1000 Days of Harry Potter

Day 357

Harry is supervising the magical washing of dozens of dishes in the kitchen when Draco finishes putting Teddy to bed and goes in search of him.

"You didn't have to do all the cleaning up alone, I could have helped."

"It was no problem," Harry smiles. "You did a great job with the party—everyone had a fantastic time. Especially Teddy."

"Well, the added benefit is that he went down more quickly than I've ever seen. Completely exhausted, poor tyke."

"Good, because I could use a drink," Harry pours each of them a generous portion of Firewhisky and passes one over. "Can you believe we've been doing this for almost a year?"

Draco shakes his head and follows him up into the sitting room. "It's hard to believe it's been that long. It's hard to believe Teddy is nine now, too."

"Mhm."

Harry lights the fireplace and settles on one end of the sofa while Draco perches on the edge beside him, setting his glass down on the coffee table in front of him. He doesn't particularly like Firewhisky, but he decides he'll take a few sips later to be polite.

"I think we're doing a pretty good job,"  Harry gives him an open smile, then downs his drink and sets the empty glass down next to Draco's full one.

"We make a good team," Draco smiles back. "Who would have ever predicted that?"

"Only Andromeda," Harry laughs. "But she was right."

"Yes, she was."

When their eyes meet again, something almost tangible sparks and flares to life between them. They're close, too close, and Harry's eyes are blazing. He licks and then bites his lower lip, and Draco's eyes track the movement hungrily. He reaches out, letting his fingertips brush over his jawline.

"Harry, I—"

Harry closes his eyes for a moment, as if steeling himself, and then he opens them and leans in. "Me too, Draco."

He gently presses his mouth to Draco's, and Draco clutches his shoulders for balance. Harry kisses like he does everything else—with his entire being. It's intoxicating, the slow, sweet way his lips drag against Draco's and he's nowhere near drunk, but it feels a bit like he is. Draco's brain is cloudy, and all he can think about is how good it feels, how long he's wanted this, and how it's better than he ever could have imagined.

Draco leans back forcefully, tipping backwards on the sofa and pulling Harry down on top of him between his legs. Harry groans into the kiss, shifting his hips and lacing the fingers of one hand with Draco's above his head. "Draco."

"Yes, yes, don't stop, Harry—"

It's exquisite; Harry's tongue exploring his mouth, tasting of Firewhisky and himself, the delicious, fluid movements of their hips sending shocks of pleasure up his spine. The fingers of the hand not still held above Draco's head are tangled in Harry's messy hair, and each tug draws delicious gasps and moans from him.

Harry slides his free hand between the sofa and Draco's back and then down to grip his arse, pulling him tightly against him as he continues to ravage Draco's mouth, and everything is perfect and Draco never wants the moment to end—

And then a loud cry from upstairs forces them to jerk apart.

"HARRY!" Teddy starts crying. "I had a nightmare, Harry!"

"Teddy," they gasp in unison.

"Oh Merlin, we can't," Harry groans, climbing off of Draco and looking mortified. "We can't do this, we have to—to put Teddy first. But—" He gives Draco a pleading look. "Don't go. We need to talk, after I calm him down. Draco, please."

"I'll wait here," Draco manages to choke out.

"Okay," Harry heads for the door to go take care of Teddy, hands clutching at his own hair for a second as he walks away. "Okay."

When he comes back, they're both more in control of themselves, but Harry still looks debauched and Draco wants to throw himself at him. Harry won't go for that, though, Draco can already see it in his eyes. He stands in front of the sofa and wrings his hands, looking seriously at him.

"Draco, if we were to do this, and then it went sideways, the effects on Teddy would be..."

"Disastrous, I know. You're right, Harry. But—"

"This isn't about us, or what we want," Harry says, giving Draco a longing look that makes his chest ache. "We have to put Teddy first."

"I know," Draco whispers, fighting down the tears he knows are coming. "I know. But...what are we going to do?"

Harry swallows hard and runs a hand over his face, looking equally upset. "Stay friends? Date other people?"

"Yeah," Draco stands up and turns to go. "Yeah. I can do that."

As he bolts from the room, Draco glances back to see Harry pouring his entire glass of Firewhisky down his throat.