Authors note: so I can either end the story here... or use a few plot ideas I have and keep it going. Do you want more? Or are you satisfied?
"Potter?" Draco said confused seeing the man standing at the door of his flat, reeking of fire whiskey. "You smell like booze."
"Are we back to a last name basis then Draco." Harry practically purred leaning against the door frame.
"What are you doing here Potter? Don't you have your fiancé to be home to? Wouldn't look too good if her or the press caught you here." Draco crossed his arms glaring at the drunk man in front of him. As if breaking his fragile heart wasn't enough, the man was going to show up and act like he didn't toss him away two weeks ago declaring what a mistake they had been. He knew that he was picking a wound. He knew Harry and Ginny weren't together. Ginny had made that clear after leaving his office. He had just never acted on her suggestion and Draco was feeling a little petty.
"Ginny and I broke up." Harry said with a shrug. He attempted to stand straight up and tumbled over his own feet and he felt Draco catch him. Harry noticed that he was in silk pajamas and smelled like those freshly picked peaches again. "God, why do you always smell like heaven?" Harry murmured against him. He couldn't get enough of the man. He was convinced he would drown in his scent.
Draco helped stabilize the man and swatted his hand away when he felt it snaking under his shirt. "Absolutely not Potter. Come on. Let's get you inside and get you some tea. Sober you up a bit so you can apparate home."
Draco helped lead him inside and closed the door, clicking the lock. The last thing he needed was someone barging in like last time even if nothing was going on. He helped Harry to the couch, where Harry drunkenly kept trying to get his hands under the silk onto his skin. Harrys touch was setting him on fire.
"I've missed you." Harry slurred and frowned when Draco deposited him onto the couch haphazardly. He reached for the man but Draco was already moving away and into the kitchen putting on the kettle. "You, you make tea like a muggle?" Harry asked confused.
"I find that the tea tastes better this way. And when I was on six months house arrest for my crimes, I wasn't allowed to use magic. I learned a lot in that time. " Draco leaned on the counter watching the dark haired man in front of him. If hadn't been for Harry who knows what his punishment would have actually been. Draco had spent a lot of time healing during those six months. He was grateful that he was going to get the chance to start new. With his father locked away for the next thirty years, his life would he his to finally live. His mother just wanted him to be happy, so there were no worries about being forced to marry and produce an heir. "What are you doing here Harry?" He asked gently using the man's first name. Saying it almost felt forbidden.
Harry hummed at that, pleased at hearing it fall from his lips. "Because I was stupid. I hurt you. I know I hurt you. I said awful things Draco. I was scared. I... I miss you. I miss us." Harry shrugged at him embarrassed at his confession. " I was at 'Mione and Ron's house. And I told them... I was bent. That Ginny caught us together..."
Draco frowned, "You told Granger and the Weasel that we were fucking like rabbits?"
"Well yes... but no. I told them Ginny caught me with a man. Just not what man." Harry heard the kettle go off and watched as he made two cups of tea. He noted that Draco's had two extra scoops sugar. Very little milk. No wonder his mouth always tasted so sweet. He must have had a sweet tooth. Harry smiled warmly when Draco set the second cup of tea in front of him but instantly frowned when Draco sat in an oversized arm chair instead of next to him.
"Ah, ashamed you were fucking an ex death eater then?" Draco asked raising one elegant eyebrow as he blew on his tea taking a sip shortly after.
"Fuck Draco, why are you like this. No. I'm no ashamed of your past! I was ashamed that I was bloody bent and it just didn't feel right telling them about you until I had you back. So I drank myself stupid in their flat, lied and said I was going home to owl you and walked myself to your flat. You aren't too far from them you know." Harry looked at the man in front of him. Draco was truly very handsome. He couldn't believe he never had noticed before now. His hair had gotten long through the war. He now wore it in a neat braid down his back. His features had softened, while as a kid Draco had been pointy and posh, now he looked softer, more angel like. But his eyes, still the same intense storm grey they had always been. "Draco, I wanted to say I was sorry, for what I said that day. I was terrified of the feelings I was having. I was so worried about everyone else, I forgot to think about what I wanted. I hurt you as a result of that."
"What is it that you want then Harry?"
"You, Draco. I want to come home from a long day at work and find you in the kitchen cooking dinner. I want to be able to wrap my arms around you, kiss you, touch you. Take you to bed. Our bed. Make love, fall asleep holding you and wake up limbs tangled together. I want it all, but only if it's with you Draco. I know we have a past and there's a lot for us to get through and work on. We can go as slow or as fast as you want. But please, for once in my life I want to make myself happy. And you are what makes me happy."
Draco felt his chest tighten. No one had ever looked at him like that. With all the adoring in the world. Like he walked on water. "You are pissed Harry." He said softy.
"Yes, pissed as can be. But that doesn't make what I'm saying any less true. Tell me you don't want me Draco and I will leave. I'll walk out the door and never darken your doorstep again." Harry stared at the man intensely. "You say the words and I promise I won't bother you again. It will kill me, not having a chance with you. I think you feel it too, Draco. How good we could be together."
What seemed like hours of silence passed between them. Draco could hear Ginny in his head, and Blaise. Their encouraging words, things they saw between the two of them. "Fine, we can give it a try Harry. This isn't going to be easy for us. The press, your friends and family, the ministry. This is going to be a wild ride. " he said gently.
Harry didn't care, Draco was agreeing to try with him. Harry moved from the couch with speed Draco didn't think the drunk man could have and was instantly on him. Their mouths meeting in a needy frenzy.
Two weeks was too long to go without drowning in the blond man's kisses. Two weeks was too long to go without touching the man's skin, to feel his body beneath his, to hear his moans and pants as he brought him to ecstasy.
The two broke a part and Harry held Draco's face in his hands. "Let's finish this in your bedroom. Then we can fall asleep with me holding you. And I'll make breakfast in the morning." Harry leaned in peppering his face with kisses.
"Mmm. Fine but I get to be in charge tonight. You owe me." Draco stood up taking the tanned and calloused hand pulling him towards his bedroom, tea forgotten.
"Whatever you want Draco, I'll give you the world."
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