My Snake Charmer | Harry Potter x Draco Malfoy |

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TW: S/H

H.P.'s POV

Did I say something wrong? Cold shivers travel down my spine at the sight of him. I could not quite put a name to the look on Draco's face. Anguish? A twisted mix between resentment and longing. His freezing grey eyes avoid mine, searching for something on the walls, stopping only when I place my hand on his shoulder.

"Hey." I could feel the symptoms of an anxiety flare up, I need to get the ball rolling. "Come lie down with me." The atmosphere has changed drastically, the air no longer feels warm. Slipping off my cloak, I turn to face him with as much softness on my face as I could manage. "I'm exhausted from crying, it's been a long day... I bet you could use some rest too."

Begrudgingly he agreed, taking off his own cloak. The definition of his broad shoulders could be seen in the way his shirt stretched. My mind wanders a bit farther than I'd like to admit, wondering what his skin would feel like under my fingertips... How I would trace every inch of his figure...

"Am I going to need to tell you to lie down now?" Draco was already horizontal with his shoes kicked off, a smile plastered uncharacteristically on his beautiful face. "Now, I know you were off daydreaming, Potter , but if you're thinking about something naughty, you might want to make it a little less obvious, don't you agree?" Biting his lip, his eyes undressing me from the shoulders down, lingering a few seconds longer where my pants have gotten tight.

Shit, I'm really into this man. Trying to play it off, I shrug and let my body fall into his bed. Praying to myself that he doesn't say anything about my more than obvious erection. My thought process stops mid-sentence; Wow, I've never felt a bed so comfortable before... I guess being a big shot in an infamous family really has its perks.

D.M. 's POV

I could totally tell Harry was checking me out. Don't know how he didn't clue in to the fact that he was staring straight at me, mouth ajar, boner rising. Not going to lie, watching him get hard gave me.... Butterflies? Is that it? It's definitely a new feeling, but what I do know is that my inner freak is hounding my mind with dirty, dirty thoughts.

Watching him lie down face first into my pillows with his hips sightly raised as to extend his firm bottom lit a fire in me I didn't know I had; dropping my facade I quickly climbed into bed, feeling my own pair of pants tighten as I climb over him to lie beside his right side, gazing at his soft, resting face.

I could picture myself grabbing his hair, pushing his face into my pillows to muffle his moans, holding both his arms with my other hand, pushing myself deeper and deeper inside of him....

I jolt back to reality when a pair of emerald green eyes open in front of me. So close our breaths mingled, I couldn't help but feel how warm his skin was. Without thinking my hand caresses his cheek. To my surprise - and delight - Harry places his own over mine, mirroring my smile.

Lost in our world, I take the time to take in every last detail of Harry Potter. The messiness of his slightly long black hair, the way his eyebrows move from worry to admiration and back, how his nose curves upwards in a cutely manner, the softness and plumpness of his pink lips begging to be kissed, his perfectly toned jawline, a strong vulnerable neck, an exquisite prey for leaving marks and love bites...

I stop at his wrist. It's right in front of me with his hand on mine, riddled with deep white scars under less healed pink scars, under what seems to be another wave of fresh cuts. My heart sinks. Harry clues in to what I was looking at as he yanks his arm away, realizing both his arms were exposed since he had taken off his cloak. I try to form words but all that manages to pass through was a silent squeak.

I can feel the burning on my thighs and stomach return.

H.P.'s POV

I left my guard down.
He saw the cuts.
What do I do from here on out?

The shame and guilt and embarrassment... It all comes rushing forwards. How fucking weak I am.

I sit up, grabbing the nearest cloak to cover myself. My cheeks are burning bright red. I'd really hate for him to see me like this again. I'm spiralling.

A deep, numb feeling washes over me, forcing me to shut down. Green and gold walls start to spin, my head becoming increasingly dizzy. I am frozen. A weight shifts in my body, now my stomach has dropped yet I can feel it in my throat. I need to go. I need to leave this isn't right I'm not supposed to be here this is not going to end well he's going to make fun of me-

A warm wave of heat surrounds me, momentarily knocking me out of my daze. The pressure of having two long arms wrapped around my aching body grounds me back into reality, one where two soft, sculpted hands hold mine in their warmth and a head with beautiful blonde hair rests upon my shoulder, silent but loving. Soon, the room returns to normal, I can see clearly and I can think clearer than before.

"You're safe. You're okay."Wiggling around time try and face him, Draco simply hugs me tighter. It... really does help me settle down. The intense pressure I mean, definitely not the fact that he had to sit directly behind me - something I only just clued into thanks to the density of the cloak - with a leg on either side of me. Draco was straddling me...

D.M.'s P.O.V.

I did not even think about it. The moment I saw him shutting down, I did what I knew would help during this type of situation. I once had someone care for me the way I care for Harry. Long ago.

"Harry?" A soft tug on his shirt but no response. Crawling on the enormous bed I slip each leg around him, pressing my chest to his back, wrapping my arms around him and resting my cheek on his back. "You're going to be okay. I'm here." The motion of rubbing my thumb over his knuckles triggers a response; he squeezes my hand back three times.

A sigh of relief. He seems to be back. "Hey... Are you hungry?" I don't know what else to say, I've never been the one in this position, I've always been where Harry is right now. Well, not anymore. I've changed. And I think this boy's going to be the reason I change even more.

They say don't change yourself for someone else... I say fuck that. You want to better yourself? Do it. Is it for you? Is it for your loved ones? There's never a wrong reason for wanting the better yourself, change yourself in a way that when you look in the mirror, you're finally happy with what you see.

This boy is my reason to live now.