#switch!draco

Draco had had the audacity to paint his fingernails black, and had adorned his fingers with half a dozen rings in shades of black and silver. Apart from his usual signet ring bearing his family crest, the others were simple, minimalist - solid bands wrapping his digits, vines climbing up his knuckles, two snake heads meeting, their black jeweled eyes glinting vaguely in the low light of the pub.

Harry swallowed hard as Draco lifted his glass of wine to his lips, sipping at the burgundy liquid. He placed the drink back down, delicately tapping his nails against the glass.

“Harry…Harry!” Ron waved his hand in front of the Gryffindor’s face, snapping him out of his trance. “You alright, mate?”

“Yeah..yeah..fine, I mean-” Harry looked at Ron, seeing through him as his mind buzzed. He looked back over at Draco, taking in his small smile as he spoke to Luna. “I’m not feeling the best to be honest-” Harry grimaced at his best friend before downing the remains of his pint, “-might go home.”

Before Ron could even speak, Harry was pushing back his chair with a loud squeal. He grabbed Draco’s hand from the other side of the table, pulling him up. His friends looked at him with confusion. “Sorry, not feeling the best. Need to go home.”

Draco rolled his eyes at his boyfriend, waving goodbye to everyone as he was yanked away from the table and through the pub. Once they were outside, Harry pulled him into a searing kiss, apparating them back to their apartment. They stumbled as they landed, pulling apart.

“What on Earth has gotten into you?” Draco asked with a chuckle, watching as Harry lifted his hand to his cheek. The Gryffindor licked at his thumb before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it. Draco groaned at the sight. “You’re insatiable, do you know that?”

Harry didn’t answer, continuing to suck at his thumb as he looked up at Draco with wide eyes. The Slytherin made a hungry, lust-filled noise, something close to a growl. Harry had never heard anything like it before.

Draco slipped his thumb out of Harry’s mouth, bringing his hand down to his neck and squeezing as he backed him up against the wall. Harry grinned as his head swam from the restricted blood flow. “Does that mean you want to top?” He rasped.