Million thanks to my wonderful beta krazyredhead0317 for a quick edit.
Prompt word: distrust
Daft Wanker
It was never the same after that night. Draco was never the same. They still shagged, and he still smelled of sandalwood. But, there was so much distrust in his grey eyes… so much pain.
And Harry saw and knew exactly what Draco wanted. He wasn't some daft wanker after all. But… It's just… He wasn't quite willing to give it to him. Frankly, he preferred everything to be the way it was. He loved the way it was, damn it!
He was the Head of Aurors, for Merlin's sake! He couldn't just suddenly start dating Draco Malfoy. Could he?