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Harry rubbed sleep from his eyes, he was so tired. His nightmares had changed from the usual one with Voldemort, where his leg was twisted almost as much as his mind. But these new ones were different, he dreamt of a cold, sparse living room. A room where not much living was to be done, where he sat alone, clinging onto his wants like a child. There were no Christmas or birthday cards on the mantle on the unlit fireplace. It was just him, alone and ashamed.
He shuffled to the side of the bed, pulled a pair of Molly's wholly socks on, his brace on top. Once activated he stood, make his way to the window. The sun outside was stuck behind the hills and grey clouds, a sign that colder weather was due to arrive soon. It was fitting weather for a day like today.
Harry knew he should snap himself out of this, he had tried. But he had made a promise, and he stuck to them. He would get through today, and maybe the ache wouldn't be as painful. Avoiding Draco all together had simultaneously helped him and made him more miserable; like a double edged sword. But in a few months they were to take their final exams, and Harry might not see Draco after they graduated. His future was still undetermined, but he had a fail safe of simply going on a very long holiday to all the places he hadn't been brought along too in his childhood. He would enjoy Spain, Portugal and even France, maybe there he would find the answer.
He pulled the rest of his clothes on, including his most recent Molly jumper, integrated with heating charms. That brought him out of his slum a bit, she was the mother he had never had, and this jumper felt like one of her hugs. Maybe after his holiday he could go help her out, learn her recipes, understand how magical houses worked. It sounded nice.
He took a swig of his pain potion, swung his bag over his shoulder and headed down the stairs. He stopped dead, because standing there, nervously toeing the carpet was Draco. Even in the bleak light of the common room Harry could make out the dark circles under his eyes, the jumpiness of his gaze, one hand behind his back as if hiding something.
"Er, hi."
Draco cleared his throat, "hey, how are you?"
Harry frowned. "Fine. What about you?"
The smile was forced. "Been better, to be honest. I actually have something for you."
A look of confusion washed over his face, then muddled with something more sour. His arms crossed over his chest.
"Well, I want to give it you, but not here."
He huffed, "I don't want a pity gift. You don't owe me anything. I'm going down to breakfast."
Harry readjusted his bag, torn between finding out what Draco had got him and his pride. He didn't do well with presents out of the blue. He didn't do well with getting something in return for nothing. It was nothing to stand up for Draco, it was nothing to allow him the very least; a potential future.
"Harry just wait please, it's not like that."
He sighed heavily, giving Draco a look to say, well, get on with it.
"I can't give it to you here, we have to go down to the pitch."
The pitch? Was this a joke, even in their brief whirlwind time together Draco knew how he felt about flying. To bait that, wave it in his face, now that was cruel. Harry wanted to lash out in anger, but the look on Draco's face stopped him. He looked genuinely nervous, as if he was worried about this happening. Worried that he would have this exact response. But there was something else, a flick of hope, light and openness that hadn't been there in the past few months, not that Harry had been looking. He had tried not too.
"It's not a joke, I'm not making fun of you, really. I know I've been avoiding you and that's appalling behaviour on my part and for that I apologise. But I needed some time to work on myself, just if you could just allow me to show you this."
Harry's gaze softened, of course, Draco was hurting too. Maybe this time torn apart was worth something, a lesson perhaps, if someone was determined enough to listen.
His shoulders sagged. "I'm sorry too, I thought it would be easier to stay away."
Draco smiled a little at that, "me too, kind of was just-"
"Shit."
"Yeah, so what do you say?"
He looked up at Draco, the way his blond hair was falling around his face, a few strands curling just by his cheekbones. Even in this grey lighting he looked ethereal. He held a soft smile just for Harry, he recalled the feeling of those lips on his own, the slide of his tongue in his mouth.
"Alright, but we have to be quick, it's-"
"French toast for breakfast, I know. Let's head down."
The walk down was tense, but not in the awkward way he had expected it to be. It was tense in the way on untold words, leashed feelings and hidden desires. Tense in the way that their bodies wanted nothing more than to get closer, to touch each other once again, they way both of them wished for desperately in the privacy of their own rooms. Once in the middle of the pitch did Harry break the tension.
"So…"
The paper wrapping crinkled where Draco had placed it carefully in his pocket. He fished it out, mouth suddenly dry. Was this the right thing to do? Before his courage wavered he passed it over, gaze lowered.
"Oh, can I open it?"
Draco nodded.
Harry's fingers worked carefully, determined not to tear the wrapping; holding it as if were something precious. He did love getting presents, the novelty which may never wear off on him, but there always had to be an occasion to deserve a gift. Once unwrapped he stared perplexed at the cool metal in his palm. He looked up at Draco quizzically
Draco held his gaze for half a second then the rush of words tumbled out of his mouth. "So, I know you had mentioned before how much you missed flying. Anyway I did a load of research and found a team made up of disabled players. And I wanted to tell you about it, but we weren't on talking terms. But then I thought wouldn't it be so cool if I could create a custom piece like they do on their team which could let you fly again? Anyway so-"
"Woah, fucking slow down. So this is a custom foot rest?"
Draco swallowed nervously, "yeah, I mean I got the measurements off your feet and shoes when you were sleeping which now that I'm saying it out loud sounds very inappropriate. Oh merlin, I sound like a creep. Basically, uh, you should be able to fly."
"You...but it's in solid gold." He breathed.
Draco waved a dismissive hand, "yeah, well, don't worry about it. And if you don't like it just say so I can return it or whatever. I just wanted you to see it that's all. I'll leave you to it."
He went to turn, perhaps hide his face in a library book until it wasn't just as red. The request for it to be in gold was maybe a bit much, even the manufacturer double checked with him. But Harry only deserved the best.
"Wait."
He stopped, glancing at Harry with an anxious look.
"Stay with me?" He asked, and how could Draco refuse.
"Alright, I can fix it to my broom if you'd like."
The smile was genuine. "I would like that. Thank you Draco."
Ten minutes later, following the spells and instructions in the letter Draco's sleek broom was affixed with the custom fitted pieces. Harry was hesitating, biting his lip when he thought Draco wasn't looking. It was the same worry Draco had. What if this didn't work.
"Uh, I think that's you set?"
Harry nodded, gently hovering a shaking hand over the broom which flew with a loud smack into his palm. He carefully slotted his bad foot in first, in awe of the exact measurements which held his heel in place. A supple yet strong leather strap kept the arch of his foot in place, self tightening. The toe of the boot was secured in the golden front plate.
"There's a button here that angles the foot plate, and the big latch on the top is the emergency release. It's attuned to the broom, so even if you start to fall it will release the catch."
He played with the buttons near the top of the broom, noting the smooth mechanics that tilted his foot up and down, the ease that the entire metal contraption released when the emergency button was pressed.
With butterflies in his stomach he pushed off the ground. He felt as though he was twelve years old again, hovering a foot above the ground with that same rush of adrenaline, the same passion filling him once again. His good foot went into the unmodified footplate by second nature. He leaned forwards, doing a careful lazy circle around the pitch, staying low, just in case.
He wasn't falling. This was working. His foot was secure. With a surge of almost a year of waiting, he pulled his weight backwards, tilting the broom into the air. He shot up with a startled laugh that was whisked away by the wind. The familiar rush of air ruffled his hearing and hair, and he couldn't help but become overcome with emotion. He had never imagined he could fly again, and now here he was, high above the pitch, staring down at the blond figure on the ground. With a need for adrenaline he darted towards the ground, flattening out with a sharp spin until he landed on the ground.
He hopped off, forgetting to press the button, then once freed rushed over to Draco. He pulled him into a bone crushing hug that Hermione would have been proud of.
"Holy shit!" He managed to squeak out into Draco's uniform before he pulled back.
"Harry? Fuck don't cry what's wrong? Oh Merlin I've fucked it up haven't I?"
He hadn't even realised that he was crying, but he was, not just crying but sobbing. He wiped them off on his sleeve, his face splitting into the biggest smile Draco had ever seen.
"I'm crying because this is the best present I've ever gotten in my entire life you dickhead! Fucking come over here!"
Draco was pulled into yet another bone crushing hug, but this time he allowed himself to wrap his arms around Harry. He was warm and solid around him, it made Draco not want to let go. There was that familiar scent of his cologne, the tickle of his curls against his cheek and the bite of the temples of his glasses just above his jaw. Draco regretfully pulled away after a minute too long, yet not nearly long enough. It was now time to come out with the truth.
"There may be one other thing…"
Harry dried his still wet cheeks, knocking his glasses askew as he did so.
"Well I may have written to the club pretending to be you and they invited you to a try out in The Saint Superiors. The Quiddich team I mentioned."
"You what?" Harry asked, confused.
Fearing the worst, he rambled, yet again, "you can always cancel! But it was obvious this is what you wanted to be doing once you leave school. You just didn't have the tools to do it. But you can, the world just had to adapt to you not the other way around."
The look he got in return was so intense that he might have gone blind with the roaring emotions there. But Harry wasn't angry, no, he looked like he was in love.
"Draco fucking Malfoy. You're so fucking good it hurts. Can you see that now? You're so easy to love, so deserving of it. Can you see it yet?"
Draco averted his eyes, but this reaction had proved a balm on his internal wounds. He had hoped to do some good, and maybe selfishly he thought that this was perhaps the best thing he had done for someone. It didn't outdo the damage he had done, families twisted apart with death by his helping hand, but it was a good start to plant a new meadow of the next chapter of his life. His old one may be rotted and haunted, but it was a reminder of how far he had yet to go, how many gardens he could create, lives he could help.
Maybe he'd never feel fully deserving, but it was a place to start. He wanted Harry too, it was time to be brave, to not care what others would think, because he knew the truth. He was trying, he could be good.
"Okay," he said carefully, "let me carry your bag later?"
Harry stilled, staring at him wide eyed.
"It's boyfriend behaviour, right?"
Harry's smile was wide, eye's watering once again. "Really?"
"If you'll have me, that is."
Harry let out a squeal, pressing up onto to press kisses onto Draco's cheek. He giggled into it, letting his hands come up to rest of Harry's jawline. Harry stared up, mouth parted as he breathed heavily. Draco couldn't help himself, he dipped his head down and caught his mouth into a breathtaking kiss. A kiss that conveyed the rueful mourning of not having the pleasure of having his lips pressed up against him. The promise of more to come, of making up for lost time. Harry sighed into it, turning the simple press of lips into a heavier make out. His desperation and lust from months of missing Draco evident not only in the blooming heat of his groin, but also in the tightening of his hands in Draco's hair.
When they pulled away, both pupils were much more dilated than before. "I'll always have you. Come on let's fly together, I'm a bit rusty. Need to practice for my try out!"
That evening they sat down at the dinner table, knees knocking together, smiles stuck to their faces. The day had passed in a blur, Harry distracted with the thoughts of making a practice routine, or even asking Ron and Ginny to help him get back up to speed. But mostly, it was refreshing to have Draco back at his side, smiling at him like a love sick puppy. They had both gotten what they wanted.
"I don't mean to alarm you Harry, but he's back," Ron remarked with a knowing smirk.
Harry rolled his eyes, "I am aware, we're good now. I've got something to show you guys later actually."
Hermione gave him a smile, closing her book. "Oh how exciting Harry, you two will be a fantastic couple, disastrous, but fantastic."
Draco thanked her, then changed to the topic to the upcoming exams. Harry took the opportunity to drop his hand down under the table, finding Draco's thigh and squeezing the muscle there teasingly. Draco faltered in his speech for one second, the only indication that he was phased with the touch.
Harry was wound up, months of only having his right hand to keep him company at night didn't compare to the times they had had in that week. The way Draco had been so open and willing on his fingers, taking him so well with ass up. Then the way he prepped himself in the shower, before sinking onto his cock, bouncing on it as he had been made to do it. The way his brows scrunched up when he came. He wanted more, the hand on Draco's thigh trailed upwards slowly. The muscle twitched, then opened wide, giving Harry access to slide even higher. He let himself have one barely there brush against Draco's already hard cock, before taking his hand away and tucking into some dessert.
Draco's eyes lingered on the way Harry's tongue darted out to catch the dripping custard, the way he licked his lips after a swig of pumpkin juice. He wanted that mouth on him again, he needed it. Harry leaned over, whispering something into his ear. He couldn't help but bite back a smirk.
When ten pm struck Draco was ready, knuckles barely raping on Harry's door before it was swung open and he was dragged inside.
He was pressed against the wooden door, the startled noise swallowed by Harry's lips on his again. His body sighed into it, pressing against the plush of Harry's mouth, turning the kiss into something much more desperate.
When they hit the mattress, Harry underneath Draco, they were panting, lips swollen and slick with spit. Half of their clothes were rumpled where frantic fingers had dug into them, tugging and pulling. Draco's fingers crept under Harry's muggle shirt, some faded band shirt and trailed up to his chest. He flicked over the nipples there, relishing in the way Harry arched into his touch.
"Take it off, Jesus, take all of it off."
Draco leaned forwards, a fantasy running rampant in his mind, one where Harry was underneath him like this, taking him. He licked at the shell of Harry's ear, mouthing his way down to his neck and sucking lightly there.
"Can I fuck you tonight?" he asked into the pounding jugular under his tongue.
Harry only whimpered, and nodded frantically.
"Do you remember what I said that day? That I was going to take you apart with my fingers, until you're so dumb with it that you can't speak. Then, and only when you're begging for it will I give you my cock. I'll fuck you until you scream my name, how does that sound?"
"Jesus, fuck, yes, anything."
Draco tugged Harry's shirt off first, then his own afterwards before dipping his mouth down to those dark nipples on his chest. He licked at them, keeping his gaze on him the whole time, then with a smirk scraped his white teeth against them. Harry's mouth dropped open, a moan spilling out. He lingered there, wetting the nubs with kitten licks of his tongue until Harry was squirming with need underneath him.
His lips continued to trail down Harry's stomach, stopping where the seam of his jeans lay. He nuzzled into the heat there, smiling when Harry's hips bucked up in response. He made quick work of Harry's jeans, the zipper no louder than Harry's quick breathing. Both jeans and boxers were tugged down in one, tossed to the side. His own tossed onto the floor a second later.
"You ready?"
Harry nodded so vigorously that his glasses slipped halfway down his face. He looked desperate, and so delicious like this. If Draco had more patience right now he would taste every part of Harry right now, but that could wait for another day. He reached for his wand, casting the usual spells before spelling warmed lube onto his fingers. He wanted this to be special for him. Harry's legs fell open, watching in awe of anticipation.
Draco took his time, swirling his fingers around the puckered entrance, then and only when Harry pressed his hips towards him did he start to press the tip of his finger inside. It was tight, but he relaxed around him within seconds, eyes fluttering as Draco slid the entire finger in to the hilt.
"You feel so good, so tight. I can't wait to fuck you into this mattress."
Harry gasped, "fucking get on with it then."
Draco slowed the pace of his finger, leaning forwards to mouth at Harry's neck. He squirmed more in response, trying to fuck himself onto the intrusion. Draco shifted upwards and caught his lips into another searing kiss, his tongue licking into Harry's mouth at the same as a second finger joined, his hole sucking them in greedily. His tongue flicked in time with each curl of his fingers, lapping up the muffled mewls coming out of Harry's throat. He knew when he found the spot when Harry broke the kiss, throwing his head to the side, fingers curling into the sheets.
"Fuck, another." Harry demanded breathlessly.
Draco worked his way back down to his nipples. scraping them with his teeth again, less gently than before. Harry's back arched again, loud moan spilling out of his gaping mouth. He pressed a chaste kiss against the circular scar in the middle of Harry's chest.
"You have to ask nicely, can you do that for me, Harry?"
Harry attempted to reply, Draco smirked and finger fucked him harder so only a garbled moan was heard.
"What was that?" Draco teased.
Harry's eyes were almost completely black when he forced them open a second later. He hissed something in parseltongue. If he kept doing that, Draco would come before he could even get inside him.
A third finger nudged it's way in, stretching against the rim before sliding inside as if belonged there. The muscle around the digits was hot and accommodated for the stretch quickly. Draco watched in awe as Harry whined loud, head thrown back and cock spurting more pre-cum to the already growing pile on his stomach. The sight of his long fingers sliding into that heat with no resistance was intoxicating. He wanted to drag this out longer, but his own cock was throbbing, so hard it was hurting.
With a final scissoring motion he checked back in with Harry. "This still okay?"
"Just, fuck, are you going to fuck me or what?"
Draco pulled out his fingers, almost feeling bad when Harry let out a groan at the loss. He slicked up his own cock, hissing as he finally got some friction. Harry was staring, tucking his knees to his chest so he was completely exposed. The sight of his hole, stretched open and dripping in lube almost made Draco duck his head and use his tongue there instead. That was for another time.
"Here, pillow for your hips."
Once settled, Harry tugged Draco into another kiss. This one was lighter, gentle and almost loving. The hand of Draco's jaw was trembling slightly and he understood. Harry had never been on the receiving end and this kiss was a confirmation of his trust in Draco. Harry was telling him without words that there was something more than want here.
He pressed forwards, the tip of his cock nudging against Harry's entrance. He wasn't sure how he'd fit but found himself sliding in a few inches not but a second later. The heat and tightness engulfed him immediately, he groaned, catching Harry's hooded gaze. Harry's mouth was dropped open again, gasping into the room, his glasses now completely off his face. They stared at each other, raw vulnerability showing on both their faces. The small space between their shared breaths heavy with a feeling left unsaid.
Draco slid in a few more inches, struggling to keep his eyes open but finding it worth it when Harry's eyelids fluttered, a keening moan escaping into the heat of their combined air. Harry dug a heel into Draco's thigh, pulling him close and allowing him to finally bottom out.
"Fuck."
"Is it okay? Can I continue?"
Harry clenched around him, "what were you saying about fucking me until I screamed your name, is that happening anytime soon? I'm ready you -"
He broke off with a startled moan as Draco pulled his cock almost the whole way out and thrust back inside. The hands that flew up to grip onto Draco's shoulders was enough confirmation to keep going. He gently fucked into him, groaning at the hot slick slide of the muscle, intoxicated at the feeling. It took a few minutes but with the right angle he hit Harry's prostate head on. Harry's nails dug into his shoulder, head thrown back as pleasure made the ache of his groin hotter, he wasn't going to last long.
"H-harder, fuck you feel so good."
Draco did as he was told, pulling out almost all the way, until Harry's rim caught on the head of his cock, then plunged back, drilling into his prostate. Hard. He set up a brutal pace, the pleasure so overwhelming it was all Harry could do to let out gasping ahs on every quick thrust. Harry looked up, finding Draco's intense gaze, his sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, his spit bitten lips and pink blush on his cheeks.
"I- I'm close. Fuck, I- touch me!"
Draco's large fingers closed over his weeping and neglected cock, stroking it in the way Harry loved. The friction had him bucking into the fist, then back down onto the dick that kept him stretched open and full. The heat in his groin was building so fast that he was on the brick of an earth shattering orgasm within a few twists of Draco's cleaver wrist.
He wanted to let Draco know, but all he could was babble out his name. His head threw back one more time, fingers digging into Draco's sweaty shoulder blades. He came with a sobbing moan, spilling over Draco's fist. He was fucked through it, the white hot pleasure washing over him in waves until he was boneless. He must have clenched around Draco because he came back to jelly like limbs with the distinct feeling of Draco's soft cock slipping out of his sore hole and a warm slide of his cum sliding out over his puffy rim. The thought alone made him moan softly again.
"I love you." Harry said to the ceiling.
Draco rolled onto Harry's side, panting. He looked over in time to see Harry panic a bit, then reached out a hand, bringing Harry's knuckles up to his lips. "I love you too, so how would you rate that for a first time?"
Harry rolled his eyes, biting back a smile "acceptable."
"Another round?" Draco asked, "I could clean you up. With my tongue."
Harry let out another soft moan at the thought of it, he gently pulled Draco into a short peck. He had never been happier for a potion explosion, it had created something much more solid in the aftermath. And Draco could get used to this, Harry felt right around him, for once he could see a future here. A future where Harry was happy, where they could get a big house with an even bigger field so Harry could fly all he wanted. A future where they were both imperfect but enough for one another, enough to deserve each other's happiness. It was exciting, enthralling and entirely theirs for the taking.
He thought only of Harry when he scotched back down his body and put his mouth to work.