Draco wished the night would never end.

It was a rare thing, having a drunk Harry Potter opposite you on the sofa singing at the top of his lungs while eagerly chugging down a bottle (or 3) of firewhisky. Draco wasn't entirely sure what Harry was singing, but he was sure he heard the words 'Malfoy' and 'King', therefore he guessed he was singing his own version of 'Weasley Is Our King', the song he had once sang with pride amongst his fellow Slytherins. He remembered staying up for hours creating different verses and rhymes. It was quite funny, now that he thought back at it, how he only wrote the song, not to rile up the ginger, but to get Harry's attention. He remembered how upset he had been, Harry Potter wasn't giving poor little Draco enough attention. It was childish, really, and he knew that, but he couldn't resist the temptation. It wouldn't have been the first time Draco was a bit of an idiot to get Harry to talk to him, even if when he did, he would have been threatening to hex Draco.

At this point, Harry was singing so loud, Draco had to put a silencing charm on the twat. Which caused Harry to silently giggle uncontrollably. Draco loved seeing Harry so happy, he deserved it, after all, he spent most of his time making others feel great and never really focused on himself. Perfect Potter, so kind to others, dating a Malfoy. People still thought it was joke, which was fine really, because it wasn't exactly their business. Draco decided to stop caring about what people thought of him.

Draco lifted the charm off Harry and leaned towards him.

Harry wouldn't stop messing about with his hair, annoying as hell, yet alluring.

'Unless you want me to permanently silence you, which, in my opinion, would be great, I advise you to shut the fuck up' Draco leaned in closer.

He wished Harry would just leave his hair alone, it was distracting...

'Mkay...' murmured Harry. Gliding his hand through his hair.

Fucking Potter.

Draco lifted his chin and placed his lips on Harry's. His lips were warm and plump, as always. With just a hint of alcohol. Draco could hear his heart beating, like a drum, thrumming against his ribcage as if it was trying to escape. Draco intertwined his hands in Harry's and pushed them back against the sofa. Harry let out a moan. Draco could smell the alcohol now, overpowering Harry's usual scent. He didn't like it. It didn't smell like Harry. Draco leant his head to the side and gripped Harry's thighs, pulling him closer. Harry took his hands from their previous position and placed them on the small of Draco's back. Draco interlocked his lips with Harry's. What Draco thought would be a fierce kiss, turned out to be the opposite. Harry slowly kissed Draco back. He could taste the sweetness, inviting Draco for more. Harry continued to take his lips down to his jaw, then his neck...

Harry's lips tickled on his skin. Jesus, it felt good...

'I fucking love you, you know that?' Draco whispered, as if he was scared someone would overhear them.

'You can be a right pleb, but I love you. I feel like I don't say it enough, but if I said it every time I felt that way, we wouldn't have any time to argue, so...' Draco confessed.

Harry laughed.

'First of all, I love you too, but I'm guessing you know that because I tell you that every goddamn day. Second? Jesus, Malfoy. You're begging to actually have a heart. Aren't you breaking some family rules there? You know? Being nice.' Harry said.

'Sod off.' Draco murmured.

'I'm only messing about. You don't know how happy it makes me, just hearing you say that. I love you too, Draco. More than you'll ever know.' Harry said.

'Nope, I'm pretty sure I do know.' Draco laughed.

Draco ran his hands through Harry's hair. It was tangled and knotted.

It was bloody attractive, he knew that.

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