Harry Potter shows up on Draco’s doorstep around two o’clock.
Draco opens the door warily, unsure where to let his eyes rest. All of him is far too sexy for Draco to look at and try to pay attention to what Harry’s here to say. Or maybe that’s Harry’s plan, to remind Draco of how fit he is and that Draco should fuck him again.
“Hi.” Harry says, leaning against the doorway and biting his lip. Draco takes a deep breath. Harry’s wearing eyeliner, and it’s horrible and distracting and gorgeous. Fuck!
“Hi Harry.” He says, and rests his back against the opposite side of the doorway so they’re facing. “How are you?”
“Good, yeah.” Harry says, almost grinning before his eyes drop to the ground, then flick back up again. His eyelashes… his eyelashes. “You?”
“I’m-” Draco can’t remember the question. “What?”
Harry laughs.
“I came to ask you out.” He says, charmingly. Or maybe Draco’s just charmed.
“Ask me out?” Draco repeats.
“On a date.”
Right , that’s how relationships usually start.
“Ah.” Draco says, folding his arms across his chest, one hand against his chin to chew on his thumb nail. Harry’s nails are painted black. They’re shiny. “You look… nice.”
“Thanks.” Harry says, and he’s definitely grinning now. “Sirius wanted his leather jacket back, but I told him I’d had sex in it, and now he won’t touch it.”
Draco laughs once, a little too loudly, but Harry doesn’t seem to mind.
“How’s Grimmauld Place?” Draco asks, because he’s not ready to circle back to the date part yet.
“Dark.” Harry shrugs. “But nice. Sirius and Remus are having a lot of sex.”
“Gross.” Draco says, with great feeling. “Remus never uses silencing charms.”
“Oh, he does now.” Harry snickers. “But they’re both really bad at pretending they haven’t just shagged, and Remus’ entire neck is covered in hickies.”
“That’s juvenile.” Draco sniffs. “I expected more of my dear father.”
Harry smiles, tilting his head.
“Do you want me to back off?” He asks, his eyebrows dipping. “Feels a bit like you’re avoiding the date question.”
Pursing his lips, Draco moves his hands to his pockets, then crosses his arms again.
“I feel like I’m supposed to say no.” He admits. “Tonks thinks I should make you wait at least as long as I waited for you to come back.”
“That’s nearly four months.” Harry says, but he doesn’t sound… outraged, or upset. “I mean-”
Potter’s wearing enormous black boots with chains around the ankles. They’re very cool, in a motorcycle-rider sort of way. He shifts his feet as he thinks, setting his toes against the toes of Draco’s slippers.
“In four months, I’ll still want you.” Harry finally says. “In four years, I’ll want you. Four lifetimes…”
“Harry.” Draco whispers, but he’s not sure if he wants Harry to stop or keep going. Harry clears his throat.
“So… if you want to wait, of course, we’ll wait. I’ll wait. But if you don’t want to…” Harry trails off, looking out at the street. He swallows. “If you don’t want me to wait, then… yeah, okay. I’ll fuck off. Say the word, and I’ll be out of your hair.”
