Drarry Oneshots

Riding Dragons

Posted: December 24, 2020
AO3 Rating: Explicit
[Smut. A little plot. Don't read it if you don't like smut. You've been warned.]

I can't help glancing over at Harry for what must be the hundredth time. I've been attempting to read on the sofa, but in reality I'm slowly losing my mind instead, shaking my head at the idea that this is how we're spending this lovely Sunday afternoon.

Harry is sitting at the kitchen table poring over his Auror case notes in an open file, the very same burgundy file that's been driving him mad for weeks. Harry is completely focused, his hands trailing distractedly through his raven hair, making it stick up. His broad shoulders are hunched, dejected, tensed in a way that definitely isn't healthy. He's always tense like that lately. And always focused.

And not on me, which is a problem. The dark circles under his eyes and the tension in his shoulders are another problem. All are problems I abruptly decide I'm going to fix. Right now.

I toss my book aside and saunter over, running my hands over Harry's shoulders, they really are lovely and muscular, and down his arms, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck.

"I just keep thinking about that dragon at Gringotts," Harry murmurs in response. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since Charlie brought this case to my attention. Raised in captivity, alone in the dark. Abused, neglected, miserable... Nothing should have to live like that. That's what they think the smugglers are doing with the eggs. Selling them to be used to protect hidden treasure. Until we rode it out of Gringotts, that dragon had never even been out of those dark caves...."

I... He... Wait, what?

I freeze in place, my hands on Harry's shoulders. "Wait. You actually rode a dragon? A real live dragon, to escape from Gringotts? Merlin, I thought those were just wild stories!" 

"Er... yeah?"

"Harry. Tell me everything."

Harry glances over his shoulder to give me a tired smile. "There isn't much to tell. After we broke into Bellatrix's vault and stole the cup, the horcrux I mean, we were desperate to escape. And we wanted to free the dragon anyway. So we broke its chains and jumped on its back. We helped it break the walls and then we flew away. We jumped off into a lake and it was like it didn't even notice we'd been there, it just kept going to the other side while we swam for it..."

The image of Harry straddling an enormous white dragon dances in front of my eyes (my imagination conveniently erases Weasley and Granger from the scenario) and... Merlin, that's fucking hot.

I startle Harry out of his reverie by moving around the chair and climbing into his lap. After a second's thought, I turn and snap Harry's case file closed on the table.

Harry looks adorably confused. "Er, Drake? I sort of need that..."

"Harry. Do you have any idea how fucking hot that is?" I ask, rolling my hips forward into Harry's and kissing him firmly on the mouth. "The mental image of you riding a fucking dragon?"

"I mean, it wasn't that big of a deal, it was just—"

I cut him off by tugging his shirt over his head. "Shut up. It's hot, even you have to know that—"

Harry grins, catching on and settling his hands on my hips, running his thumbs over my waist, and slowly tugging the shirttails out of my trousers. "I'm starting to get an idea."

Finally.

I kiss him again. A tender, lingering kiss that slowly deepens and gains heat.