DAY 21. HARRY POTTER. HARRY/DRACO. Make Him Yours Title: Make Him Yours Author:digthewriter Word Count: 680 Rating: R Warning: EWE. Auror Training Academy. Made up stuff. Pretend Relationship. 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: This story is going to be called "Nothing Ventured. Nothing Gained." Each chapter is going to have a unique title but it'll all be part of one big story. I hope! AO3 link for all chapters in a row! All my thanks to nia_kantorka for the beta - omg best alpha/beta ever!
Harry knew when exactly the day he'd come to terms with his feelings for Malfoy. He'd always liked him. Always. Just like Malfoy had confessed, he'd also hated him.
Malfoy brought something out in him no one else could. And when he'd seen him after the war, after the Trials, at Teddy's first Christmas, he thought it was a completely different man.
Malfoy still had stood tall and confident; he still had that air about him, and Harry'd completely fallen for him.
As they headed off to their room, away from the party, away from prying eyes, Harry remembered all the best Christmas dinners he'd ever had. At Hogwarts in his younger years, and then at the Burrow as a grown up. None of that deliciousness compared to the feeling of Malfoy against him. Pressing against his body, his hot mouth on Harry's neck.
His heart raced, and Malfoy tasted so good; better than any piece of ham or turkey or treacle tart he'd ever had.
Malfoy was a rare delicacy and Harry wanted to savour every moment of it. He'd been longing for it since forever and now Malfoy was there, and Harry was never going to let him go.
Malfoy whimpered against him as Harry's hand travelled down to cup Malfoy's balls through his trousers. They hadn't even made it all the way back into the room yet, as they were still against the closed door behind them, and they couldn't take their hands off each other.
Harry couldn't believe this was real. This was really happening.
He stumbled backwards and Malfoy pushed him, and when the back of his legs hit his bed, he collapsed on it. Malfoy was right on top of him. Malfoy's hot breath made Harry moan. He felt Malfoy more than anything else. His hands couldn't work fast enough as he tried to pull Malfoy's shirt out of his trousers and Malfoy was doing the same. Their shoes went flying across the room, the belt hit the floor with a loud thunk, and when Malfoy pushed Harry's shirt all the way above his head and played with his nipples, Harry nearly lost it right then and there.
"Touch me!" Harry found himself begging. His voice was coarse, his throat dry, and he felt hopeless.
"I am touching you," Malfoy said teasingly and Harry couldn't help himself then. He didn't want to hold back, so he didn't, and he grabbed Malfoy's trousers, pulling them down. Then he rushed to remove his own. He didn't give Malfoy a chance to change his mind, or protest, or comment, or anything. He grabbed Malfoy's arse and drew their hips closer together, grinding them, which made his cock rub against Malfoy's.
"Don't fuck with me right now, Malfoy," Harry warned. "Fuck me."
Malfoy leaned in for a hard and bruising kiss as he moaned around Harry's tongue, frantically bucking his hips to increase the friction between them. Harry was glad to know that he wanted this so badly too. He was just as desperate.
As much as Harry had wanted to hold on, he knew he wasn't going to last very long. By the time Malfoy did manage to bring his hand between them, to get them both off at the same time, Harry had climaxed. He would have felt bad for being so eager, for not making it last, but Malfoy was right there with him. It wasn't at the same time, but it was close enough.
Malfoy's head hung low, his hot breath dampened the crook of Harry's neck and he whimpered again as he continued to buck his hips; it was as if he wasn't ready for this to end. Harry hadn't wanted that, either.
"Promise me we'll go again in a few," Malfoy said, moving off Harry and laying down next to him on Harry's bed.
"Only if you sleep next to me tonight," replied Harry.
Malfoy hummed with amusement or satisfaction, Harry wasn't sure, and turned to his side to cuddle up next to Harry.