And here's Tuesday. This is also not super great but here we are.
Prompt: Key
Warnings: Language, Male x male pairing, drinking
Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy
Pairings: Drarry
As much as Draco hated to admit it, it was true. Harry held the key to his happiness and, well, he was going to make sure that Harry was always around. There's no way that Harry Freaking Potter was attracted to men. That was impossible, so Draco settled for friendship. He and Harry did EVERYTHING together. They even started living together after a few months. Gran- Hermione and Ronald had gotten used to his presence and all was going well until one day, about six months after they moved in together. Draco had come home to an empty house which wasn't unusual but this time Harry didn't burst through the door at seven or eight like he usually did. Draco tried calling Hermione on the muggle cell phone he had finally mastered but all she could tell him was that he went to a bar with Ronald after work. Draco decided that surely he couldn't be too much later so he settled into a chair in the sitting room to wait until Harry returned. He would start dinner after Harry was home. At some point he must have drifted off because the next thing he knew he was rubbing sleep out of his eyes as he heard the door shut.
"Harry?" Draco called out, pulling his wand out carefully. Just in case, you know.
"Draco? Oh my gosh I'm so sorry. Were you waiting up for me? You really didn't have to do that." There were hickeys on his neck and he smelled like alcohol. Draco knew exactly why and he was extremely jealous. Not that Harry needed to know that.
"No, I must've just fallen asleep, Potter." Draco knew he was being harsh, calling him Potter like that. He also knew that it made Harry upset.
"Draco what-" Draco had had enough. He couldn't take it any longer.
"Listen, Potter, I don't care where you've been or what girl you've let suck the blood from your neck but I do care that I love you and there's no way that anything will ever happen between us." Most of that was a lie. Draco /did/ care but that was beside the point because Harry Bloody Freaking Potter was kissing him and he could taste the beer he must've had and it was wonderful, even if Draco was a wine person.
"Draco," Harry sighed as they broke apart, "first of all, holy shit. That was amazing. Second, holy shit, I love you too. And third, a man gave me these hickeys. I'm gay." Harry was starting to slur his words. It's a wonder he even got back to their front door. "aND holy SHIT am I tired." Draco, still slightly high from the kiss they just shared, pulled harry towards his bedroom.
"Come on, Harry, let's get you to bed." And so it was. Harry and Draco had FINALLY gotten their feelings out in the open. The morning after was quite awkward though because neither of them were ever good at handling emotions.
There we go! There will be a chapter up tomorrow, like there always is. Lots of Love. ~LHH
