An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 12/12
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Millicent Bulstrode/Hermione Granger
Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Millicent Bulstrode, Neville Longbottom, Ginny Weasley
Additional Tags: Glasses kink, HP: EWE, Aurors, Unspeakables, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, But not quite in that order?, Time Turner, physics kink, Quidditch
Summary:
Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter assumed they would never be anything but civil enemies, until Potter lands on Malfoyās doorstep, bleeding, covered in curses, and acting very strangely indeed.
Okay,ā Potter said, and reached for Dracoās belt.
Draco backed away, bumping into the escritoire. Potter followed. "What? You werenāt supposed to⦠whatāre you playing at, Potter? Youāre not⦠Iām notāā
āYes I am. And so are you. And if the Wizarding World knew it would be a complete pain in the arse, which is why neither of us has made a big noise about it.ā Potter had the belt unbuckled and was working on the fly, and Draco should try to stop him, butā¦
āBut we hate each other.ā Which was better than ābut you were supposed to say noā, but not by much.
Potter stopped, hands clutching the open V of Dracoās trousers. āBecause wanting to shove your cock down someone elseās throat is about love? This is about power, Malfoy. I get that. Itās always been about power between us. You have something I want: your silence. And I have something you want in return. Mine.ā
It was a trick. It had to be. Potter was calling Dracoās bluff, that was all. He expected Draco to back down first. Because he was right, it had always been about power between them.
Draco leaned back and braced his hands on the edge of the escritoire. āThen youāre doing a lot of talking for someone whoās offering his silence.ā
Potter smiled, the annoying smile of someone who has a secret, and slid his hand down to cup Dracoās flaccid cock.
Ffffuuuck. Potterās hand warmed the silk of Dracoās trunks, stroking Dracoās cock awake. And even though Draco wanted to do nothing more than close his eyes and give himself over to the impossible reality of Harry Potter giving him a hand-job, he kept his gaze locked with Potterās. This wasnāt sex. This was a standoff. Potter would back down before Draco did.
Which meant a little taunting could only speed matters along. āYouāve done this before,ā Draco said, letting his lip curl as though that could only be a shameful thing. He rolled his hips, pressing into Potterās hand.
Potterās smile widened. āDidnāt I already admit that?ā
āI just assumed a certain level of natural prudery. Arenāt you and the Weasletteāā Dracoās taunt ended on a choked sound when Potterās grip tightened to the point of pain.
āAre you really stupid enough to insult my friends when your balls are in my hand?ā
Draco was no longer sure how stupid he was, how stupid Potter could make him. It seemed less and less likely that Potter was going to back down, which meant soon it would be Potterās teeth threatening him, and it was stupid how hard that thought made him.
A fact Potter seemed very aware of. He shoved Dracoās trousers down to his thighs. āGinny and I arenāt together anymore, so fidelityās not an issue. Thanks for your concern.ā He knelt in front of Draco, lifting his cock and opening his mouth and holy fuck Potter was actually going to do this andā
āWait.ā Draco released his death grip on the escritoire and grabbed Potterās shoulders. The part of Draco that couldnāt back down warred with the part that couldnāt force Potter to suck him off in exchange for⦠anything. He looked down, and everything about what he saw seemed disconnected and surreal. His hard cock. Potterās hand. Potterās eyes, and those stupid glasses. āWhat are you⦠how can you⦠why are you doing this?ā
āDo you want me to stop?ā
āIām doing this because I want to.ā Green, green eyes met his, made larger and more earnest by those stupid fucking glasses. āIām not ashamed of wanting you, Draco,ā Potter said, and his eyes, Iām not ashamed of you.