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Best Dads In The World 

Day 28- fuzzy socks  @hpdestress

“And so, he distributes all his wealth amongst the poor and the needy subjects. That’s how King Midas came to know of true happiness-” Draco shut off the book softly, smiling at their 3 year old daughter Lily. 

“Daddy- can we do magic like that ?” Lily asked 

Harry chuckled beside her “No dear, Magic like that doesn’t happen and even if it did, you’d never know true happiness would you?”

Lily hummed and shook her head “He was a mean king” 

“Really? I think he was just a man who just never knew the value of love and happiness” Draco smiled down at her. He carefully ran his fingers through her hair, combing it all together. 

“But didn’t his daddies read to him like you do?” Lily asked curiously. 

Harry almost burst into a laughter right there and then “I think not darling, if his parents did, he would’ve never been the same man, would he? And my sweet Lily, not everyone have daddies like you”

“Daddies are better. I was playing with Rain yesterday and her mother scolded her for breaking the plastic bucket. She did it by mistake you know” She told them. 

Draco leaned down to lay next to her and held her small hands in his hand “You know, sometimes parents have to scold their little darlings because if they don’t then they turn into a spoiled baby like you” he immediately tickled her side, forcing her to snort out laughing. 

Harry laughed looking at them, this was their typical daddy daughter moment and he never tried to come in between them because these moments were just their own, some memories that Harry might never be able to make Lily’s favourite, but only Draco could. 

“Daddy- please- stop” She cried. 

Draco retreated his hands and turned sideways so he was leaning over Lily with the support of his elbow. 

“Good night, my little munchkin” Draco knelt forward and kissed her forehead. 

“Good night, Daddy” she smiled at Draco. 

Harry got up from her side and he too leaned down and placed a soft kiss over her cheeks “Now you cover yourself with your small blanket and keep your favourite fuzzy socks on and sleep well” He smiled. 

“Good night Dad” she smiled back at him. 

Harry smiled at her himself and turned off her bedside lamp “Love you sweetpea” he whispered. 

Draco and Harry were leaving the room together when she turned to her side, turned on the lamp “I forgot to say, Love you Daddies and sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite” 

Draco chuckled next to Harry and gave her a flying kiss. Smiling they both left the room and remained in the hallway for a few moments smiling at each other. 

“How is she even real?” Draco asked, tearing up a little bit. 

Harry immediately softened up and wrapped his arms around Draco the same instant “Oh Dear- she is very much real Draco and she is our perfect little daughter” 

“How did she turn out to be so perfect when we were so damned?” Draco asked, speaking against his neck. 

“Just because we were doomed, doesn’t mean we’d ever let out daughter be doomed. I’d say we’re doing a pretty good job at parenting” Harry smiled, looking down at Draco even though he couldn’t see him. 

Draco chuckled into his neck “She’s like our walking talking best christmas present” 

“Hate to say it but I agree” Harry laughed softly and soon they went back into their room and slept until Lily climbed into their bed in the middle of the night and was embraced by both of them in sweetest of the hug. Yeah, she had the best Dads in the world. 

Day 27- The usual Banters ll Day 29- Its cold outside 

HP DESTRESS DECEMBER REQUESTS OPEN 

MASTERLIST 

The predator wants the prey

⚠️- NSFW

There's something sensual in the way I want you. It's in looking at you and wanting the whole damn world with you, I want to pace across the room and kiss you till the daylights are knocked out and want to take you to corn fields and see you smile and giggle and hug you but then there's this wild, raging, lustful part of me who sees you under the lights of shades of red and green, with a glass of neat Scotch in your hand and you look entirely too handsome that even the single fringe of your hair gives me existential crisis. It's evil for you to exist when people like us exist. You're the walking proof of why people like us are never going to forget why we need you, be it our lustful desires, but we need you.

I love you, the whole of you with the whole of mine, I love you till thinking of waking up early in the morning just to brew a cup of coffee for you and bringing it to the bed with a newspaper in hand but then I love you also in the way that I want to wake up next you and run my hand over your body so you know what I want.

And then there is your eyes that looks at me through the wild crowd. There are bodies around me, dancing and I'm swaying to whatever is on the record and you're watching me, every little move I make and you're smirking because god your infamous smirk, steals my heart everytime-smile and the next I know is you're putting your glass down and walking across the room to me and your hands rolls on my body. It squeezes on spaces that wants to be worshipped only by you, and you roll your tongue on my neck like you've been thirsty for so long in the long summer day and now you finally have it, right in the palm of you hand. But its not enough. My ass fitted into the front of your body and your hands possessively holding onto me, that's not enough for either one of us. It's so not enough. What's enough is the people in the room, the blinding songs in the room, the drinks in our veins, that's what's enough but the predator inside you who wants to latch onto the prey in me, that's not enough.

You lean ever so closely towards my ear and you're whispering those filthy thing's of what you want to do to me and I know I want to be tied up to your bedpost with the grey silver tie you wear, I want that. I want my hands tied, I want my legs spread, I want my throat dry and all because I want you, No, I need you and you need me.

"Let's get out of here."

And then I'm walking behind you, hand in hand and I realise I'm living the fantasy that came true.

MASTERLIST

This is like a last 5 minute work before I go to sleep but I don't know what the hell this is.

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Come back home

He didn't intend on listening, that wasn't even on his list, nor was he eavesdropping but he was simply passing by like a usual passerby and he couldn't stop himself from listening to what the man inside the room was speaking. He recognized his voice at once, he had been so familiar with it from all those years ago and he swore that he would never be able to forget that voice, even in his dreams. You don’t forget people like him. 

What struck to him was how he found him after all those months from his reappearance. The last he had heard about him was when he was in Peru, backpacking in the foothills and that too he heard because he had managed to save someone from accidental magic and the words had spread like fire. He didn't know what he did after that, nor he thinks he knew what he was doing before the Peru incident and strangely he wishes he knew. Apparently, he was a mere shadow in almost everyone's life, mostly Draco’s own.

He opened the door softly and without much of a notice, he shifted towards the back seats of the room as silently as possible. He whispered to make some seat available for him and when finally sat, a relief ran through him that he was able to see his face, he didn’t know he longed to see his face. 

A hand raised in the crowd and Harry pointed towards the person to speak up. 

“Hi, I’m Riana. Since we were talking about main themes like love, I had something to share. I’m young, you see, so everyone fails to notice that I too can love, but I have fallen in love with someone, unfortunately one I should not love but I feel as if nobody would understand me and even if I do talk about it, I feel like I’m faulty, like I am making a big deal out of something I should never make. But why must it be that it’s me who is wrong to love and not him that I fell for? Why must it be that I still feel happy despite this pain that I feel? I don’t want to be wrong to love but I feel like I am, like I’ve been wrong my whole life.” 

Harry smiled softly sitting on his chair and shook his head, “Why must love have anything to do with age? Doesn’t a child love his or her mother from the moment it’s been put in her arms? Why do we have to define love as young or old, why do we need to define it. Love is love, regardless of age, sex, number, people, identity, nation. Its love. Riana, you love him and that’s neither here nor there that is wrong, it’s not your hearts fault to pursue love, it’s not himself that made you fall for him, that’s the thing about love, isn’t it, it just happens. I’m sure nobody in life ever asks to fall in love voluntarily, nobody who actually falls in love seeks love as an object, but we fall in love regardless. Love is without boundaries, it always has been, it’s we who make boundaries, our own fears, our own insecurities that forbid loving. We don’t decide who we fall for, we simply do, maybe for some beautiful grey eyes or someone’s beautiful hair, or smile or dimples. We don’t decide, we can never decide who we are going to meet, we just do and then, there goes our traitorous heart, seeking who wish we had never seek but who we love, despite what they do to us, makes us happy. That’s the most beautiful thing about love.” 

He glanced around the room for a brief moment and Draco ducked his head, not knowing why but he did, maybe because he felt illegal to be there but couldn’t exactly reason why. He knew he wasn't ready to face him in the crowd.

“We love unconditionally, we always have I believe. Why it hurts? Its because we love, and if we love, there will always be pain. Falling in love isn’t a mundane thing, we want it to work, we want to be liked, we wish to be wanted, it’s bigger than all of us combined, the difference is some gets to feel the intensity, some doesn’t. Lucky are those who gets to, unlucky are those who doesn’t get to, those who at the end of the day walk alone on their way to Eiffel tower but then you must ask me why is it so important that we love? Why is love such a big thing?” He smiled momentarily then spoke again, “Its because, since we learn the meaning of the word love, we look for it in things, in magic, in books, in flowers, in trees, in people and out of everything, only humans and animals loves us back and it hurts us when we don’t feel the returned love. I suppose loving should always be a choice, but most days its not, but never fear love, never look for faults in someone you love because maybe in years later, you’ll look in the mirror and their face would look back to you in reflection and then when you’d see them, you’d wonder, why was I so afraid to love? It was just love wasn’t it. As I see, I’ve sidelined from what we were actually talking about,” The crowd emerged in a soft laughter, so did Harry and Draco could find himself smiling. 

“Riana, this is for you, If you’ve loved him, love him entirely, It’ll hurt, it’ll make you want to kill, but if it doesn’t hurt, it’s not love and loving is rare. Believe me, not everyone can love and we cannot love everyone. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be loved if you must think, but expecting it to come back from the same person always, that’s a tragedy even Aristotle couldn’t talk about. So, I guess what I'm saying is don’t worry, your love would come to you, in the most unexpected ways possible.” And at the end Harry smiled. 

The convention eventually ended after that soon enough and no matter how much Draco had to fight his instincts, he couldn’t help and went upto Harry anyways. 

Harry had been collecting some sort of pamphlets and organising them on a stack on the table when Draco finally said something. 

“You make quite a speaker.” 

As Harry looked up, he was half shocked to find Draco there and half shocked to believe they met again after years at his own convention, “You gotta earn somehow.” 

Draco smiled, nodding his head along, “Yeah, Wizarding world is in debt anyhow,” 

“Really?” 

“No- I was only kidding.” Draco shook his head, playing off his joke. 

“Uhm, so what are you doing at this convention?”

“Shouldn’t I be the one to ask you that question? You’ve been in hiding for years now.” If Draco was trying to dig out some old bridges, Harry caught on. 

“If you want to call living my life my way hiding, then sure, I've been in hiding." Harry shrugged.

Draco sighed, helping Harry with a pamphlet that didn't need any help, "You know what I mean, Harry. You've been on a run, you ran away with so many questions unanswered."

Harry looked at Draco for a long moment before he could bring himself to say it, "I didn't run away from you if you think that's what I did,"

"But that's exactly what you did, you ran away from me, from Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Teddy.."

It struck Harry then maybe or maybe it was the guilt that ran as a glimpse in his eyes of what he had done or perhaps it was just a truth thrown at his face one more time. He stepped away from the table and collected his bag from the chair as if he was to depart very soon.

"Aren't you tired?"

Draco could only look at Harry's back but he knew what Harry wanted to say, he always knew, even back then.

"They all miss you, you know that right."

"And I don't?" Harry turned around.

Draco shrugged, "We don't run away from people we love, Harry, that's all I'm saying. I know you miss them too but why keep running away If you miss all of them!"

Harry sighed, shaking his head, "I've been running for a long time, Draco. I don't even know if I belong here anymore, If I belong with you people now."

"What are you talking about? You know you'll always belong here."

"They're all pissed. Don't you think I know them, I'm afraid to face them." Harry confessed.

"Harry, you'll be afraid of facing them for a minute, maybe a couple even but nobody would abandon you,"

"But what if they do?"

"You grew up with them, Harry. How can you not know this? They've always loved you, always will. Their anger is nothing but love for you. You don't see the way Ron still reads newspaper because of you and when that Peru thing happened, he took the next train there just to find you. Harry, they would never abandon you." Draco explained stepping closer to him.

Harry still shook his head unable to find anymore argument, "I guess you're right."

Draco nodded then as if he pretended to notice the time in his wrist he spoke up, "I should actually get going, I have to take the next train home."

Harry nodded understandably and nodded good-bye but perhaps that was not when he wanted to say goodbye, maybe there was something still left, so he asked as Draco was turning away, "Did you ever miss me?"

Draco turned around again to face Harry and shrugged his shoulders, "Every now and then."

But the truth was he missed him every living day, every breathing night, every sunrise, every sunset. He missed him, an awful lot but time had run out for him to admit that he missed someone he hadn't met in 4 years.

"I hope you know I never wanted to leave things the way I left."

Draco smiled, then nodded, "I know."

But even if he didn't, Draco understood. He didn't sleep many nights but he always knew that Harry Potter could hardly ever break his heart all that much. He always Harry had a reason, even before anyone else understood it.

"I wanted it, I really did but thing's.."

"There was never a moment I didn't know you didn't want it but I suppose something's were always much larger than the need to date someone. In any case even if all that wasn't clear before, I know it now, especially after listening to everything you said at the convention." Draco smiled.

Harry smiled back and nervously rubbed the back of his neck, "Yeah- I don't forget things easily, you know that."

Draco nodded, implying he did know it.

"I should go." Draco said again and this time he was almost at the door when he had one last thing to say,

"Harry, come back home. You know right where it is."

Harry was stunned for what seemed like moments because he didn't expect Draco to remember it from all those years ago. It was him who used to say that home is people, it's never places and when you lose your way, you know right where your home is but along the lines Harry expected Draco to forget it, but he didn't and that hit him, that made him want to run miles for home.

"Do you think you'd want to go to that Bistro with me now? Down the alley?" Harry asked.

Draco was shook but his surprise quickly shifted to a smile and he shook his head, "That turned down last year but I do have a place in mind, if you want we can go there? This weekend works?"

"Sure."

Draco smiled, "It'll be nice to see you back."

And he left the room and for the last time he left the room without a worry if he'll say Harry again or not, he knew he would.

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Promises on the Oak tree

"can you hold me?" He asked so simply, so calmly unlike what he truly felt.

They were sat on the bark of the Oak tree in the forbidden forest in the silence of the night after everyone had gone to sleep and they had managed to sneak past the doors to be with each other.

Draco nodded, "of course."

He brought his arms closer and wrapped them around Harry's body while Harry tried to hold onto him. He leaned his face over Draco's shoulder and stayed silent. Draco knew something was up, he had known it all day when he noticed Harry in the great hall in the morning barely speaking to anyone and spending most of his day away from any sort of company but unfortunately he had no idea what had actually happened and he was afraid that Harry would only want silence and peace that day.

They stayed silent for a really long time, long enough for Draco to cast a warming charm on both of them and for his mood to become more worrisome as to what had really happened until he finally decided one had to speak up and it had to be him.

"Harry? Are you okay?"

Harry only nodded but Draco knew after having been together long enough that he wasn't okay, there was something and Harry only wanted a little time and a little more comfort to finally talk about it.

"You know I love you, right?" Draco said suddenly.

Harry looked up at Draco almost confused.

"I don't know what happened but I'm here with you for whatever you want and I love you, I just want you to know that."

Harry shook his head suddenly, "It's just- Somedays are harder than the others."

Draco gently took hold of one of Harry's hands and intertwined their fingers together.

"I- I don't know what happened but I've just been strange all day and Ron and Hermione kept bothering me about it. You know those sort of days where you don't even know what's wrong but you're just- kind of thinking of every possible thing wrong about yourself?"

Draco frowned but Harry didn't look at him.

"I don't know what came over me but something just doesn't feel right.. it's almost like I don't even like myself anymore, that maybe I haven't for a while. These nightmares someday become too real that I start believing that i deserve it, that you-know-who is getting in my head and coming after me, that maybe I deserve it and everyone hates me at school, I deserve it. I know it's wrong but somedays are harder than the others and I forget the lines between what's real and what's not and I delve into that anxiety of never being good enough- and I don't know how to fix that. I've never known how to fix it."

Draco for the first time in their relationship ever wanted to throw Harry off a cliff for thinking he could ever deserve all those things. It made him so mad but he instantly became so upset because Harry was the most precious thing in the whole world and he deserved the absolute best and it was a shame that he couldn't make him believe that.

But Draco nodded, "Some days are worse than the others, I agree but we can't get hung up on those bad days, can we? If we keep falling into what we think we deserve and what we actually deserve, the world would fall into crisis. But we all have those days, you know. I have days myself when I feel so low that I just want to stay curled up in my bed all day and keep thinking over what people in the halls say about me but then I think about you and I realise that in every hall In the world you'll still love me same, my friends would still love me the same and probably my parent's too. The solution is not to sulk into those thoughts but to think of all the people who oppose our fears and I for one can tell you Harry Potter, you deserve the best in the whole universe."

"But how do you get out of that train of bad thoughts?" He asked.

Draco shrugged, "you gotta believe in the people who love you for a reason. Look, I know it's hard but there are people out there who love you for a reason and you have to believe their reasons and I know it's hard because believing the bad things is easier than the good things but we have to let our feelings slide and learn to love ourselves a little more."

"But what if I never learn how to love myself?"

Draco stared at Harry for long enough to feel water prickling at his eyes. How could an amazing person like him remotely even think about not being good enough?

"Then I'll do the loving on both our parts. I'll love you till you learn to love yourself, even if it rakes forever, I'll be here to show you exactly why you deserve all the love in the world."

And then Harry finally met his eyes and gave him a small smile, "I'll never understand why you love me but I'm glad you do."

"I'm glad you're glad I love you."

"you'll be here? For as long as it takes?"

"For as long as it takes."

"I love you, Draco."

And he loved him, too.

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Staged

“I don’t know if I can do this.”

“It’s just a performance. Pretend.”

“But it’s a kiss.”

“It’s acting.”

“It’s a kiss.”

“Surely you can fake it, for a moment. Granger wants this to look good.”

“I know she does...I just—I want this to be real.”

“Oh.”

“Yes, oh.”

Inspired by @drarrymicrofic’s prompt ‘breaking the fourth wall’

‘I believe it’s a muggle custom to have something borrowed.’

‘It’s also customary not to see each other before the ceremony, mate,’ Ron said, unsuccessfully trying to prevent Draco from entering the room.

‘Well, you already have new robes and I suppose he counts as blue.’

‘For the last time,’ Teddy said, ‘it’s turquoise!’

‘So, will you borrow this old thing from me?’ He presented Harry with a green velvet box.

Harry glanced at Draco and carefully opened it, to reveal a beautiful golden serpent brooch.

‘It’s a family heirloom,’ Draco said, sounding unsure. ‘You don’t have to wear it, if you don’t want to.’

Harry gently touched the delicate design, looked up at Draco. ‘I do.’

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This was written and drawn for the Drarry Discord Drabble / Drawble Challenge! I had a blast working on this, also I had to fight with the words to be able to keep both Ron and Teddy in there! XD 

My first idea was that snake pin I designed for Draco and have used in some earlier drawings - I felt it kind of fit the art deco style. And the rest came together after that!

Read and comment here on AO3! 

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baby got back

Drarry Discord February 2021 Drabble Challenge

Prompt: Bubbles - Word Count: 283

Rating: Mature

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Draco is putting his foot down. 

Enough is enough. 

Per usual, Potter struts around the Auror Trainees’ locker room as if he owns the place.

In the nude.

As a rule, Draco has no qualms about the human body naked and on display. He, himself, is often unclothed. As he should be—he’s a fine specimen. And, by extension, the locker room is an appropriate place for wizards to congregate in various stages of undress.

But must Potter always select the shower stall within Draco’s direct line of sight?

Apparently, it’s not enough that Harry fucking Potter—Ministry darling and the bloody Chosen One—is bestowed with magic so powerful it oozes from his flawless skin and disrupts Draco’s heartbeat.

No, in addition to all the privileges graced upon him, Potter’s Golden DNA seems to have twisted within its double helix the formula for a perfect bubble butt. 

Draco stands under the shower, fingers pruning. If the daggers he stares were knuts they’d bounce right off that firm arse.

One by one, the showers turn off and the locker room empties until only he and Potter remain. 

Harry glances over his shoulder. “You got a problem, Malfoy?” Soap bubbles shunt down through the valley between plump cheeks. 

“You’re my problem.”

Harry snorts. “Kiss my arse.”

“You’d like that wouldn’t you,” Draco sneers.

Harry presses his palms against the wall and widens his stance, presenting. “I would. How about you?” 

Draco’s blood ignites, flooding his groin. In two long strides, he’s in Harry’s stall, crowding him against the tiles, grinding his erection against him.

Harry’s moan strengthens Draco’s resolve. 

Enough is enough.

But Draco discovers it’s difficult to put his foot down when he’s on his knees.

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january drabble || beg, borrow & steal

Time well spent

“What’re you doing?”

“Wasting my life, according to the Prophet.”

“It’s not wasted if you’re enjoying it. Are you enjoying it?”

Harry looked up at him from where he lay in the grass; flushed, bright, mouth wine-kissed.

“I will be, if you join me.”

Draco sat, faced the sun, smiled.

Inspired by @drarrymicrofic’s prompt ‘waste it on me’

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When Harry found out Draco had been turned during the War, the only physical difference he noticed was Draco’s teeth.

They were just teeth, of course, but they were different: straighter, a brilliant white. It wasn’t his teeth that looked sharper, necessarily. It was his smile—which was still a rare occurrence, these days.

Harry could count the number of times he’d seen Draco smile this year on one hand, but he was proud to know that he’d been the cause of every single one. The first had been thanks to Harry calling him Draco for the first time: it had pulled Draco’s full, pink lips, seemingly without his knowledge, into something incredibly charming, and a little dangerous—those grey eyes sparkling softer than the first snow, with a wicked, blinding grin, sharper than cut crystal.

Even now, as Harry found him alone on the balcony, avoiding the crowd of the Ministry’s holiday party and staring out over the city, he felt his stomach flutter with excitement at the possibility of seeing it again, adding another to his mental collection.

Draco stiffened when Harry closed the French doors behind him, isolating them from the noise of their coworkers. His crisp suit carved a severe silhouette against the glittering London skyline, all knife-edged black with a glint of silky, white-blond hair falling over his shoulders, his slim, pale hands gripping the stone bannister. He didn’t look up.

“Potter.”

“Draco,” Harry returned. Draco only called him Potter, these days, when he wanted to be alone. When he felt too much like the outcast he was.

Creature, he’d called himself, once, storming out of a bar, which carried nothing he could drink anyway.

Draco slowly turned to face him, wary and guarded, and Harry froze, listening carefully, watching him, as he always did—

Draco was holding his breath, again. He always seemed to do that around Harry.

Harry hated it.

He approached Draco casually, watching his pale face strain further. Draco stepped back, away from him, and Harry paused again as something horrible washed through him, like a tightening coil of barbed wire around his heart.

It hurt, when Draco pulled away from him, when all he wanted was closer. Harry was drawn inexplicably to those sharp edges, like the spindle of a spinning wheel—he didn’t care that it would prick his finger, that it could destroy his life, he wanted to touch, wanted to feel the inevitable softness beneath the sculpted marble exterior—

Oh, fuck, Harry, you’ve really done it this time.

Of course he did. He couldn’t help it, he never could stay away from Draco. He took another step, and another, closing the space between them, even as Draco backed himself against the balustrade.

A breeze whipped up Draco’s long, sleek hair; a lock of it tickled Harry’s face. All this time, Harry had been too busy noticing Draco, to notice the effects Draco had on him.

“Breathe,” Harry said.

“No.”

Harry pressed closer, their chests brushing, Harry’s nose gracing Draco’s cold cheek. He could feel Draco shaking, could hear the sound of his own heartbeat racing in his ears, and he knew Draco would be able to hear it, too. Harry’s hands came up to rest tentatively on his chest, and Draco let out a soft whimper.

“Breathe,” Harry repeated, and Draco broke, releasing a shuddering breath. Strong arms locked around Harry’s waist, pulling him flush against Draco’s hard body. Harry’s hands fisted in his lapel as Draco buried his face in Harry’s neck, his cold nose tracing the line of Harry’s pulsing artery, inhaling deeply. 

Above them, fine flakes of unhurried snow began to fall.

“I hate you,” Draco whined, his hands trembling where they held the back of Harry’s jacket. His lips parted over Harry’s skin, his breaths hard and desperate. Harry’s hand slid to the back of Draco’s neck, into that silky hair, so much softer than he’d imagined it would be.

“I know,” Harry replied, his other hand quickly palming his wand, forcefully apparating them both to Grimmauld Place.

Hours later, Harry would add another smile to his collection: something sated and satisfied, affectionate and anxious, that incisive curl of Draco’s lips somehow softer with piercing, blood-stained teeth behind it.