Drarry Oneshots

Warm Me Up

Posted: December 16, 2020
AO3 Rating: Explicit
[Smut starts toward the beginning, so just skip this one altogether if you're not into that]

Draco stomped into the house, snow swirling in after him before he slammed the door shut behind him, huffing angrily. He untied and tossed aside his boots, then tore off his wet cloak and tossed it on the coat rack before storming up the stairs.

Harry set down the book he'd been reading on Quidditch strategies and followed him up to their bedroom.

"Draco?"

Draco was pulling on another jumper, and then he grabbed an extra pair of thick socks to put on over the ones he already had on.

"Bloody curse damage...bloody weather...bloody evil fucking father..." Draco was muttering furiously, the words coming out shakily as he continued to shiver.

"Hey. C'mere." Harry reached for him and Draco came, finally meeting his concerned gaze for a brief second. The blond let himself be pulled into a tight embrace. He leaned into Harry's warmth, wrapping his arms around him, but it wasn't enough. Another shiver wracked through his body, and he buried his face in Harry's neck.

"Let's get you warmed up properly. Come on."

Harry led him back downstairs to the crackling fireplace. He added an extra log to the fire, then Accioed the large quilt from their bed and caught it as it flew at him from upstairs.

He settled Draco under it on the sofa, then busied himself in the kitchen making an enormous cup of hot cocoa. Mug in hand, he made his way back to the sitting room. Draco accepted it gratefully, immediately putting the cup to his lips and taking a sip.

Harry sat down on the end of the sofa and pulled him back between his legs, Draco's back pressed firmly against his chest. After settling the quilt back down over them both, Harry finally relaxed. He loosely held his shivering boyfriend around the waist, watching him sip the scalding hot cocoa, eyes red-rimmed and hands shaking.

When he was finished, Harry took the mug from him and set it aside, pulling Draco back against him to lie on top of him on the sofa. Draco turned in his arms so that they were lying chest-to-chest, and Harry squirmed as icy fingers slid up the back of his jumper. "Agh! Is that really necessary?"

Draco cracked a smile for the first time since he'd walked in the door. "'Course it is," he sniffed. "You don't want my hands to be cold, do you?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Feeling warmer now?"

"Mm. Not as warm as I could be," Draco said suggestively, sliding his hands down Harry's back in a change of mood so rapid it took a second to register.

"Oh, uh, are you sure you want to... Er, don't you want to talk about how it went tonight?"

Draco slid his hands lower, easing his fingers under the waistband of Harry's jeans, then under his boxers and onto his bare arse, making Harry squirm again. "I want you to warm me up first."

"But—"

"Harry," Draco's voice hardened. "Dinner was delicious, my mother was thrilled I came to visit, my father was a complete arsehole, as expected. There isn't much more to say. Can you take my mind off of it for a little while? Please?"

"I..." Harry looked like he might want to say something else, but then he changed his mind. "Alright, love."

Harry kissed him gently, still a bit hesitant even as Draco shifted to straddle him and rolled his hips down against him.

Draco's hands made their way around his waist to unbutton his fly. Draco slid down his body and nuzzled Harry's rapidly filling cock through the fabric, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the thick outline.