Maybe later

AN: HI GUYS I KNOW I HAVENT UPDATED THE FIRST FIC IN A COUPLE WEEKS BUT THIS WAS BROUGHT TO MY ATTENTION BY A FRIEND AND I WANTED TO WRITE IT SO HERES A PEACE OFFERING!?? LOVE YOU ALL X

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     "LEVICORPUS!" The spell was shot across the hall causing the boy it was directed at to leap out of the way and into the forming crowd. He spun and shouted his counter.

      "STUPEFY!" He yelled, and the blonde stopped his cackling in time to throw himself out of the hex's path. This time, it was Harry's turn to laugh. Who wouldn't, with the great Draco Malfoy covered in sweat and dust in front of you, cheeks red from exertion (embarrassment).

     "That the best you've got, Potter?" Draco called, "You know, for being the boy who lived, you really do have shitty hexes." Harry could've sworn that he saw his lightning scar from how hard he rolled his eyes.

    "No, Malfoy, it's not. I, however, would hate to waste effort and energy in a duel like this. Now, if it were.... different- circumstances, I wouldn't consider the effort a waste." The brunette's smirk was interrupted by the snicker pushing at his lips.
       Draco however, stood (much like their audience) with his mouth dangling open and his cheeks flushed. "Draco, darling...." Harry jibed, "you're catching flies." Malfoy snapped his lips shut and shook his head. Harry took this time to cast another curse.
"PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!" He yelled, and this time, he hit his target.

    "POTTER YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" Draco yelled at Harry's back. "THAT WAS A CHEAP TRICK YOU ASSHOLE!" Harry turned around and fought the urge to laugh. Apparently, his curse didn't fully hit Draco, he was still able to move his head.

    Harry winked and said, "Yes well, a cheap trick for a cheap man, don't you say?" He reached over and booped Draco's nose and the blonde scrunched up his face, his pale cheeks flushing a pretty pink. "You know, you really are a very p..."

   "Yes? I'm a what, Potter?" Demanded the Slytherin.

           '...retty boy.' Harry thought.

    "....ale human being. I mean really. Do you never go outside?" He finished, his brain focusing on the way Malfoy's lashes brushed his petal coloured cheeks, and the delicate arch of his blonde brows, and the smooth, fullness of his light pink lips.

   "Hellooo.... Earth to Potter? Would you mind not staring at me?" Draco snapped, rolling his eyes (looking very pleased). "I said, it's called looking pretty. I burn so, instead of being red all of the time, I stick with my porcelain complexion. Not all of us can be perfectly tanned gods." The blonde squeaked as soon as he finished, turning three shades darker.

   The boy-who-lived's lips held a grin so smug that the Cheshire Cat would've been proud. "Mmmmmm, tanned god you say? You know what good, religious boys do in the muggle world?" Harry closed the foot space between them and looked Draco in his eyes. "They get on their knees for their god. And they worship him. And praise him. Is that what you want to do, baby? Worship me?"
     Harry was seconds from bursting into laughter when he felt...something. His stomach flipped and he looked down between them. Draco was hard. Draco. Was hard.

                   Draco was hard.

   The blonde let out a hiss and his eyes were murderous, darting all around them. 'The crowd. We still have an audience.' Harry thought.

    "You. Are going. To pay." Draco spat, struggling to get out of his bind.

   Harry leaned back a bit and asked, "And what exactly are you going to do, Draco? Your daddy gonna hear about this one?"  
   The Slytherin Prince stilled at once. Harry gave a patronizing smile and continued talking, "Ah no, I thought not. A rather shame though, I would've liked to have gotten approval for our marriage." Draco guffawed and started struggling in his binds again. 

    "I am going to make your life hell, Potter." Draco drew in a shuddering breath, visually... uncalm.... which was weird, because Draco Lucius Malfoy (the inquiry on how he knows his middle name is not needed) is   n e v e r   visually ruffled.

    Harry huffed and replied, "Hmph, yea, I wonder what it'd be like to have someone trying to make my life hell. That must really suck. Wow Draco, your threats really get to me because I don't have, ya know, like a Dark Lord to defeat or anything."

   Draco narrowed his eyes and spat, "Suck my fucking dick you asshole," and finally broke from his bond, only to be pushed against the wall, Harry's body locking Draco's in place.

    The Gryffindor leaned in towards Draco's face and turned to his ear just as their lips brushed. Harry licked a stripe of skin behind the blonde's ear and whispered lowly, "Maybe later, babe."

              And then he was gone.

   Away from Draco he pulled, fast as the his infamous scar's shape. Away from his feelings. Away from rejection.
   He winked as he left, figuring he'd already dug himself deep enough. What he didn't see, though, was Draco lightly touching those cotton soft lips and running to Hermione, begging for her to give him the password to their tower, and rushing off to meet Harry.

    'I've waited this long' thought Draco, 'and he's not getting away this time."

                     •{epilogue}•

   "Do you, Draco Malfoy, take this man as your lawfully wedded husband?" Asked the Bonder.

     Draco paused, sucking in a huge breath, feeling the air stretch his chest. "I do." The Bonder nodded and turned to Harry.

     "Do you, Harry Potter, take this man as your lawfully wedded husband?"

    This time, the answer was instantaneous, paired with a grin.

                      "Maybe later."