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It started at pub night.
The mingling of the Gryffindor and Slytherin friend groups was nothing new.
Harry sliding into the booth beside him was.
A hand settled high on Draco’s thigh and Harry leaned in. "Wanna come back to mine?"
Draco swallowed hard. Yes, yes he wanted that, but also, what the fuck. He looked around the table, but no one was paying any attention to him and Harry. Pansy was snogging Ron silly in the corner, Blaise and Neville were bent over Greg’s mobile offering suggestions as he swiped on some app, Hermione and Ginny were locked in debate with Theo over a new Muggle author. They obviously had not just felt the world rock on its axis.
“Okay.” The word was out of his mouth before he had authorized its release.
Harry pulled back and grinned at Draco then pulled him to his feet. Their friends barely acknowledged their departure. Interlinking their hands Harry led them away from the pub to the apparition point. “Side along?” he asked. Draco nodded, stepping closer and gripping Harry’s hand tightly.
As they landed in the front room of Harry’s flat, Draco decided he was dreaming. Dreams of Harry were not uncommon. This one felt annoyingly vivid, down to the fresh apple scent of his shampoo and the faint bitterness of hops on his breath.
Fine. If it was a dream, he would damn well enjoy it.
Harry turned to face him, not letting go of Draco’s hand. “Do you want a drink? Or…” He trailed off, eyes scanning over Draco’s face and catching on his lips. Draco flicked his tongue out to moisten them and Harry followed the movement with rapt attention.
“I don’t want a drink,” Draco said, lifting a hand to Harry’s jaw.
Harry leaned into the touch. “What do you want, then?”
Draco hesitated for only a second.
“I want to wreck you.”
Harry inhaled sharply but didn’t move.
Draco stepped closer.
“I want to fill you so full of my come that it changes your very essence.”
Harry’s lips parted.
“I want to bring you right to the edge and pull you back so many times that you beg me for release.”
A tremor ran through Harry’s shoulders.
“And when I finally let you come…” Draco’s voice dropped, “I won’t stop.”
Harry made a helpless sound.
Draco brushed their foreheads together.
“I’ll keep fucking you through your orgasm, making sure to hit your prostate on every single stroke.”
“Until you are a twitchy, sobbing mess.”
Harry whined as Draco ran his lips along the hinge of his jaw, saying the next words directly into his ear, his breath sending tremors over Harry’s entire body.
“But I won’t stop until you are coming again, clenching around me so hard that I see stars.”
Harry’s hands came up to clutch at Draco’s shoulders as if he needed an anchor.
“I won’t stop until you’ve come so many times you don’t even have enough moisture for tears.”
Draco pulled back to swipe his thumb under Harry’s eye.
“And when we’re finally both so exhausted that we can’t lift our heads anymore…”
Harry stood, lips parted, eyes glazed, breath coming heavy, and whispered, “Then what?”
Draco’s expression softened.
“Then, I will pull you into my arms and we’ll go to sleep.” Draco finished, grazing his lips softly across Harry’s. “Because if this is a dream, I want to end it with you in my arms.”
Harry pulled back and held Draco’s gaze.
“Draco.” He leaned forward and whispered into Draco’s ear “This is not a dream.”
“Wreck me.” Harry fell to his knees and looked up at Draco with open yearning on his face. “I want all of that.
When Draco awoke the next morning, it wasn’t a slow, peaceful drifting into awareness. It was swift and sudden. A hot mouth was wrapped around his cock, bobbing steadily. Draco looked down the long pale expanse of his body to find dark curls spread across his pelvis. The motions paused and green eyes met his. Harry pulled off Draco with a pop. “Still thinking you're dreaming?”
“If I am, I don’t want to wake up.” Draco growled, burying his hand in Harry’s hair and pushing his head back down.
A long time later, after a shower that took much longer than it should have, plenty of tea and an entire package of biscuits, Draco and Harry lounged on the sofa, Harry’s feet in Draco’s lap.
“What changed?” Draco asked Harry suddenly. “I know that I’ve wanted you for years. I didn’t know you felt the same.”
Harry grinned. “Our friend got sick of seeing us dance around each other like oblivious fools and told me that I needed to “Gryffindor up”.”
Draco laughed full and long. “And that you did.”
“To be honest, I was prepared to have you hex me. This turned out much better than I anticipated.” Harry moved to straddle Draco’s lap and kissed him deeply.
“They’ll be a nightmare at the next pub night when they find out they were right.” Draco pointed out.
“Orr…” Harry said wickedly.
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Draco glanced at the door for at least the fourth time in as many minutes. He shifted in his seat, nodding absently at whatever Pansy was saying beside him.
The door opened and Harry walked in, the tight dark jeans Draco had picked out for him that morning hugging him perfectly, the dark green henley mouthwatering.
Ron went to push out an extra chair.
“No need, I have a seat.” Harry slid onto Draco’s lap like he’d been doing it for years, turning his face so Draco could capture his lips in a long, lingering kiss that soon turned heated, garnering hoots and catcalls from their friends.
“You got what you wanted. Now you have to live with it.”
Draco leaned forward to whisper into Harry’s ear. “Wanna come back to mine?”