Drarry Oneshots

Coming Home

Posted: December 13, 2020
AO3 Rating: Explicit
[Smut starts after the eighth break (•••••), at the very end of the story after they leave the party, if you want to skip it]

Draco pushed the front door shut and leaned against it, pressing his forehead against the solid wood for a second before turning around and calling out. "Harry?"

He glanced around. Harry had certainly been busy—the house was decked in full Christmas splendor: A huge fresh wreath on the front door, garlands on the railings, smelling strongly of pine, decorated with shining red and gold ornaments that reflected the light of dozens of magical floating candles.

Harry came barreling down the stairs, his face splitting into a huge grin. "Draco! You're home early!"

Draco dropped his suitcases to catch him as Harry threw himself at him, flinging his arms around his shoulders and burying his face against his neck, breathing in deeply before pulling back to kiss him thoroughly.

"Godric, I missed you."

"I missed you, too," Draco chuckled softly, carding a hand through Harry's thick hair. "I caught an earlier Portkey at the last minute, so I thought I'd surprise you."

"Hm," Harry nuzzled his neck again. "I'm glad. I've been going mad all morning waiting for you. How did your final exams go?"

"Great!" Draco sounded enthusiastic, but he couldn't hold back a yawn, "I passed!"

"That's fantastic!" Harry beamed. "You must be exhausted though. Do you want to take a nap?"

"Yes, please."

Harry grabbed his suitcases and headed for the stairs, with Draco trailing sleepily behind.

"Do you want a shower first?" Harry asked over his shoulder.

"Probably should," Draco yawned. "I feel gross. I hate Portkey stations."

He followed Harry through their bedroom, where Harry carefully set aside his suitcases, and into the bathroom, where Harry turned on the water to get it nice and hot.

He kissed Draco again, short and sweet. "I'll get you some fresh pyjamas and leave them on the counter."

Draco caught his hand and gave it a squeeze. "Thank you, love."

Harry grabbed a pair of pyjamas and some boxers from Draco's closet and set them on the bathroom counter as promised, then went back into their room and changed out of his jeans and tee and into a pair of soft joggers. He tugged off his glasses and tossed them and his wand onto the bedside table, climbing under the covers to wait for Draco.

He was so excited to see him, and to be able to touch him, that part of him was itching to burst into the bathroom and just hold him again, bury his face in the fresh, familiar scents of Draco's bath products and taste them on his skin...

Harry resisted that urge, knowing that Draco needed a minute to just breathe and adjust to being home, and then he was going to need a long rest. So, Harry forced himself to wait, tapping a foot impatiently under the covers.

Draco exited the bathroom wearing just pyjama bottoms like Harry, hitting his hair with a Drying Charm on his way to the bed.

He set his wand next to Harry's and followed him under the covers, sliding right up against Harry's side and burying his face against his neck.

Harry sighed contentedly, sliding a hand into Draco's hair and gently combing his fingers through it, "I've missed this so much."

"I haven't been able to sleep without you," Draco answered, a shy confession murmured into Harry's bare shoulder.