Draco's head was throbbing, as he slammed it backwards. He knew he would regret it, but right now he just wanted to atone for his sins, and this was the best he could do. Inwardly, he had hoped Harry was waiting in the hallway for him, so he rushed down here after finishing the last of the Firewhiskey off.
Though, when he arrived to an empty hallway he was hardly surprised. He knew it was a futile hope. The way Harry had looked into Draco's soul, and then retracted with shields in place and daggers aimed back, he knew Harry hated him.
He failed to hide the Mark.
Then, he failed to speak up and explain himself.
And then... then when his failures materialized in the absence of Harry's body against his own, Draco's soul grew heavy and cold. When the last edge of Harry's robe swished out of view, Draco had remained stunned for several minutes, desperately trying to figure out how to fix this. When he failed to come up with anything, he stood up swiftly and marched into a nearby classroom, saying a girl fainted in the hall, and strode straight into the Slytherin dungeons without a second glance.
He'd writhed in pain for what felt like hours, before resorting to potions. When those didn't help, he turned to whiskey. And when that also failed to fill the hole in his chest, he sulked into the hallway, on his last hope that maybe Harry would be there.
'Harry'
Draco's eyes flew open when he realized his head's last contact with the wall was soft... and warm.
Peering into the darkness, his eyes long since adjusted, he saw black robed arms on either side of his head, and a familiar disheveled crown of dark hair just inches from his own.
Harry's breath was slightly ragged, as he had skid to his knees to protect Draco's head from further abuse.
"Harry"
Eyes welling immediately with tears, Draco whispered the name and lowered his head, hair falling across his face.
"I s'pose you're a hallucination then. tch Bloody brain is so fucked now I've got to invent your presence"
He sighed, hopelessly.
Harry's heart squeezed inside his chest as he watched Draco intently. Then tears welled in his own eyes. Reaching out with his un-crushed hand, he gently cupped the graceful jaw of the boy in front of him. In one fluid motion, he leveraged that hand and crushed Draco's head to his chest, wrapping his other arm around the boy's shoulders.
"Draco..." he trailed off, suddenly unsure of what he should say.
Draco slumped into the warm embrace for a moment before shooting backwards and shoving it off of him. He scrambled backwards as far as he could into the alcove, suddenly hyper-aware of the very real feeling hallucination in front of him.
'Wait... real FEELING hallucination... you can't feel halluci- So is that' his thoughts trailed into speech fluidly "Harry? The real Harry?" he squinted and tried to force his eyes to drunkenly focus on the image before him.
"Well," Harry started, "If there's an imposter Potter running around, I'd thank you for pointing me in their direction. Otherwise-"
"Merlin..." Draco interrupted, slack-jawed.
They sat in a burning silence for a few moments, neither sure of what to say. When they finally did speak, they tumbled over each other.
"I'm so glad to see-"
"I'm so sorry you had to see-"
"You didn't go to his summoning-"
"The Dark Lord summoning me-"
They both stopped, Draco ruffling his disheveled hair further, and Harry smiling faintly at how attractive Draco's messy hair was.
"You first" said Draco.
"Are you sure?" Harry replied, to which Draco nodded his head solemnly. Harry continued, "Well. I'm sorry I left without letting you explain. But. Can you honestly blame me? That... thing" he spat as he emphasized the word, "on your arm... it's a connection to him. I have one, I know how awful they are, and... well, yours is intentional. You chose to align yourself with him, the man that has endeavored to kill me since before I was even born. When I saw it earlier... All I could think was... Of course. Of course you didn't actually feel anything for me, you were only saying those things to me because He asked you to, to get close to me... To hurt me." Harry winced as he said those words, still feeling the pain behind the thought.
Draco's lips parted as Harry spoke, equal parts rage and shame surging through his veins. He could see how Harry felt, and how scared he looked in front of him right now. Of course The Dark Lord had tried to get Draco to get close to Harry. Every moment Draco had been caught looking at Harry over the years, he had played on just those desires from The Dark Lord to excuse it. But to hear those ideas echoed off the lips of the man he'd secretly been madly in love with, had risked execution just to catch a glimpse of... stung. Because he knew as well as anyone, that it could easily be true. That was exactly the reputation a Malfoy had.
"I-" Draco started to speak, but was unsure how to convey all the feelings that were welling up inside him right now. Rather than fuss with it, he lunged forward, crawling on hands and knees to where Harry crouched before him. He angled up, looked as deeply as he could into the dimly lit green eyes above him, and crashed lips upon lips.
Harry fell backwards a bit, and Draco didn't hesitate to clamber onto his lap with all the grace of a newborn foal, with his inebriated state.
"MMff" was all Harry could respond as his mouth was swallowed by the sweet, cinnamon laced lips and teeth of the boy underneath, and then on top of, him. He took his hands and enveloped Draco's face, pulling him closer.
The longer they kissed, the more muffled grunts and gasps escaped their mouths when their lips slid into another position. Their kissing grew harder, more urgent, and their hands grew restless. Harry's drifted down, tracing an ear and then a slender and proud neck before grasping that neck from behind and lowering his other hand to pull at the waist of the body on his lap, pulling closer greedily.
Meanwhile, Draco's hands slid through Harry's dark ruffled locks before he palmed his chest and teased his nipples briefly. Before he could explore the strong Seeker's chest beneath him, Harry had squeezed their bodies together, forcing Draco to wrap his arms behind instead and pull at his shirt from the back, urging him to take it off.
Harry felt a tug behind him, and realized it was Draco, pulling at his shirt.
Grunting in annoyance at how many clothes were in their way, Harry loathed to pull their bodies apart for even a second. To make use of it, he quickly yanked his own shirt over his head, and then violently ripped open the crumpled button up shirt Draco was wearing, then pressed their bodies together once more.
Creamy skin sliding against skin, their nipples grew erect in the friction and dichotomy of the cool night air in the dark alcove, and the heat radiating between their bodies.
Draco could feel Harry's erection firmly underneath his own, which had grown even harder with his natural arousal, and smiled softly against the teeth biting into his lip.
"mmfHarry" he whispered, grinding his hips downward and doing his best to keep delicious pressure and friction going between them, hungrily seeking climax for both himself and for Harry.
Harry groaned hearing his name on Draco's lips, and shoved him suddenly, the shocked blond boy landing with a gasp on his back. Without missing a beat, Harry was on top of him and holding himself above with palms flat on either side of Draco, slamming his hips down as hard as he could, grinding their cocks together through their trousers.
Draco looked up at Harry, who was hanging his head down and seemed to be watching the contact point of their bodies like he was imagining himself pounding with no clothes. When Harry's eyes drifted upward and met his own gaze, Draco's face flushed warmly. When Harry then smiled, and brought one hand up to cup his face, Draco grunted and used both of his hands to pull Harry down to kiss him.
As Draco pulled his face, and their lips met again, he tasted the cinnamon once more and groaned as he felt his climax approaching.
"Draco... *huff* shit *huff* I- Ah... ahhh"
Draco's breath hitched and he pressed their foreheads together, whispering, "Come for me, Harry. Please, let it go, let me feel you come for me"
Harry needed no more encouragement as sweat beading on his brow threatened to drip, and he slammed downward once more, then ground his hips in deep circles. His head flew back, and jaw dropped open in a silent gasp as his body shuddered on top of Draco's. His cock spasmed in his trousers, hard, and Draco felt the warm moisture pooling against his own.
Feeling spent, Harry threw himself on the ground beside Draco, leaning backwards on his elbows to catch his breath.
"Shit" Harry said, breaking the silence.
Draco looked over, erection firmly tenting his trousers and throbbing in painful pleasure, and grunted a soft 'Hm?' in response.
Refusing to meet his gaze, Harry felt sheepish, and ashamed. He shouldn't have done that. He just got done being mad at Draco for using him, when he hadn't, and here he was using Draco for his own selfish pleasure and while he was drunk at that.
"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have... It was a mistake. I'm so sorry."
Draco's heart surged with electricity as his face heated. "You... for what? What do you mean a mistake?"
"You." Harry started.
Fear encased Draco and he lost his voice briefly before forcing out, "Me? I'm a mistake?"
Harry shook his head.
"Then what?" Draco urged "What precisely is the mistake here Potter?" he frowned, attempting and failing to plaster his signature sneer onto his face to hide his fear.
Harry finally met his eyes and they were filled concern, Draco noted.
"You're drunk, I shouldn't have taken advantage of you. Especially considering you... well... You didn't get to finish"
Draco's flush deepened, and he turned his face away. "Yeah, well, I'm not all that drunk anymore, and... I rather enjoyed you taking advantage of me... So whatever."
Harry brought a hand to Draco's face and turned it back to face him.
"Don't you dare hide your face from me"
"Why not?"
"Because... Because then I can't do this" and he leaned over to kiss Draco again, softly this time, gently molding their lips together.
Draco moaned, and rested his head against the wall behind him, pulling Harry closer and teasing his hair.
"Draco?" Harry rested their foreheads together once more.
"Mm?"
"Can I tell you something?"
"Mm-Hm"
Green eyes full of fear, worry, fondness and... hope.
"You make me feel so brave. I've never felt so... bold before. Not like this."
Draco smiled wryly and replied, "Yeah, well. Don't get used to it Potter. Malfoys like to have control too."
Harry chuckled, a delicious sound, and said, "Guess you'll have to take it from me then."