Title: Flatmates: Afterglow (Part 9/9)
Author: sdk
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing/Characters: Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione, Harry/Draco/Ron/Hermione
Rating: PG
Length/Word Count: 668 words for this part.
Warnings/Content: none
Summary: The ends justify the means.
Notes: Written for adventdrabbles and dedicated to the lovely torino10154 who requested some Harry/Draco/Ron/Hermione an embarrassingly long time ago. Happy Christmas, bb! <3 This concludes the series of 9 ficlets. Unbeta'd, so please forgive and/or point out any mistakes/errors you find!
Disclaimer: The following is based on fictional characters I don't own doing fictional things in a fictional world I did not create. No copyright infringement intended.

Link to Part 1: Flatmates: Prologue
Link to Part 2: Flatmates: Breakfast
Link to Part 3: Flatmates: When in Doubt, Fake it
Link to Part 4: Flatmates: Caught
Link to Part 5: Flatmates: Possibilities
Link to Part 6: Flatmates: Christmas Eve
Link to Part 7: Flatmates: Draco's Gift
Link to Part 8: Flatmates: Whatever He Wants


Flatmates: Afterglow


They lay on the still-extended couch, curled around one another, Draco’s head lolling on Harry’s chest. He hadn’t noticed when Ron and Hermione had left, but knew they were gone with how quiet the sitting room was, the only sound the soft rasps of both of Harry and his breathing. Draco felt used, sated and completely and utterly worn out.

And that he just might be the luckiest wizard in all of Britain.

He inwardly scoffed as soon as that thought came and went; it was just proof he’d had some bloody great sex if he was sounding this sentimental, even if it was only in his head.

Harry’s palm made a lazy path through the drying sweat on Draco’s back. They really should take a shower or at least try for a freshening charm, but Draco didn’t think he would be able to move any time soon and he quite doubted Harry would be able to either. Draco wondered if Ron and Hermione would care if he and Harry fell asleep right then and there; after all, it wasn’t as if there were any more secrets between them, but the thought of sleeping in the wet spot finally motivated Draco to make an attempt. He started by carefully lifting his head.

“Where you goin’?” Harry mumbled sleepily.

“To bed, you great git. And you’re coming with me.”

“Mmm, in a minute.” Harry pulled Draco back down and cuddled closer. “Did you like your present?”

Draco smiled into Harry’s chest. Only Harry would ask, even when it should be the most obvious thing in the world. He was so adorably clueless sometimes.

“Yes, I think that should have been clear from the start. Though I do feel a bit bad,” he admitted. He drug a finger along the path of tiny hairs leading from Harry’s belly button until they spread into a soft nest around his softened cock.

“Hmm? Bad?”

“I only got you a jumper.”

Harry didn’t say anything for a long moment, and Draco almost wondered if he dropped off to sleep without hearing the answer, when suddenly Harry laughed. It rumbled through his tummy, shaking Draco in the process and Draco couldn’t help it; he begin to laugh too. He couldn’t seem to stop until he was clutching at Harry’s side, tears springing up in his eyes and his breath short and gasping.

“It is a one-of-a-kind--I spared no expense-” Draco said as he tried to catch his breath. Harry just squeezed him and when Draco turned to look, Harry was shaking his head.

“Should I ask what you bought Ron and Hermione?”

Draco flushed and he reached over and gave Harry’s nipple a rough twist, but was only somewhat mollified with his startled, “Ow!”

“You’re such a wanker,” Draco said. “All three of you have atrocious taste in clothing and need all the help you can get. Besides, I should be greatly angry with you anyway.”

Harry’s eyes widened and he took on a very innocent expression. “With me?”

“Yes, you. Telling Ron and Hermione all about our little...fantasies.”

Harry raised an eyebrow. “Ron and Hermione?”

“Well I can’t very well call them Granger and Weasley anymore after they’ve both sucked my cock. And stop trying to change the subject. I think I should be angry. That was private.” Draco attempted to glare, but there was no real heat to his words. Harry’s eyes danced with amusement and a small smile escaped from Draco’s lips.

“The ends justified the means.” Harry’s lips curled up at the corners of his mouth and Draco really wanted to kiss him. He held himself back though, with great willpower.

“How Gryffindor of you,” he said instead. And Harry saved him the trouble of further resistance by pulling Draco up and kissing him first.

“Somehow, I think you’re warming up to us Gryffindors.”

“Perhaps,” Draco said. He dipped down to kiss Harry again, no longer bothering to fight his desires. “Perhaps.”


-fin-


Again, thanks everyone for reading! <3








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