Drarry Oneshots (𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆)

Harry's Miserable Meeting

Top! Harry

Bottom! Draco

Author: dustycottonball (on ao3)

(have i posted this before idk?)

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"Harry?" Draco stuck his head into Harry's study. "Aren't you going to have some lunch?"

"Sorry, love. You know I have that meeting later. I really need to prepare for it," Harry sighed and rubbed his hair in frustration.

Draco frowned. It was a Sunday, for fuck's sake. Only bloody Aurors would hold meetings on a Sunday afternoon.

As if reading his thoughts, Harry got up, walked towards Draco and wrapped his arms around Draco's waist. "I'm really sorry, Draco. Dark wizards don't necessarily rest on weekends. We have to finalise our plans so that next week can go as smoothly as possible." Harry pressed a kiss to the top of his husband's head.

"You never have enough time for me," Draco whined petulantly. It wasn't fair, after this meeting, Harry would be off catching Dark wizards for at least one whole week. He knew it was childish of him. The safety of the wizarding world lay in the hands of Harry and the other Aurors. Draco's job was more flexible, he was a potions maker which allowed him to brew in the comfort of his own home and take care of their son, James.

Suddenly, Draco thought of a plan. He smirked to himself and quickly turned around so that his arse was pressed against Harry's crotch. "Just one more time, before you leave?" He began rubbing his arse against Harry, smirk widening when he felt Harry harden.

Harry felt a bit guilty at that. Ever since Draco had James, their sex life had dwindled a bit. The toddler really had a lot of energy and seemed to have a knack for getting into trouble (much like his other father, Draco always said), and most times Harry and Draco were too tired at the end of the day to do anything but sleep.

But there was still a lot of planning involved for the stakeout, and Harry was hoping that the Aurors would finally catch the elusive wizards that were cursing Muggles to lose their memories, then robbing their homes. And Harry knew if he and Draco had sex, his mind would absolutely not be in the mood for work after that.

Harry gently stilled Draco's hips and turned him around. "I'm really sorry, love. I still have a lot to do before the meeting. When I get back, I promise I'll give you the fucking of your life." He kissed Draco long and hard, and when the blond moaned and rubbed against him, he knew he had to pull away.

Harry took a moment to admire his husband's flushed cheeks and lips, but they were interrupted by a loud yell from the living room, then a crash which seemed like a plate falling to the floor. "Papa!!" Harry and Draco could hear James shouting.

"Coming!" Draco said. He turned around, making sure to let his arse sway enticingly. He could feel Harry's eyes on him but he didn't care. "Accio pasta," he called and Harry's food came flying into the room.

"Enjoy your food, Potter," Draco said flippantly without looking back, but before he went out he secretly pointed his wand at Harry and murmured a spell he had come across in the Malfoy Manor library years ago. Oh, Harry would live to regret this.

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Meanwhile, Harry was most definitely not able to concentrate on his meeting. He didn't know what was happening to him.

It felt like a pair of lips on his body, except of course there were definitely no lips whatsoever. The lips started with light kisses on his nipples. Harry thought that it was his imagination, because all he felt was one soft kiss, then nothing for about 5 minutes, and then another kiss. Did he miss sex that much? Was he feeling this because Draco reminded him of what he was missing out on during lunch earlier?