was no mistaking it now—a first year could’ve picked up on the tension. Heat flooded through Harry as their eyes searched each other’s. Harry felt electrified and alive. 

With an uncharacteristic boldness, Harry reached out and placed his fingertips on Draco’s upper arm. The touch was so light it was almost nonexistent. “Draco…” he said, shocked at his own daring. 

Draco’s eyes were blazing, and Harry couldn’t look away, couldn’t stay away. 

He glanced down at Draco’s red-bitten mouth. His light touch on Draco’s arm turned into a tight, desperate grip, and Harry shifted closer without thinking, watching as Draco’s eyes fluttered closed. He paused with just millimetres separating them, Draco’s breath warm on his face, before surging forward and capturing Draco’s lips with his own. 

Draco stilled against him, his mouth slack against Harry’s in surprise. The shock must have passed quickly because Draco’s hands rose to weave through Harry’s hair—and Draco was kissing him back. 

Harry’s other arm moved up to wrap around the nape of Draco’s neck, and Harry backed him against the railing with his body.  His tongue sought entry into Draco’s mouth. Draco didn’t hesitate—he took control, licking into Harry’s mouth, their tongues meeting, twining, and Harry couldn’t think. He’d kissed and been kissed in the past, but never, ever like this. 

Harry moaned, low and quiet and then everything spiralled out of control. One of the hands buried in Harry’s hair shifted to grasp his jaw, tilting his head back. They broke apart for a split second and then returned to each other, again and again, as each kiss became hotter and more frantic.

Harry pushed his body firmly against Draco’s and he dragged his lips away to mouth across Draco’s jaw, then down to his neck where he lingered, savouring the sounds he pulled from Draco’s throat as he licked and kissed the delicate skin there. He travelled back up to Draco’s mouth where they met again, and Harry thought he could get addicted to this; thought he might already be.  

He pressed his hips boldly into Draco’s and was exhilarated when he felt another man’s hardness against his own for the first time. He moaned again into Draco’s mouth, and then—Draco was gone. He ripped his mouth away from Harry’s, shifted away from the balcony and staggered back, staring wide-eyed at Harry, breathing heavily. 

“Harry…this…” Draco swallowed tightly, his eyes closing. “This was a mistake,” he whispered.

Rare Pair week got a little dramatic, so to lighten things up a bit,we have an adorable, silly little Drarry getting together to get you through your day.

The (Chaotic) Courting of Harry James Potter by @arminaa8 Pairing: Draco x Harry Rating: E Length: 52 minutes Summary:

Harry's being courted. It's a shame he has no idea.

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