Sparks From the Foxâs Tail by khalulu (17k, T)
Tags: Draco Malfoy Redemption, Magical Worldbuilding, Finnish Mythology and Folklore, Romance, Getting Together
He took the soap and turned to face Harry. He soaped Harryâs shoulders, his upper chest, swirling his fingers through the dark hair there. He dropped the soap and stared, gaping, heavy-lidded, at Harryâs darkened eyes and red red lips. Clumsily Draco stroked his face. Draco saw Harryâs mouth fall open. Harry moved back, turned, stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He shut off the water and held out a towel to Draco. Stupid, stupid, stupid, Draco told himself. Stupid to want. But stupidly, he still wanted. He was shaking again. âYouâre cold â get in bed,â Harry said, not meeting his eyes. Draco climbed beneath the covers. Oh â he hadnât put on pyjamas â it would be cold until his body warmed the sheets. But he was so tired. Harry lifted the covers and climbed into the bed with him. He hadnât put on pyjamas either. âBody heat,â he said in a strange husky voice, âitâs the best way to warm you quickly.â Draco turned to him, unable to help himself. He was falling, falling into Harryâs troubled eyes, falling into his arms, falling into the dark river of sleep, and he was gone.
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