An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Characters: Blaise Zabini, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom
Additional Tags: Amnesia, Explicit Sexual Content, Loss of Virginity, Virgin Harry Potter, Bisexuality, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Romance, Blow Jobs, Praise Kink, Origami, Humor, Secrets, Friendship, Blaise Zabini is a Good Friend
In their 8th year Harry gets Obliviated and forgets the entire Wizarding world. Draco is tasked with teaching Harry how to be a wizard. Blaise sees it as their second chance, Draco is pretty sure it will be a disaster.
“I heard-“
“I bet you did. I bet Granger and Weasley told you all that there is to know about me,” Draco interrupted hotly and shoved the sleeve of his robes up to show Potter the Dark Mark. He hadn’t taken it willingly, but it was there now, and he was done feeling ashamed for it.
“I don’t think this is all you are, Draco,” Potter said and brushed his hair aside, so the lightning bolt shaped scar was visible, “like this isn’t all I am.”
“Potter,” Draco said and had no idea how to finish.
“You should call me Harry,” Potter said and held out his hand, “That is my name.”
“I’m glad you said yes, Draco,” Harry said. He was too close, a few times as they walked down the street their fingers nearly brushed.
“It’s nice to leave the school from time to time,” Draco replied.
Harry stopped, they were just outside the village, and took Draco’s hand. He looked at it and Draco did too and then Harry took a deep breath and Draco looked at his face. There really was something about his eyes: they were just so green.
“I’m not sure I made this clear when I asked, but this is a date, Draco. I asked you out.”
Draco sighed. “Yes, Harry, I know this is a date.”
“Just a moment ago it didn’t sound like you did at all. It sounded like you wanted to brush me and my feelings for you aside and I can only think of one reason for that,” Harry said. “You might like me but you don’t fancy me.”
“And it’s fine, I mean, I guess with our history it’s a miracle we are friends now and you let me hold your hand in public and I didn’t even ask if you liked boys and girls like me, I just assumed because-“
Draco put his free hand on Harry’s cheek. He was cradling it gently and Harry stopped talking immediately.
“I don’t like boys and girls like you,” he said and then hurried to finish that sentence because Harry seemed like he wanted to pull away, “I only like boys and well men, that way.”
“Oh,” Harry said and his lips looked kind of perfect and tempting, but Draco had to make things clear for Harry first.
“And I do fancy you,” Draco said. Harry smiled and it was hard to breathe for a long moment, but Draco got a grip, because he had to. “I just think you need to be aware that this won’t be all rainbows and candy, Harry.”
“Because people don’t know I fancy boys as well?”
“That is one reason, the other reason is because you fancy me,” Draco said and hell, he didn’t want to care about that. He wanted to be selfish, like he used to be when he was still a child, but over the last few weeks, months really, he started to really care for Harry, and he wanted Harry to be happy. The backlash from Harry being involved with him would be severe.
“I’m aware that people won’t like it, Draco and I don’t care. My friends will come around, or they aren’t really my friends. Blaise has your back, right?” Harry asked.
Draco nodded. Of course, Blaise had his back. Blaise was the reason, Draco was even here right now, holding Harry’s hand in public. Not that anyone was around just yet, but that would change.
“Why wouldn’t I be alright, Harry,” Draco asked.
“Because when we started our lessons all those weeks ago, you had to conceal a bruise on you jaw, Draco,” Harry said.
“I’ll be fine,” Draco said. He couldn’t promise that, but he had no intention to let anyone corner him like that every again. He had enough of that to last him a lifetime.
“I really want you to kiss me now, Draco,” Harry said and licked his lips.
And who was Draco to tell the boy who lived no?
Besides he didn’t want to tell Harry no, he wanted to feel Harry’s lips pressed against his. “First time kissing a boy?” Draco asked.
Harry nodded and in that moment Draco really wanted to make this good for Harry, more than good, amazing. Nothing short of amazing would do here, Draco decided.
He leaned in and brushed his lips over Harry’s gently, he pulled back and then did it again and again and again, until Harry groaned. Draco smirked and licked Harry’s bottom lip gently, he was totally absorbed in the feel of Harry’s lips under his tongue and then Harry squeezed his hand and opened up to him and Draco didn’t lose any time to dive in deep, to explore Harry’s mouth with his tongue and his lips. Harry pulled him closer, his hands found their way to Draco’s waist. Draco could tell that Harry wasn’t a very experienced kisser, but he was learning fast, picking up on things Draco did and liked. Things were getting heated, so Draco slowed the kiss down and then stepped away, Harry followed him and then blinked.
“That was…” Harry trailed off and then licked his lips. The green of his eyes was nearly swallowed by the black of his arousal. Draco wanted to dive right back in, but he refrained.
Harry grinned. “Amazing.”
Draco nodded, self-satisfied, it was nothing less than he had aimed for.
