Day17. Harry Potter. Harry/Draco. Determined Draco VIII Title: Determined Draco VIII Author:digthewriter Word Count: 540 Rating: PG-13 Warning: Fluff Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended. Author's Notes: Continuation of the Determined Draco Series
Draco scowled at Potter and turned around to walk away from him. He had no idea what Potter was talking about and he was not going to discuss any of this with Potter. Not for now, anyway. Potter decided to follow him as Draco walked down the corridor and toward the grand staircase that led to his mother’s study.
“Mother,” Draco said.
“Draco, will you listen?” Potter said.
“Mr Potter, you’re here!” Mother said.
The three of them spoke at the same time.
“Did you show him?” Draco’s mother asked and Draco didn’t know whom she was talking to.
“Show him?” Both Potter and Draco asked in unison.
“The ring!”
Potter glanced towards Draco, looking thoroughly confused, and Draco found himself that he looked somewhat adorable like that. Still that hair, though.
“Oh, of course,” Draco said and fetched for the ring box in the pockets of his trousers. “Here,” he said shoving the box towards Potter. “Mother wants you to have this.” He stormed off and left the room. He wasn’t really sure why he was so angry. Honestly, what was wrong with him?
Potter chased after him again. They were back in the den and Draco took a seat in the sofa chair again.
“Draco, why are you so angry?”
Draco didn’t have an answer for that. “Potter. I—”
“You heard what I said, right?”
“When?” Draco asked, frowning.
“I said it was you.”
“What was me?”
“The man I fancy,” Potter said. He looked surprised at himself for a moment then he looked up at Draco, expectant.
“Me?” Draco asked. He was absolutely confused. “But we live together. And you told me you like someone else. If you liked me, why didn’t you say anthing? Why did you tell my mother? How long have you felt like this? Do Weasley and Granger know? And—”
Before Draco could finish off his list of questions. Potter kissed him. Draco was still seated on the sofa chair and Potter was towering over him, and surely, it must have been hurting Potter’s back to bend like that but he was doing it. He was kissing Draco, gliding his tongue over Draco’s lower lip and probing for Draco to part his lips.
Eventually, when Draco wrapped his head around the entire thing, had kissed him back. He slightly parted his lips, Potter slid his tongue in, and Draco licked and sucked on it as if it was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. It almost was. Potter tasted like strawberry jam and hot cocoa and it was amazing.
He tasted like the familiarity of their winter breakfasts together when Potter would insist on hogging up all the strawberry jam on his toast and drink cocoa instead of coffee. He tasted heavenly and Draco was losing himself in the kiss. He pulled on Potter’s arm, Potter took the hint, and sat on Draco’s lap only deepening the kiss.
Draco moaned around Potter’s tongue as Potter pushed down on him, making Draco’s back press against the back of the sofa chair and Draco wished how they weren’t at the Manor anymore. He wanted nothing more than to take Potter home and kiss him until the New Year and maybe even after that.