Written for @drarrymicrofic's prompt: Slide | Rating: E | Warnings: Smut | Read on Ao3
Dracoâs breath gets knocked out of him as Harry slides in, agonisingly slow, one hand on Dracoâs arse cheek to keep him open for him and the other grasping Dracoâs hand.
âToo fast?â Harry pants, pressing his forehead against Dracoâs shoulder in an attempt to keep himself steady.
Draco only whines, nearly fucking himself on Harry out of pure desperation.
Harry watches himself disappear inside Dracoâs body for a moment, relishing the show Draco has decided to perform for him. Until it entirely becomes too much for the both of them, and Harry decides to finally fuck Draco properly, gripping his hips with both of his hands.
Draco turns his head, unconcerned about the odd angle, as Harry leans in and moans into Dracoâs open mouth.
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Written for @harryjamespotterweek's prompts: Size Kink, Scars, Sex Toys, & Hate Sex | Warnings/Tags: PWP, Hate Sex, Rough Sex, Size Kink, Sectumsempra Scars, Sex Toy (Anal plug), Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Blowjob, Rimming, Light Bondage, Edging, Choking
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Summary/Excerpt: Sex with Potter was always rough. All claws and teeth â a hand wrapped around Dracoâs neck, fingernails on Dracoâs hips, and Potterâs filthy mouth panting against Dracoâs ear.
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Sex with Potter was always rough. All claws and teeth â a hand wrapped around Dracoâs neck, fingernails on Dracoâs hips, and Potterâs filthy mouth panting against Dracoâs ear.
âI fucking hate you, Draco.âÂ
Satisfaction bloomed within Draco at the frustrated expression plastered upon Potterâs face, knowing heâd been the very cause of it.Â
~
They had been in the Ministry Gala not even an hour before, with Potterâs green eyes piercing through Draco from across the table. Draco made sure theyâd been seated right across from each other, so he could slide his socked foot up Potterâs leg.Â
Potter ignored him at first, but there was no mistaking the tightening of his fingers around his glass. He tried to close his legs a short moment after Draco settled his ankle against Potterâs knee, but Draco thought quicker than him, sliding his foot right on Potterâs wool-clad crotch, trapping it between Potterâs thighs.Â
âThe wine is exquisite, Minister,â Draco praised, licking his lips as Potter let out a soft gasp when Draco pressed his foot more firmly against Potterâs clothed cock.Â
âIâm pleased to hear it suits your fine taste, Mister Malfoy.â Shacklebolt smiled proudly. âI hope youâll be as delighted with our dinner. I especially picked out the most luxurious Jamaican dishes, and I plan on developing a trade of goods between my home country and Wizarding Britain this year.âÂ
âIâm sure the dinner will be just as ravishing,â Draco drawled, eyeing Potter before he made a show of closing his eyes in delight when the first dish was served in front of them.Â
Draco settled his foot on Potterâs inner thigh for the entirety of their meal, brushing his heel against Potter whenever he spoke to someone else at the table. Potter tolerated it, until Draco dragged his foot along the length of Potterâs entire cock, now fully hard.Â
Potter visibly jumped, earning him looks from almost everyone around the expansive dining table.Â
âAlright, Harry?â asked Weasley, glancing suspiciously at Draco before turning his gaze back at Potter.Â
âYeah,â Potter said, breathless. âI just need some air. If youâll excuse me.â
Potter left the table without another word, and Draco followed halfway through his meal, as to not be too suspicious.Â
He found Potter outside, hidden behind the grand oak tree Draco was certain was older than the both of them combined, a cigarette between his lips as he leaned against the brick wall.Â
âTook you long enough,â Potter spat, flicking off his fag and crushing it beneath his boot.Â
Before Draco could come up with a snarky remark, Potter crossed the space between them, latching is hot, wet mouth against Draco. Out of habit, Draco slot his knee between Potterâs legs.Â
But Potter seemed to have a different idea, backing Draco to the wall and snogging him senseless until Draco had to pull away to catch his breath.
âPotterââÂ
Without another word, Potter flicked his hand, and a silk magically appeared around Dracoâs wrists, tying them together and pinning them in place above his head.
Oh.Â
âIf youâre going to act like a cock-hungry whore, youâre going to get treated like one.âÂ
Draco barely had any time to grasp what was happening when Potter knelt before him, hurriedly unbuckled his belt, and pulled his trousers down along with his pants. He inhaled a sharp breath when the cool autumn air hit his cock.Â
Potter made a show of mouthing at Dracoâs tip, lapping around it like some â well, some cock-hungry whore, but Draco was too occupied with the velvety warmth of Potterâs mouth to make his point.Â
âSo big,â Potter moaned. âSo fucking perfect for me. You like this, hm?â He took Draco even deeper, only pulling off to spit on his palm and wrap a first around the base of Dracoâs cock. âYou like my throat around your dick? Tell me you like it, Draco.âÂ
âI love your mouth,â Draco gasped when Potter started fucking Dracoâs cock into his mouth hungrily, desperately. âI love it when you suck me off like youâre made for it, Harry.âÂ
They only called each other by their names whenever they fucked. It was not something they particularly agreed on, but neither of them had complained in the past six months, and Draco hadnât exactly thought of calling Potter by his first name outside of their rendezvous.Â
Potterâs eyes, lightning green and striking, stared through Draco as he opened his throat a bit more, taking Draco deeper than heâd ever taken him. Draco shut his eyes closed, eyebrows furrowing as Harryâs name fell from his lips. âHarry, god, donât stop. Fuck â fuck --â Pleasure rose from the depths of him, his knees growing weak, mouth going slack, and fingernails digging through his own palms.
On the brink of Dracoâs orgasm, Harry pulled off, and the pleasure stopped.Â
Draco opened his eyes to find Potter wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, tucking Draco back into his pants and smirking devilishly as he rose from the ground.Â
âDonât like the taste of your own medicine?â Potter smirked.Â
âFuck you, Potter.âÂ
âWith pleasure.âÂ
~
The Apparition to Potterâs flat made Draco dizzy, as though he just downed an entire bottle of whiskey. Upon trying to balance himself, he realised Potter didnât even bother to untie his wrists. Draco shut his eyes and braced himself to fall face flat on Potterâs hardwood floor, but Potter wrapped a steady arm around his waist, unabashedly pressing his fucking crotch against Dracoâs arse.Â
âBend over.â Potterâs breath was hot against Dracoâs ear.Â
Without another word, Potter vanished both of their clothes with a flick of his wand. Draco shivered, gooseflesh rising on his skin as Potterâs magic wrapped around him like an intoxicating curse.
Potter placed a firm palm on the back of Dracoâs neck, guiding him to the red velvet couch and bending him over.Â
âDraco ââÂ
Draco smirked, cheek against the cushion as he looked back at Potter smugly. He arched his back even more, relishing the surprise on Potterâs face as he eyed the plug nestled into Dracoâs hole.Â
âDraco,â Potter sighed. He reached for the base of the plug, pressing a firm finger against it and pushing it back. Draco closed his eyes, breath hitching as pleasure jolted within him. He knew there was no other way to end this night than to fuck Harry â or rather, be fucked by Harry, so Draco got himself ready earlier that evening by fucking himself with his fingers at the thought of Harry. Both for the intent of preparation and because he knew Harry would like it.Â
âFuck me, Harry,â Draco panted.Â
Harry was already hard, pre-come glazing the tip of his pink cock. He pumped himself a few times, gaze never leaving the sight of the plug in Dracoâs arse. Dracoâs mouth watered at the sight. He wanted Harry to fuck him now, the desperation nearly all-consuming.
But Harry had different plans. He pinched the base of the plug between two fingers, pulling at it before letting go with only the tip in, and letting Dracoâs body pull it back.Â
âOh.â The protest was at the tip of Dracoâs mouth, but pleasure and want only kept building up within him. So, he resorted submitting rather than complaining. âOh, Harry.âÂ
âYeah?â Harry hummed, fucking the plug slowly into Draco. âYou like that?â
Draco closed his eyes, mouth going slack as he tilted his hips higher. He could come like this â untouched, only by the mercy of his plug and Harryâs fingers. âHmmpphhh â Harry, fuck, fuck, fuck ââ He was close again, cock sensitive from rubbing against the velvet couch. He thrashed under Harry, whimpers falling from his lips like a whispered prayer, a promise, a curse â begging for Harry to let him come.Â
Without warning, Harry pulled the plug from Dracoâs arse. Draco gasped. He could feel himself gaping and dripping from the lube, his hole desperate to be fucked.Â
Harry shifted above him, dipping the cushion with his weight. Draco braced himself to be filled by Harryâs cock, but something wet, hotter, and softer pressed against his hole.
The moan that spilled from Dracoâs mouth wouldâve embarrassed him if it werenât for the scorching pleasure soaring through him like lightning blazing through a sky. Harryâs mouth kissed Dracoâs hole, tongue prodding at it like Draco was something to devour.Â
Draco had never come from rimming before. No doubt, it was pleasurable to him, and it aroused him to the point of neediness, but he never found it to push him over the edge. It was a pleasure that crossed the line but not quite enough to finish him off.Â
Until the moment Harry inserted a single finger alongside his tongue, pumping slowly until he was knuckle deep. Draco wanted to cry from it. He was certain heâd do anything just to come â heâd live and die and go to the ends of the earth if it meant Harry made him come by his tongue and finger. There wasnât anything Draco wanted more.Â
But like all the pleasure brought by Harry tonight, he pulled away, leaving Draco panting, desperate, wanting, on the verge of madness from it all.Â
Draco was limp and boneless, sedated by being brought to the edge, as he let Harry turn him over to his back.Â
âFuck you, Potter,â he said weakly.Â
âI fucking hate you, Draco,â Harry said. Both of them knew it didnât matter if they hated each other or not â not when Harry was finally pushing inside Draco with a punched out gasp.Â
The tension coiled within Draco like a whirlwind brewing through a thunderstorm. A tear rolled down his cheekbone when Harryâs cock slid inside of him, overwhelming relief rushing through him. Harry started moving, slowly and earnestly at first, like Draco was delicate and untouched. Like he was someone in need of softness.Â
Sex with Potter was always rough. All claws and teeth â a hand wrapped around Dracoâs neck, fingernails on Dracoâs hips, and Potterâs filthy mouth panting against Dracoâs ear.Â
But sex with Harry â his Harry, was always gentle. Soft lips mouthing at the intricacy of Dracoâs silver scars; calloused palms caressing the expanse of Dracoâs body; lightning green eyes rolling back from pleasure.Â
Draco didnât know who he wanted more. But heâd always been a selfish man, unashamedly so. He decided he wanted to have them both.Â
With what was left of his strength, he hiked both of his legs up and settled them atop Harryâs broad shoulders. Harry opened his eyes, mouth slightly agape in surprise as Draco gazed up at him in challenge.Â
âFuck me like you hate me, Potter,â he said through clenched teeth.Â
Harry let out a breath, eyes darkening as he held Dracoâs calves on his shoulders, hips pistolling into Draco like he was being paid for it. He fucked and fucked until Draco was reduced into aching hunger, his mouth only ever knowing how to moan Harryâs name.Â
Above Draco, Harry was a powerful storm blazing through his violent desire. He was anger and rage and fire bursting into flames â a feverish desperation clinging to Dracoâs bones. Draco wanted only to have him â all of him â both Potter and Harry. He thought he could die from it and live for it. He would kill for it.Â
He opened his eyes just in time to marvel at Harry in all his orgasmic glory â mouth hung open and eyebrows furrowed as he pumped his hips harder and faster. Like he was desperate for this as much as Draco was. Like there was nothing he craved more than being inside Draco.Â
It hit Draco when Harry opened his eyes in post-orgasmic haze, starlit emerald eyes telling more than words ever could.Â
I hate you; I hate you; I love you.Â
Draco came as he looked into Harryâs eyes, with Harryâs name falling from his lips like sinful and heavenly poetry all at once.Â
I love it when other characters refer to James Sirius Potter as âJamieâ. Like his name is great and all and literally a ship name for your bi dad and gay godfather, Harry đ but Jamie gives James Sirius an identity outside of being named after Harryâs parental figures; outside of the shadow of the saviour's son and his quidditch captain mum.
James Sirius has his fatherâs eyes and hair but has his motherâs freckles. Jamie has dyed his hair blue highlights and got an eyebrow piercing from a muggle piercing shop. Jamie likes art and music more than he likes quidditch. Jamie wants to be a musician but not like Celestina Warbeck, more like Mick Jagger from The Rolling Stones. Jamie prefers e-cigarettes rather than traditional ones, despite Teddy telling him it woud rarely make a difference when youâre burning your lungs away.
James Sirius gave Teddy handpicked flowers from Mollyâs garden when they were small children. But Jamie gives Teddy a handmade onyx ring set on platinum.
âDonât flatter yourself,â Jamie says. âIâm not proposing yet.â
Teddy laughs, hair turning fuchsia to match the flush on his cheeks. âLove you too, Jamie.â
Written for @sapphicmicroficsâs prompt: Hands & @drarrymicrofic's prompt: Slide | Rating: E | Warnings/Tags: Femme Drarry, Dirty talk, Nipple licking, Masturbation, Vaginal Fingering, Squirting, Cunnilingus | Read on Ao3Â
A/N: This is my first time writing femslash (I think?) So please let me know what you think! :)
A shaky breath leaves Draco, her stomach coiling with tension as Harryâs emerald eyes pierce daggers into her. Harry sits naked at the edge of their bed, beautifully so, her plump breasts in full view for Draco to admire.
âWe donât have to do it, if you donât want to,â Harry says. The strain in her voice lets Draco know she wants this as much as her. Has wanted it for a long time.Â
âI want to,â Draco replies. The hand that rests on her left thigh slides between her legs, close enough to the wet heat of her cunt but not touching. Not yet. âI want you to watch.âÂ
Harry licks her lips, raising a hand to push back a curl thatâs fallen in front of her eyes, gaze never leaving Draco.Â
Draco gasps as she circles her clit lightly with her ring finger. Her hand is cold against the heat of her pussy, eliciting a spark of pleasure that has her rocking her hips, desperate for more. But she wants to take this slow. Wants to prolong it as long as she can.Â
She keeps teasing herself, adding another finger, sliding them from her clit and dipping them into her entrance, pulling out before the first knuckle. A string of soft sighs and whimpers fall from her lips, hips shifting with the movement of her fingers.Â
âTell me what to do,â Draco says quietly. She can feel the heat rushing to her cheeks, embarrassment threatening to bloom within her. Neither of them have done this before. âTell me what you want.âÂ
Harry opens her mouth, then closes it again, looking deep in thought. âTease yourself a bit longer. Andâ here, let me,â She shuffles forward, a warm hand reaching for Dracoâs breast. A moan leaves Dracoâs mouth as Harry rolls her nipple between her thumb and index finger. âDip your fingers in, all the way through.âÂ
Draco follows, becoming wetter as Harryâs hot breath fans over her cheek.Â
âHold them there,â Harry instructs. âDonât move.â She massages both of Dracoâs breasts with her hands, thumbs running over Dracoâs pink nipples as she does so.Â
Draco wants to close her eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. But she doesnât want to miss the sight of Harry pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, looking at Draco as though she wants to devour her whole.Â
Harry leans down, latches her wet mouth on Dracoâs right nipple. Draco howls, her hand involuntarily jerking inside of her.Â
âYouâre so beautiful,â Harry murmurs against her chest. âAll for me.â She tortures Draco longer, not instructing her to do anything but keep her fingers inside of her pussy as Harry laps and bites and sucks at her nipples.Â
âHarry,â Draco whines. Her legs are shaking by now, and her fingers are soaked with liquid want.Â
âThought I was the one in charge here?â Harry pulls off, arching a thick brow.Â
Draco frowns, fighting the urge to kick her right then and there. âYouâre a menace.âÂ
Harry laughs, sitting up straighter as to get a better view of Dracoâs cunt. âGo on, love. Fuck your fingers inside of your pussy.âÂ
With shaking hands, Draco pulls her fingers out of her dripping cunt. She dips them in again, down to her last knuckles, then scissors them inside of her. Her hips rise from the bed, following the movements of her fingers as she fucks herself faster and harder. âHarry, hnghhhhh, fuck, fuckââÂ
âThatâs right,â Harry hums. âFuck yourself like how you want to be fucked.âÂ
How the fuck is Harry so good at this?Â
âStart rubbing your clit with your thumb,â Harry says, breathless.Â
Draco does, whimpers when orgasm starts to roll at the pit of her stomach. Harry reaches for one of her legs, hikes it up against her hip, creating a new angle that leaves Draco moaning loudly. Sheâs so close, so fucking close. She wants to cry from the pleasure of it.Â
âCome, Draco.â is all she needs to hear from Harry. Draco does, squirting all over her hand as she moaned Harryâs name through her orgasm. When she comes down from the high, she opens her eyes to see Harry peering down at her hungrily. Heat rushes through Dracoâs cheeks, realising the mess sheâs made of their bed.
Harryâs darkening eyes travel from Dracoâs wet hands and stomach to her breasts, then to her face. âI want to taste you,â she says, sliding down the bed, her face between Dracoâs legs as she licks her clean.Â
for @microficmay's prompts: Praise (Day 4) & Climax (Day 14) | Rating: E | CW: Use of religion (catholicism) as kink, Priest Kink, Church Sex | Read on Ao3
âForgive me father, for I have sinned.â A shaky breath leaves his lips as his knees touch the icy, hardwood floors.Â
âTo which sin do you apologise for?â The priest, dressed devilishly in black silk, asks. His eyes are whitish silver â as though pure and untouched.Â
Pleasure blazes inside of the man who kneels. He parts his lips, and instead of words, forgiveness comes in the form of heated skin against his tongue.Â
His breath catches in his lungs as his eyes brim with tears. Blood draws on his palms as he takes in the man deeper.Â
A small gasp leaves the priestâs mouth, followed by words rasping against his own throat as he tries to catch his breath. âYou are forgiven.âÂ
The green-eyed man blinks, a smile creeping upon his lips. âThank you, father.â
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Written for @harryjamespotterweek's Day #1 Prompt: Body Worship | Rating: E | Warnings: PWP, Blowjob, Deepthroating, Praise Kink, Cock Worship | Read on Ao3
âYouâre so good, Harry,â Draco says, hot breath fanning over the perspiration on Harryâs skin. âSo good for me.âÂ
Draco sinks down to his knees, silver eyes blazing through Harry as pale, aristocratic hands rest on his hips, thumbing at the hipbone through his jeans. Dracoâs movements are calculated: the slide of a finger under the leather of Harryâs belt, looping it through the metal buckle; shiny, perfectly manicured nails sliding under the waistband of Harryâs pants; Dracoâs warm, silky tongue licking the underside of Harryâs weeping cock.Â
âFuck, Draco,â is all Harry can say, over and over again when Dracoâs lips wrap around Harryâs cock, sliding him into Dracoâs hot, velvety mouth.Â
âI love your cock,â Draco says, pulling off to suck harder on Harryâs tip. âLove the way you fit in my mouth.â He takes Harry in deeper, teeth grazing ever so slightly on Harryâs skin, just the way Harry likes.Â
Harry moans when his cock hits the back of Dracoâs throat. The sight before him is so filthy and raw a part of him is almost ashamed. Almost. Dracoâs eyes roll back when Harry pumps his hips, driving his cock deeper down Dracoâs throat. He doesnât choke on it, just taking it like he was made perfectly for Harryâs dick. Dracoâs mouth is so hot and tight and smooth and perfect andâÂ
Saliva dribbles down Dracoâs chin as he gets Harry wetter from root to tip. âFuck my throat like how you would fuck my hole. Then come inside me. I want it Harryâ I want you so bad. Want your come in my mouth. Want you to fill me up.âÂ
With that, Draco goes back to sucking Harry off like his life depends on it. He takes Harry even deeper, deeper than before and deeper than heâs ever gone. His throat tightens around Harryâs length, holds him there for a few seconds, then pulls off almost to the tip before going back down again.Â
Harry is dizzy from the pleasure of it. He grasps the strands of Dracoâs platinum blond hair for leverage, grip tightening as he fucks himself in Dracoâs mouth as Draco wished. âGod, Draco, youâre so perfectâ so fucking good for meââÂ
And then Harryâs coming with a cry, Dracoâs name spilling from his tongue like heavenly sin and Draco just takes it. Takes all of it and sucks Harry harder through his orgasm and swallows all of Harryâs come, licking him until thereâs nothing left.
Draco pulls off with a pop, lips red and swollen. âGood?â He has the nerve to ask.
Harry only kneels down to his level and takes Dracoâs mouth with his, tasting himself on Dracoâs tongue. Â
Written for @drarrymicroficâs prompt: Devilish | Rating: E | Warnings: Blowjob, Exhibitionism, Dom/sub undertones | Read on Ao3
Harry looks up, devilishly handsome as he kneels before Draco in a (not so) secluded corner of a club. The flickering lights turn Harryâs unruly hair midnight blue, and as Draco blinks, fiery burgundy.Â
Draco inhales sharply as Harry reaches to undo Dracoâs belt buckle, fingertips scorching as they graze ever so slightly against Dracoâs torso.
âWould you be good for me?â Harry blinks, feigning innocence as he pulls Dracoâs cock out of his pants.
All Draco can do is nod helplessly as Harry takes him in his mouth, lightning green eyes blazing through Draco.Â
written for @drarrymicrofic's prompt: New Beginning | inspired by Like Real People Do by Hozier | CW: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Insecurities | Read on Ao3
Soft rumbles of thunder emitted from a sky bruised with purple and dark blues. Draco laid beneath it, his head pillowed on a patch of grass. Lips slightly parted, he breathed in the scent of petrichor, reminding him of the storm that there is to come.Â
The first droplet of drizzle landed on his cheek, making him flinch. Yet he remained, unmoving as the lake nearby.Â
It didnât take long until it was pouring. His clothes clung to his skin, the ivory linen uncomfortably cold and wet. He knew it was already ruined, stained by the mud and remnants of dried leaves. He would never have the heart to look at it again, knowing what it looked like before. It looked so perfect, almost unreal.Â
The clouds cried and cried, cried as though it were tears of grief. Cried as though they were the ones about to lose everything.
When the first blaze of lightning slashed through the sky, Draco could no longer hold his agony.Â
And so he cried. Cried and cried until his mouth was dry and his throat hurt. Cried until his eyes burnt like wildfire, a river of tears flowing yet never eliminating the sting.Â
Draco almost missed the sound of leather boots sinking on muddy soil. The storm had started to calmed a bit, but his sobs have only gotten stronger.Â
He could feel someone beside himâa familiar warmth and the distinct scent of spices and lilies.Â
Draco quieted down, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.Â
âSâokay.â Harry mumbled softly. Too soft that it almost made Draco weep again. âItâs just me.âÂ
Draco wanted to say it wasnât âjustâ Harry. It was never âjustâ Harry. It was his homeâ all that was left of it.Â
A handâtoo cold for Dracoâs comfort, but he didnât mindâlaid on top of his, rubbing the water that has settled on surface of his skin.Â
That was when Draco broke down again.Â
Almost no sound had left his mouth, only dry heaves as he frantically apologised. âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry, I know Iâm not perfect andââÂ
âSâokay.â Harry kept repeating, as though it was the truth. âItâs just a ceremony.âÂ
But it wasnât just a ceremony. It was supposed to be their wedding. They had it all planned for more than half a yearâfrom the date and venue down to the flowers scattered along the secret garden.Â
Draco waited all his life to marry Harry. But as he stood at the end of the altarâlooking back at Harryâs handsome faceâDraco knew he deserved none of it.Â
And so he turned his back before he could fully watch Harryâs fallen expression, running away from everything he has ever dreamt of. Running away from the life he desperately wanted to hold at the palm of his hands.Â
âIâm sorry.â Draco kept repeating. Despite his honesty, the words felt like lies spilling from his lips. He hated himself the most. He hated himself for hurting Harry.Â
âSâokay.â Harry echoed. âWe shouldnât have rushed into it. Iâm sorry.âÂ
Draco opened his eyes, squinting at the sudden burn from all the crying. He was met by the sight of Harry, handsomely dishevelled. His clothes just as ruined as Dracoâs.Â
The truth was, they werenât rushing into it at all. They had been together for four years until they decidedâ thoughtâ to get married. It was Dracoâs idea, because Harry kept telling him of his dreams to be married and start a family he so longed for. Draco didnât want to keep him away from that. All he ever wanted was for Harry to be happy, and now he was ruined. They both were. And it was all Dracoâs fault.Â
âItâs not your fault.âÂ
It was as though Harry had read Dracoâs mindâhe probably did.Â
âYou donât have to pretend it isnât,â Draco says, his voice hoarse. He couldnât look directly at Harryâs eyes. He was afraid of what he might seeâafraid of hurting Harry even more.Â
Harry takes a shaky breath. âWe donât have to get married.âÂ
âHarryââÂ
âMarriage is just an economical proposition or some shit people made up to get miserable people to stay together.âÂ
Draco looked at Harry. âWe are miserable.âÂ
âNo, we arenât.â Harry denied, even though they both knew Draco was right.Â
They fell silent for a while. The rain finally stopped, light slowly replacing the darkness of the sky.Â
âWe donât have to get married now,â Harry says. Draco could tell he was hurting, and all he wanted to do was to take Harryâs pain away and give it to himself. He would take Harryâs pain even if they were sharp knives; even if they were the worse of curses; even if it were the kiss of death. But Draco knew couldnât, not when he was the one causing Harry pain.Â
âBut itâs your dream,â Draco replies softly, full of regret.Â
âYou are my dream, Draco.â Harryâs bottom lip quivered, as though he was just as frustrated as Draco was to himself. âAnd if you arenât ready for marriage now, we can do it later. When weâre both a little bit older and wiserâŠâ He trailed off. âHell, we could never do it even.âÂ
âHarryââÂ
âMarriage means nothing if itâs not with you.â Harry reached out, cupping Dracoâs face with his hands. âAnd I can wait, I promise. For as long as you wantâ needâ even if it takes me a hundred lifetimes.âÂ
âAnd what if Iâm never ready?â Draco asked. He thought heâd never been more afraid of saying something until this moment. âWhat if Iâm not fit for marriage?âÂ
âYou are not obliged to marry me,â Harry said, firm as though he had been so sure of his decision all his life. âI mean it when I say we could never get married and Iâd still love you.âÂ
Warmth blossomed within Draco. He loved Harry too, he always will.Â
âWhether youâll ever be ready or not, I still love you.â Harry whispers, as though he was keeping a secret. âAnd if the time comes, Iâll be here waiting. Iâm a patient man, Draco. I would wait longer than forever for you.âÂ
Draco laughed wetly, pressing a kiss against Harryâs lips just to keep him from promising things Draco didnât deserve. He kissed Harry harder and pulled him closer, even though he didnât deserve it. To him, Harry would always be too good to be true, too good to be his.Â
He knew he didnât deserve a lot of things, but Harry deserved everything . Harry deserved to be held, through his worse and better days. He deserved to wake up in a soft bed, his body wrapped in warm blankets, pressed against the one he loves. He deserved a cup of freshly brewed coffee against his lips every morning; his fingertips stained with pigment as he painted the most beautiful scenery there was to exist.Â
Harry deserved to be loved . And so Draco loved himâ lovesâ and will love him for as long as he lived, for as long as he could, for far longer than the end of time.Â
Draco wasnât certain about many things, but he was certain that heâd love Harry, even after the last of his breath, even after the last of the stars have finally dimmed their light. Even if heâll never be ready.