Draco tore his lips away from Harry's, his cheeks burning and his eyes unable to stop blinking.
"What the bloody fuck, Potter?!"
Draco turned, frantic. Harry--- Potter had just kissed him. He had kissed him full on the mouth directly in front of the Great Hall. He grabbed Potter's wrist, dragging him to Merlin knows where and trying to keep all of his emotions in check. He would be lying if he said he didn't miss those lips pressing up against his, those hands messing up his hair. But it hurt, it hurt a lot. And directly in front of the Great Hall during dinner time was not exactly the best place to confront all of these emotions.
When Draco found an alcove he deemed suitable. He pushed Harry into it, hearing his elbow hit the wall- it sounded like it hurt.
"Good..." Draco thought, though he frowned when the word crossed his mind.
"Potter, if you are trying to win me back or get revenge or anything of the sort, the place to do it is not in front of all our classmates like some kind of dinner theatre. So put your Gryffindor bravado and flair for dramatics away."
Draco stared at him, completely unsure of where to go from there. He looked at Harry, who was breathing heavily and leaning against the cobblestone wall for support. He looked practically boneless, and a glistening layer of sweat covered his skin. Draco watched as he took in gulps of air, opening his mouth to speak… finally.
"What do you want, Draco?"
Draco kept staring at him. What did he want? He wanted a perfect mark in Potions, a father that actually cared about him, a position in the Ministry as an Auror, and maybe a nice Blood Pop. And for Potter to stop being so damn confusing.
"Right now, Draco. All standards, rules, expectations, and memories aside. What do you want right now?"
Right now, he wanted to fuck Harry into that wall so hard that neither of them would live to see tomorrow. But it wasn't that simple. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips as he mulled it over. Was it really worth all of this bloody emotional fuckery to shag Harry--- Potter?
"What are you thinking, Draco?"
And that's when Draco made the mistake of actually looking at Harry. Really looking at him. He looked into Harry's eyes, the clearest, brightest green they'd ever been- they were practically omitting light. They were just daring Draco to think Harry was lying, think that this was still all a game like it was that night in the library. And so what if Draco had heard the Mudblood and Weaselbee in the library that one day? They were the Mudblood and Weaselbee. Draco always got what he wanted. And what he wanted right now was Harry. He tore his eyes away from Harry's, letting them roam to his lips and back. He decided that right now- all standards, rules, expectations, and memories aside- it really could be that simple.
"Fuck it."
And then he was on Harry, pressing him so hard into the wall that Harry would have cobblestones imprinted onto his back for weeks. His mouth was on Harry's, and Merlin, that was bloody amazing. His hands were already on Harry's pants, his shirt discarded somewhere on the floor. And yeah, they were moving pretty fast, but Draco needed this. They both did. Draco felt Harry's hands on his shirt, practically ripping it off of Draco and definitely sending a few buttons flying in the process. Harry latched onto Draco's neck, kissing the bruises that were already there and adding a few more, proof that this was really happening.
"Fuck, Harry."
Harry groaned; hearing Draco groan his name like that was so dirtywronghot and he couldn't get enough of it. Draco captured Harry's mouth again; kissing him like his life depended on it as he tugged off Harry's pants. He felt Harry kick them aside as he hooked his hands through Draco's belt loops, pulling his hips forward to thrust against Harry's. Both boys groaned, the friction building with each thrust, and their need starting to spiral out of control.
"Draco…" Harry breathed. "Draco… fuck me."
It came out in this whisper by Draco's ear, Harry's breath hot and smelling of chocolate. Draco practically whined, pulling his own pants off and tossing them aside. He pushed his hips against Harry's one more time, and their bare cocks touching was heaven. Draco moaned, lifting Harry into the wall, one leg around Draco's hip and the other barely touching the ground. He pushed into Harry with no warning and no Muffliato- there was no time to slow down. He thrust into Harry with so much force that he was lifted off the ground each time, Draco's name slipping from his lips.
They were both close, both moaning far too loudly for their setting. Harry threaded his hands into Draco's hair and pulled hard, whining.
"Close, Draco… so close…"
Harry shot then, all over his stomach and Draco's chin, his whole body trembling with the force of it and going boneless with bliss. Draco kept thrusting through it, his lips on Harry's to muffle the noise. It didn't do much. Draco tipped his head back then, thrusting once, twice, three times more until he came. He felt like he would pass out, only able to see blackness except for these blinding white stars- it looked something like the ceiling of the Great Hall during a meteor shower.
"Fuck," he breathed. "Fuck, Harry…"
Harry smiled lazily, sliding down the cobblestone wall with Draco still inside him. When Draco found the energy, he slid out, leaning up against the wall next to Harry. He snaked his fingers through Harry's, his breathing still laboured. Harry smiled at him, his eyes twinkling as he felt Draco's thumb tracing over his. Draco smiled back, and Harry made the mental note to make him do that far more often. Draco's smile disappeared as he leaned in, kissing Harry gently and squeezing his hand lightly. Harry smirked as Draco pulled away blushing.
"What?" He asked, clearly annoyed by Harry's ability to imitate the signature Slytherin smirk with such ease.
"You're such a Hufflepuff."
"Harry. I just shagged your brains out in the middle of the castle pressed up against a wall where anyone could have walked by. Without a Muffliato. I am not a Hufflepuff."
Harry smirked again, lifting an eyebrow as he eyed Draco.
"You've really got to stop doing that. It makes you look way too shaggable."
"I'll keep that in mind. And while we're on the subject…"
"Oh, Merlin…"
"I was just thinking that we haven't actually shagged in a bed yet."
Draco returned the smirk as he got up in silence and started to re-dress.
"Are you sure you aren't a Slytherin?"
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