hi guys i'm sorry for the long wait- i've been slightly unwell. however, being unwell does not mean being less of a horny bitch, so here is a heads up - sex time
as always, love you all & thank you for reading.
(i'm sorry if this is bad lol)
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Draco's entire body froze. His heart stopped, his lungs couldn't take in any oxygen, he couldn't even blink. All he could do was stare at Harry with wide eyes and an open mouth. Harry looked at him expectantly, eventually awkwardly after minutes of silence from the blonde in front of him.
"You're what?" Draco eventually choked out.
"I'm well, maybe that was dramatic, but... What I'm trying to say, Draco, is that somehow you have a hold on me." Harry's cheeks flushed and he played with the duvet between them.
"But I'm... Me. And you're you. You are literally responsible for making sure I don't do anything, you know, illegal." Draco said incredulously.
"I know."
"I'm Draco Malfoy, for Christ's sake. That name means something in this country. Nothing good, at that." Draco spat out his surname like something bitter in his mouth.
"You're different, Draco Malfoy."
"There's no way this-" Draco gestured between the two of them with his hands. "Could ever be allowed! You'd probably get fired, Harry!"
"I know." Harry ran a hand over his face. "I know, Draco. You don't think I've thought about all of this? What do you think has been on my mind for the past fucking month?"
"I don't know, Harry! You've been gone for that whole fucking month! I haven't seen you or spoken to you, so how am I supposed to have any idea?" Draco smacked his hand down on his duvet angrily, filled with frustration over the fact that Harry thought he could throw this information at him knowing they couldn't possibly do anything about it.
"I'm sorry." Harry moved his hand to rest on top of Draco's. "I'm sorry, Draco. I am. I shouldn't have done that."
"You know what, Harry, just go and do your fucking search and leave." Draco turned away from Harry, pulling back his hand.
"Draco, I'm sorry."
"Just stop! Stop saying sorry, stop acting like anything good could come out of this when you know it won't!" Draco was shouting now, something he would've been quite scared to do a month ago. "You don't get to just let yourself in and say all of this bullshit and expect me to do what, get down on my knees and praise you?"
"No, that's not what I came here for-"
"The only thing you should be doing when you're here, is turning my fucking home upside down hoping to find a shred of evidence that would allow you to throw my ass in prison." Draco stood and pointed to the door. "Go."
Surprisingly, Harry's eyes were glossy with tears. He stared at Draco, a million emotions coursing through his veins. Finally, he got up and left Draco's room. Draco could hear him meandering about the Manor, for considerably less time than he usually did. When Draco heard footsteps approaching his room, he slammed his door and locked it, sliding down against it to the floor.
"Draco, please." Harry's muffled voice said through the door. Draco stayed silent. "Draco... Please, just let me in."
"Go away, Harry." Draco's voice broke, and he pressed his hand against his mouth to stifle his sobs.
"No." Harry said firmly. Draco heard him settle down on the floor as well. "I'm not leaving you again. Not like this."
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Don't Move (dm.hp)
Fanfiction⍟muggle au ⍟ Draco has had a difficult past, to say the least. Raised by a mobster and an absent mother. Coerced into joining the family business. It was almost a relief when his father was brought to justice, and Draco got off easy. 2 years locked...
