Un-beta'd, I read it over as best as I could but after I finally finished it was I was desperate to share it with you.
Sorry it's been so long, I'm really struggling to write anything since NanoWrimo. Nano was a complete failure and I think that was a big block for me. Of course it's almost time for Nano once more –eye roll- I'm doing everything I can to finish this story but it's been so long and I write so infrequently that I'm just not sure if it'll ever get the ending it deserves. All I can ask is that you stay tuned!
Disclaimer: None of the characters or the world created by JK Rowling belongs to me, nor do I make any money off this story.
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Ron managed to avoid Daphne for almost three weeks. When he saw her in the halls, he took cover and went another way, often pulling a laughing Hermione along with him as a shield; he could practically hide behind her stomach if he crouched just right. He borrowed Harry's broom for quidditch practices since Daphne was still in possession of his, and had told Hermione in Transfiguration that if he wanted it back he'd have to talk to her. It didn't feel right flying Harry's broom for a game, which led to Ron standing outside the entrance to the Slytherin common room. The portrait hadn't moved since he'd gotten there, and though he felt stupid standing outside, he had no way to contact Daphne; the two owls he'd sent were returned singed and highly irate.
"How long are you going to stand out here?'
Ron turned around, gaze hitting a familiar looking blonde in front of him. Barely five foot, with dirty blonde hair a few shades darker than her sister's, and a mutinous pout on her lips; Astoria Greengrass was obviously not happy to see him.
"Suppose I could stand out here until curfew, got nowhere else to be."
Astoria didn't laugh.
Nervously Ron tousled his hair, running a hand down the nape of his neck.
"Look, Daphne has my broom and I need it for the game on Saturday. Could you tell her I'm out here?"
Astoria walked closer, arms crossed over her chest. She looked Ron up and down more than once, eyes lingering on his hair, his face, shoulders; and his hands.
"Daphne told me you ran off when she asked you to marry her."
Ron shook his head, hands out at his sides.
"Who wouldn't? She's never spoken a word to me before this year, starts following me around, and after a few weeks of stalking drops a bombarda on me."
Astoria's lips twisted into a snarl.
"Our father is dead and his only children are female; everything goes to our cousin, including us, unless we do something about it. You're a pureblood, you should understand."
"I'm a Weasley."
"Obviously."
Ron briefly thought about telling the younger Greengrass to take a flying leap, but decided it wouldn't endear himself to her older sister and frankly, he needed his broom back.
"Look, I need to talk to Daphne. Would you get her, please?"
"No need."
Ron turned back toward the portrait to find Daphne stepping out of the common room entrance, Ron's broom in hand.
"Daphne, you can't-"
Daphne held up a hand, blue eyes stern as they locked with Astoria's own.
"Enough Astoria, Weasley and I have some things to talk about."
Astoria opened her mouth and closed it moments later, Daphne's posture said enough. Letting out a huff the younger blonde walked over to the common room entrance and slipped inside, looking at anything but her sister.
"Your funeral."
Daphne let the portrait fall closed before turning back to Ron. Silently she held out the redhead's broom and he took it with minor hesitation; afraid it was a trick and the young woman was about to jump him when he got close enough. When the broom was clear of Daphne's grasp Ron let out an internal sigh before realizing he still had to get out of a very awkward encounter.
"I'm sorry."
Ron blinked, trying to determine if he was hearing things.
"What?"
Daphne's hands were clasped tightly in front of her, fingers white with tension, and she was looking at anything except Ron's face. Blonde hair hung loosely to one side of her neck and down her chest, the strands glinting in the dim light of a nearby torch. It was obvious by her loose sweater and soft pajama like pants that Daphne hadn't planned on stepping foot outside her room, let alone the common room. Impulsively Ron reached out and gripped Daphne's hands, ignoring the alarm bells screaming in his head, and pulled her along behind him. The blonde let out a surprised squeak.
"Where are we going?"
Pausing at a corner Ron shushed the Slytherin, before making sure no one was coming and pulled her down a side hall that went towards the kitchens. Stopping short Ron lifted a particularly ugly tapestry, ducking underneath and pulling Daphne inside with him.
"What the hell Weasley?"
The alcove was small, barely big enough for the two of them; Daphne partially backed into a corner with Ron's larger frame filling up her personal space just to fit into said alcove. Ron leaned his broom in the opposite corner, refusing to leave it in the hall and alert anyone they were there. If he was really going to do this, there weren't going to be any interruptions, anything that would make the situation harder on either of them. Ron hadn't ever pulled a girl into an alcove before, even his brief stint with Lavender had him playing the monkey to her ringmaster. Though the circumstances were different, the redhead only wanted a place to talk; now that they were hidden away his heart raced as if they were ensconced away for something else entirely.
"I don't usually cozy up in dark corners with young men who turn down my proposals."
Dahpne's voice was husky in the dark, though it could have had something to do with the sound of his own heartbeat in his ears, Ron wasn't sure.
"Do you make offers of marriage often?"
Daphne's laugh was low and dry as she turned her face more toward the Gryffindor, inches from his chest. Ron could practically feel the heat of her breath through his shirt, scalding his skin and sending a shiver through him.
"Only out of desperation."
Ron shifted his weight from one foot to another and nearly jumped out of his skin when a small hand came to rest on his right flank; causing him to stumble forward and brace and arm on the wall behind Daphne's head.
"I was your best choice?"
The darkness made it hard to see anything even as close as they were, it hid Ron's burning cheeks but couldn't disguise the slight stutter.
"You come from strong bloodlines, have a good family, and don't care about my money or titles. Your family may not have much but your father treats your mother like a queen and from what I hear raised all of you the same; I'd never have to fear you raising a hand against me, my sister, or my children."
Ron shook his head quickly, his mother would kill any of them if she heard they'd abused their spouses in any manner; there'd be nothing left for the aurors to find. His father wouldn't lift a finger to help them.
"If I reach the age of nineteen and remain unmarried, the Greengrass estate and titles goes to a second cousin who doesn't even bear the name. This includes myself and my sister. My father was never able to change things, the magic is too old, and he's not here to protect us anymore."
Ron had never been particularly envious of other more well off pureblood families despite wishing the Weasley family had been a little richer, he knew the sacrifices his parents had made to help others in need, but things like this only solidified how he already felt about pureblood politics as a whole. Daphne and Astoria were stuck between a rock and hard place with one choice being slightly better than the other in their minds.
"We're strangers."
Daphne's tone was stronger than before, her hand moving up his side and around his back, pulling Ron's unsteady frame towards her.
"We don't have to be."
When the young woman's lips touched his jawline Ron's lungs seized up, unable to inhale. Jerking back from the Slytherin wasn't easy, considering the lack of space. Looking down at the blonde Ron wasn't sure what to say, he wasn't exactly thrilled at being just a solution to her problem but couldn't deny it wasn't a completely horrible prospect. Daphne was looking anywhere but at him and the hand that rested on his back was now fisted in his sweater; Ron didn't need to see her face to know she was embarrassed.
"Go on a date with me."
Daphne's head snapped up.
"What?"
Ron took a slow breath in and out, searching for whatever backbone he could muster at the moment.
"Go on a date with me."
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"So you're going on a date with her? When?"
Ron caught the quaffle Harry tossed his way, spinning the ball in his hand before tossing it back.
"Next weekend most likely, going to ask Headmistress McGonagall for a pass to leave Hogwarts and maybe go somewhere nice. I was thinking maybe even going muggle if Hermione can recommend something that won't totally freak her out."
"Freak out who?"
Ron snatched the quaffle out of the air and rolled toward his bedroom door just as Hermione closed it behind her. Toeing off her shoes the brunette made her way over to the pair and leaned against the edge of the bed.
"Ron has a date."
Hermione's eyebrows rose and a smiled stretched across her lips.
"A wedding date?"
Ron stuck his tongue out at her.
"A regular date."
Hermione grinned.
"I know of a great restaurant in the city, dad used to take mom there all the time. Kind of a whole in the wall place so reservations aren't a problem."
Ron sat up and flipped Harry off as the quaffle went sailing past his head with a Wingardium Leviosa, bright orange fringe fluttering in the small wake the ball left behind. Sliding off the bed Ron put on his best angelic face and practically stared Hermione down until she laughed.
"I know you're tired Hermione, but would you go with me to see McGonagall? We can raid the kitchens after for dessert."
Harry hopped up from his chair.
"I'm in!"
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Harry flopped into the chair behind the desk as the classroom door shut behind the last of the energetic third years headed to lunch. The upcoming Grynffindor versus Ravenclaw match was expected to be a bout to rival any Slytherin versus Gryffindor grudge match simply due to the skill of the players currently on the rosters, and it was the only thing occupying anyone's mind at the moment. The match was three days away and it seemed like none of the students could concentrate on anything else, himself included albeit for different reasons. While the other students wanted to party the night away and sleep in the next morning, Harry was looking forward to the outcome of a very risky bet, very nearly salivating over the thought of his prize.
There was no doubt in Harry's mind that the Ravenclaw seeker was more skilled than Ginny, she was lithe and quick; however Harry was sure Grynffindor would win even if Ravenclaw caught the snitch; Demelza Robbins and Natalie McDonald were a great deal more savage and aggressive with their goals and steals than the other chasers. If Gryffindor won despite Ravenclaw catching the snitch, Harry got to dictate his and Draco's next meeting.
"It's not too late to change your mind."
Harry swiveled in his chair, arms coming down from behind his head as he did so. Professor Savage stood in the doorway to his office, leaning heavily on his cane. The older man's hair had grown out and was tied away from his face, strands falling loose to one side and casting a shadow along the razor thin scarring there. Stepping forward Savage limped toward Harry, and despite the permanent injury he still held an imposing air about him that Harry had begun to find oddly attractive.
"This again?"
Savage's laugh was raspy from disuse.
"I'll bring it up as many times as it takes. People like us don't shed as much blood as we have to retire quietly."
Harry shook his head.
"I want the quiet and there's nothing you or Kingsley can say to change that."
While it was true Savage was one of the most qualified people ever appointed to the DADA position, he wasn't there just to teach; the DMLE was in need of bodies badly and Savage was here to recruit the best and brightest to fill the ranks. Kingsley thought Harry's decision to teach was a waste and had set Savage on persuading him into the DMLE's embrace.
Savage stopped in front of the desk and stared down at the raven haired young man, his eyes hard and face unreadable.
"One day you'll get bored with the tedious routine and the disgusting level of ignorance in these halls; Kingsley will be waiting."
Harry shook his head slightly.
"Maybe, but for now, I'm good."
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Hermione lifted the last two tomes and sighed, grimacing at the pain in her back. Over the last few weeks she'd become increasingly uncomfortable overall but her back had been aching something fierce all day.
"You really shouldn't be carrying all those."
Hermione turned to find Draco leaning against a shelf, his smudged hands full of notes from his continued inventory of the history of magic section. The blonde had filled out since September, gaining a few more pounds in lithe muscle, and taking the edge off the sharper features in his face; he no longer looked like a starved prisoner.
"I didn't think I'd need to pull my wand out for a few books but I guess I was wrong."
"I suppose that doesn't happen often."
Draco folded the parchment up and stuck it in his back pocket before coming forward and taking the books from Hermione's arms. Hermione's cheeks warmed at the gesture before mumbling a thank you and leading Draco to the transfiguration section where the books normally resided. Hermione pointed out where the books needed to be returned to and couldn't help but watch the blonde's muscles tense under the material of his shirt as he reached above his head. Draco caught Hermione staring when he turned back around, lips twisting into a shadow of his old smirk. Hermione rolled her eyes and shrugged, the Slytherin wasn't hard on the eyes.
"If the show's free I'm not going to turn it down."
Draco chuckled and followed Hermione back to her table, watching her collect her things.
"If you're done for the night I'll lock up."
"Definitely done. I'm running late for dinner, Ron has promised to rub my feet, and I have a very lengthy appointment with my bed afterwards."
Draco followed Hermione out the door, locking it behind him before tucking away the key. The blonde turned to head toward the dungeons and Hermione stopped him before she realized what she was doing, her hand grabbing at his elbow. Draco didn't flinch like Hermione expected but his posture was stiff even after she let go.
"Harry's serious, he wouldn't put the effort in if he wasn't. I just want you to know that."
Draco didn't face her, his shoulders hunched in on himself.
"I know."
Hermione let out a shallow breath, heart still pounding in her ears as she watched Draco walk away.
"See you at the match tomorrow. Goodnight."
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Hermione blinked slowly, her brain heavy with sleep. She was amazingly comfortable, covered by blankets and laying on the softest mattress she'd ever slept on. The room was dark and the young woman was slightly confused as to her whereabouts. Last she remembered she was having dinner with Severus, telling him about her summers in France with her maternal grandmother as a small child; and now she was waking in a dark room, covered in blankets and fighting a desire to go back to sleep.
Opening her eyes Hermione blinked, momentarily startled by the dark figure sitting in an armchair several feet away. Hermione could tell it was Severus by the way her heart continued to race, as if sensing his proximity. He was leaned back with his legs stretched out, arms resting at his sides, and hands gripping the ends of the chair arms like it was to be ripped out from under him. His head was titled to the side, dark hair falling over his shoulder, watching her like a gargoyle on guard. Severus hadn't cut his hair in months, not since he told her about the dragon that slumbered in his chest. Since then it had grown to his shoulder blades, losing its oiliness and becoming thicker around his temples and hairline.
Severus has stopped trying to hide some of his more animalistic traits with potions and though it had made him slightly more aggressive with his less adept students, it also began reversing a few of his less liked physical traits. He'd begun ditching his outer robes later in the day, his body temperature like a furnace combined with the steam from all those cauldrons. His long hair was now tied in a low ponytail, only loose when he adjusted it between classes or when he took it down behind closed doors. More than once Hermione had heard a few first years fawning over his newly altered appearance but the older students were obviously more wary of the dark prince their beast instructor was becoming.
"I took your bed."
Hermione's throat was dry, her voice slightly raspy.
"I put you there."
"Sorry."
"I'm not."
Hermione huffed a laugh and rolled onto her back, staring up at the stone ceiling.
"Why are you so tense?"
The growl that slipped from Severus's lips made Hermione look at him, light from the fire in the living area casting a halo around him.
"Severus?"
Severus's voice was gravelly and had dropped an octave, his hands tightening against the wood until it groaned in protest.
"You're lying in my bed, spreading your scent all over my pillows and sheets. It's hard enough to keep my gaze off you under normal circumstances but the next few days will take everything I have not to lock you away and keep you all to myself."
Hermione licked her lips, breath leaving her lungs in a rush. They were very careful about their boundaries, the dragon's boundaries. Hermione wasn't ready to fully commit to the idea of them together and heeded Severus's warnings about his lack of restraint and personal contact. Now that the beast was no longer hibernating it wouldn't take much for the monster to get the wrong idea and permanently latch onto her for life.
"I'm sorry, I can-"
"We're not."
Hermione jerked, sitting up as quickly as her stomach would let her and stared at the potions master. The stone around his neck was glowing eerily from behind his shirt while he pulled claw like nails from the wood of the chair.
"Severus?"
The rumble that echoed through the room told Hermione Severus was no longer a solo pilot. He had warned her of this, of the dragon's insistent pushing, trying to get to the forefront and control things. It appeared for the moment he finally had and the young woman didn't know what to do.
"He's here."
Hermione tried to adjust herself but had difficulty with the softness of the mattress, eventually giving up and leaning back on her arms. Licking her lips she watched the man stand gracefully before walking over to the bed, his steps languid and very much predator like.
"Do not be afraid."
Hermione shook her head, messy curls bouncing.
"I'm not."
"Then why does your heart race?"
Severus came to a stop at the edge of the bed, leaning down and over Hermione with one knee on the edge of the mattress until she was once again laid flat. Severus's shirt gaped open enough that his necklace slipped out, the stone glowing brightly, the chain having enough length to drop the rock onto her chest. Hermione could feel the warmth through the thin material of her button up shirt and wanted to feel it against her bare skin.
Severus leaned closer, his face coming to rest on her chest before drifting upwards and into the curve of her neck. Hermione could hear him sniffing, feel the tip of his tongue leaving a scalding trail along her skin.
"It's good to finally meet you Hermione."
Hermione shivered at the way her name was drawn out, the syllables thick with a growl no normal man should be able to make. Hermione raised a hand and slipped it into the thick locks that had fallen like a curtain, gripping them and pulling until she could once again look Severus in the face. Aside from the unnatural noises that came out of his throat, he looked no different than normal, the Severus she had grown to care for and lust after with a perverse desire.
"Do you have a name?"
Severus shook his head slightly, gaze narrowing on her face.
"Names do not matter."
"No?"
"No. Only this."
Severus's mouth slipped over hers despite the tight grip she had on his hair. His lips were rough and hot, the pressure almost bruising and making it hard to breathe. When his tongue prodded at her lips Hermione didn't hesitate, opening her mouth to let him inside. The two handed grip Hermione had on his hair was no doubt painful but the man didn't react until she wrapped her calf around his thigh and pulled him closer, arching into his hard body. The snarl that left his lips fanned the small flame in her chest into an inferno, the Gryffindor's body suddenly hot and her skin unbearably tight. Hermione let out a mewling noise when she couldn't get as close as she wanted, her enlarged stomach a barrier between them.
Knocking on the main door outside the bedroom made Severus snarl once more, ripping his lips from Hermione's and glaring at the door behind him. There was a moment where he froze, spacing out for a nanosecond. Turning back to Hermione his eyes roved over her swollen lips and pink cheeks, light panting breaths making her chest rise and fall in an uneven staccato.
"We will not wait much longer."
Instantly the stone's light dimmed and Hermione new the beast was gone, back to the recesses of Severus's mind. Severus's muscles began to shake above her, his whole body wracked with shivers as he leaned forward and placed his forehead against her chest. Hermione groaned and wiggled when his hips met the juncture of her thighs, thick cock tight against the material of his pants, the heat making her tingle with need.
The knocking came again.
"I sent an elf for Potter to come get you just before you woke."
Severus's voice was raw and rough, no doubt from the abuse it suffered only minutes earlier; his vocal cords forced to make noises they weren't meant to.
"Oh."
Hermione couldn't help the disappointment that flashed through her, the raging inferno inside her flashing out as if it had been smothered with a blanket. She knew it was best to leave, it wouldn't be fair to Severus or the dragon to give false hopes when she still wasn't sure, but it made her chest ache that he was able to just let her walk away; let another man take her away even if it was only Harry. Hermione knew it didn't make sense but that didn't stop the rush of emotion, the pregnancy hormones were making her think stupid things and feel even stupider feelings.
Severus raised his head and licked away the one tear that had fallen despite Hermione's best efforts.
"Next time this happens, I won't let you go."
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"Everything seems to be progressing nicely Ms. Granger. Both you and the baby have reached a good weight and I think we can lower your nutrition potion to twice a week, preferably in the mornings with food."
Hermione sagged in relief. Every check in with Madame Pomfrey had just enforced her need for the supplement she had been prescribed, neither she nor the baby had been gaining enough weight to satisfy the Matron until now. Lifting her head Hermione locked eyes with Severus, the dark haired man standing stiffly in the corner of Pomfrey's office. The Matron had blinked in silence a few times when the Head of Slytherin slipped in the door behind Hermione, lowering the blinds and standing clear of the window. It was a bold move to be accompanying Hermione to her appointment, the behavior out of character, especially toward one of the students he had shown his dislike for the most. These were extraordinary circumstances however and there wasn't a doubt in Poppy's mind that he'd silence whoever saw him.
"Any lethargy?"
"Hermione has been overly tired, she fell asleep after dinner last night."
Madame Pomfrey smiled at Severus, it was refreshing to see him so concerned about anyone since the Evans girl all those years ago.
"That is not unexpected, the baby seems to be making up for lost time growth wise. However, I was asking after the child's activity."
Hermione laughed at the grimace that twisted Severus's lips; it was cute that he meant well and made the Gryffindor's embarrassment fade just a bit. Hermione couldn't help that she'd fallen asleep like a child, curled up on the couch in front of the fire in Severus's rooms; she was just so tired lately.
"She's been a lot more active than I have."
Madame Pomfrey nodded, making a couple notes in Hermione's chart before flipping it closed and walking over to her record cabinets.
"I understand your exhaustion but it is important that you get some exercise, even a few times a week."
Madame Pomfrey closed the cabinet and turned back to the pair, leveling them with a stern look.
"Appropriate exercise."
Hermione exchanged a look with Severus, momentarily confused. The heated look she received from Severus and the slight twitch of his lips made Hermione's face heat up in embarrassment.
"We're not doing that!"
"Good. You're still a student after all. Though that didn't seem to stop you before."
Severus stepped forward and helped Hermione slip off the small exam table before it vanished.
"I wasn't a teacher."
Hermione gripped Severus's hand once before pulling hers away and walking to the office door.
"Harry is taking me to the match, I'll see you later Severus. Thank you Madam Pomfrey."
Hermione slipped out the door and closed it behind her, the blinds barely moving an inch.
Severus let out a small sigh, running a hand over his face. Madame Pomfrey laughed, twirling herself lightly on her stool, as if she were forty years younger.
"You'll be alright Severus."
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The quidditch match was as savage as expected, lasting nearly five hours with each team getting over three hundred points in quaffle goals alone. Madam Hooch stopped calling fowls three hours in unless it was a serious infraction, two beaters and three chasers were given mandatory time outs; and there were a total of nine penalty shots awarded. The game ended in Gryffindor's favor, six hundred and thirty to five hundred and ninety.
Hermione had never been a very big sports fan but the excitement that afternoon was contagious and Neville joked if she didn't calm down the baby might fall out. The lioness calmed down just as a smidge afterward, but it didn't stop her from grinning like a maniac and cheering as loud as she could. When the players finally landed on the field they were swarmed by students, Gryffindors in an absolute frenzy, though the Ravenclaws didn't seem too down about their loss. What was surprising to many in attendance, was the congratulatory kiss Daphne planted on Ron in front of everyone, even if it was on the cheek. Between falling asleep last night and Ron being out the door early that morning for practice and prepping, Hermione hadn't had a chance to ask Ron how things went with Daphne; though if the kiss was any indication, Hermione imagined their dinner went rather well.
Neville helped Hermione down to the field and through the crowd where Harry and Ron stood, both young men bouncing around with the rest of their team like little kids. The party that raged in the Gryffindor common room would have been shut down by the local cops in Hermione's neighborhood, and more than a few of them would have been arrested for the alcohol that was passed around. Nobody dared comment on the Slytherin that was at the center of the chaos alongside the team captain; mostly polite smiles but a genuine laugh now and again. Hermione held out as long as she could before exhaustion took her and she curled up alongside Neville on the couch; Harry eventually carrying her to bed.
Carefully Harry climbed the stairs with Hermione in his arms, the young woman's weight barely any different despite the baby's sudden growth. Harry toed the bedroom door closed behind him and stared at the orange monstrosity that occupied Hermione's usual side of the bed. When Crookshanks showed no sign of moving Harry sighed and took Hermione around to the other side of the bed, squeezing them into the small walkway between the bed and the wall. It took some effort not to wake her but Harry eventually slipped Hermione's pants off and pulled the blankets over her, ignoring the grumbles that came from the displaced cat.
Harry glanced at his watch and cursed, hightailing it back downstairs, through the still raging party and out into the hall. Ignoring the no running in the halls rule, Harry sprinted toward the astronomy tower, scaring two second years along the way; shouting as he ran that they needed to be in their common rooms a long time ago. Taking the stairs to the top of the tower two at a time had Harry out of breath when he neared the top, but he was on time. Pausing near the large telescope mechanism Harry ran a hand through his messy hair and straightened his sweater in an attempt to appear casually laid back; instead of the internal mess he really was. Letting out a deep breath Harry continued up the last few stairs, freezing at the sight before him.
Light from the moon lit up the telescope room, basking everything in an ethereal glow. Snow on the ground below glittered like diamonds, treetops covered in a layer of pristine white, but everything paled in comparison to the young man waiting for him. Draco was faced away from Harry and leaning on the stone window frame. Blonde hair hung loose and fluttered in the wind, porcelain skin nearly glowing in the moonlight.
"The moon looks close enough to rip out of the sky."
Harry took that as permission to come closer, walking up behind the blonde until his chest nearly touched Draco's shoulder.
"You made it."
"Gryffindor won, I try to be a man of my word. I'm turning over a new leaf, if you hadn't heard."
Harry laughed, cold air burning his lungs.
"There's a rumor."
Draco turned away from the moon, steel grey eyes locking onto Harry's face. The Malfoy heir's cheeks were pink from the wind, every exhale visible for a few moments before fading away.
"I'm all yours."
Harry was sure his heart would burst from his chest, the anticipation sky rocketing his pulse, skin tight and tingly. The look in Draco's eyes was guarded as always and it frustrated Harry to no end how unaffected the other man seemed despite all of Harry's efforts to climb the walls surrounding him.
Fuck it.
Harry stepped into Draco's space and backed him into the wall, chest to chest. Draco's eyes widened in surprise minutely and the Gryffindor used that to his advantage, moving in for the proverbial kill. Left hand slipping into the blonde's hair, Harry braced himself with his right, boxing the other man in before lowering his face to Draco's and claiming his lips in a kiss. Draco's lips were soft and pliable, easily opening when Harry pressed him, making the raven haired man purr in appreciation. Despite their already minimal distance Harry tried to move closer, slipping one thigh between Draco's; his right hand leaving the wall and instead sliding under the blonde's light jacket and gripping his waist. The skin was smooth, Harry's finger trailing back and forth in the same rhythm he stroked Draco with his tongue.
Harry pulled back just enough to glance at the Slytherin's face for any panic or revulsion, pleased when he was met with glassy eyes and damp pouty lips. Carefully Harry pinched Draco's lower lip with his teeth, tongue licking away the sting and dipping back for more when Harry took Draco in another kiss, this one more aggressive than before. A groan left the blonde's lips and went straight to Harry's cock, the appendage stiffening up instantly. Two pale hands found their way to Harry's waist, bunching up in his sweater and tugging the man closer. Harry didn't have much sexual experience but kissing Draco was as close to heaven as he'd ever been and he was sure he'd die if he had to stop.
Draco slipped his tongue along Harry's, his grip on the other man's sweater tightening as he bowed his chest and tried to get closer. Harry didn't budge, stance firm and muscles tight with tension. Draco let out a cry when he was pushed back into the wall, Harry's thigh sliding between his own and pressing against his growing erection. Harry pulled back from the kiss and dropped his face into Draco's neck, teeth nibbling against the exposed skin as he slid his thigh up and down, desperate to tear more noises from Draco's throat. The hand that was in the blonde's hair travelled downward and strong fingers tightened around a pale neck.
"Why did you ask me here? Is it part of my punishment?"
Harry paused in his ministrations, running his nose up Draco's neck and into his hairline before inhaling the other man's earthy scent. Lifting his face Harry met Draco's gaze, unshed tears visible in the moonlight. The Slytherin's lower lip trembled with mixed emotions and Draco hate how vulnerable he was right then, despised it.
"No. We're replacing bad memories with good ones."
Harry descended on Draco once more, his kiss firm and unyielding; desperate to remember this moment forever. If heated kisses and a few passionate caresses were all he could have, Harry would take every one of them and leave no doubt of his intentions for the Slytherin beneath him. Raging dragons couldn't tear Harry away from Draco, Hogwarts herself could burn down around them once more and the rest of the world would have to survive without them. Harry wasn't letting Draco go until the blonde admitted he felt the same as he, whatever this crazy emotion was; they had all night.
